A/N: I don't know if this is any better than the previous ending. I am hoping that it is. In any case, here it is in all it's fanfictiony glory. Read and review people or I will send the Box Ghost for you! Beware! looks around Sorry. I couldn't resist. Anyway, here it is. I hope you enjoy it. Blah, blah, blah. Let the curtain rise!
Ch.4 Half Prey Rewritten
That is how I captured and killed Danny Phantom. Impressed? Of, course you are! Who wouldn't be impressed with me, Skulker, Ghost Zone's Greatest Hunter? I practically rule this realm! I can capture any ghost, a fact that I just proved. Nobody could truly capture the ghost child, but I just did. He now lies here before me, dead. He is gone, forever.
I picked up my skinning kit. I opened it and began placing the necessary tools on the table beside the child's corpse. I placed them in the order in which I would need them. I wanted to get this over with fast. I have waited too long for this moment. I wanted to savor it but only after his pelt was resting at the foot of my bed.
I stopped at this thought. Why was I so nervous? I glanced at the corpse. He could not come back. He was dead. Gone. History. I felt him draw his last breath. I watched his eyes glaze over and roll back in his head. I felt him shudder for the last time and still. He was dead!
I growled at myself in frustration for my needless anxiety. I turned away to get the draining tray. I was being foolish. He was dead and he could not come back. See, my back is turned and nothing has happened. There is no reason to worry. Hey, this was a time of celebration! With the ghost child gone the human world was wide open. Plus, the Box Ghost had lost the bet. That meant two skins for the price of one. Two new decorations for the lair! A world of pelts for the death of one child. This was a day to remember.
Bzzt! Bzzzzzzzzzzzt!
"What in the…"
I turned around to find out what was making the buzzing noise. It was at this moment that I discovered that gut feelings could sometimes be right.
Before me lied the ghost child except, unlike before, he was moving. His body shuddered as white sparks crept up and down his small form. He was gasping, groaning, and whimpering, as the unusual force that greatly resembled lightning restored him. I stood in awe and fear at the strange, yet beautiful, spectacle. I would have moved to stop it but I was frozen, transfixed. All I could do was stare.
After about three minutes it stopped. He lied still for a moment before coughing a few times and rolling over onto his stomach. He lifted his head, glanced around, and noticed me. He smiled. His eyes brightened in amusement. I continued to stare like a deer in headlights. My mouth hung open. I then opened and closed it like a fish as I tried to come up with words to both ask and comment on the sight that I just witnessed. The child laughed at my attempts at speech.
"Hey, Skulker" he giggled, "Did I tell you I have speed healing now? I forgot?! Well, now you know. By the way, you should decide what you want to be, a fish or a deer. I don't really think you can be both."
He swung his legs over the side of the table. The boy sat there and kicked his legs back and forth. He looked around. Noticing the tools on the table, he picked a few up and examined them.
"Were you going to use these on me?"
I didn't answer.
"I'll take that as a yes," the boy got up and started walking around the room. He barely paid any mind to me. I was still trying to gather my wits. He was dead a second ago! I saw him. He was dead! Now he was walking around my lair casually like he was taking a walk in the park. My prey was alive again. "You know, I expected your lair to be covered with stuff. It looks like a cave man's home." He turned to me.
"It does not," was all I could come up with. "You… You were dead. How did you come back?"
He doubled over with laughter. I growled but he only laughed harder. I extended my blade and pointed it at his face.
"Look, child. I know you were dead. You stopped breathing. I felt it. Your heart stopped beating. Your eyes rolled back. You died. I want you to tell me, how did you come back!"
"I didn't die. Didn't you hear me? I said I speed healed. I have that power. I don't need to breath in ghost form. I do it out of habit. My heart beats because I want it to. My eyes rolled back from shock and because your attempt was so predictable."
"What?! What do you mean?"
He pointed to the entrance of the lair where the Box Ghost hovered annoyingly.
"I am the Box Ghost! And beware for you have lost the bet. Now I shall rid you of all your square containers and other cardboard objects! I am the Box Ghost!"
"And now I shall leave you two alone to settle this, but first…"
He drew back his fist and punched me in the face. He then rubbed his hand casually and shrugged.
"That never fails to make me feel better." The ghost child floated up then flew through my entrance. He zipped away as if he had only paid a visit to me rather than the truth, that I had brought him here believing he was dead. I watched as he drifted off into the distance and disappeared. I was alone with the Box Ghost.
"Told ya so."
"How did you know that would happen?"
"He told me," the obnoxious overall clad spirit giggled.
"He told you he had speed healing?"
"Yep, him and I set this up."
"Why?"
"Because I am the Box Ghost! Beware!"
