So, Her's the next chapter which I really worked hard to get up for ya'll before I left for Camp. (Four days of being a couselor and singing Wizard of Oz songs!) I really don't know how this turned out thoughm, consideringthe firsthalf of it was done while I was trying to learn VBS songs and the other half while watching Blade... hummm...Please Enjoy!
And Go NNF for figuring out that the reference was Drizzt Do'Urden, From R.A. Salvatore's books. Got it right down to the EXACT book (Homeland) and that its the fight with Zaknafein... Whoot! -Cookie-
Danny groaned, trying to take breath, though with Valerie on top of him, along with getting the wind knocked out of him in the crash, his lungs had to work to get minimal air. He closed his green eyes, holding onto his friend's shoulder's gently as he moved slowly and deliberately into a sitting position.
He then began to work his legs out from under hers; scared out of his mind at how much he was having to move her and how much blood he could see from both cuts on her side and on her thigh.
Carefully, with slow and deliberate motions, he removed her helmet, spotting instantly with a grimace, a large bump on the hunter girl's temple already forming. Danny carefully set Valerie's head on the floor, standing up and doing a quick survey of himself, no where near as thorough as he had done in his concern for the hurt huntress before him, to make sure no bones and such had been broken, 'Mom would kill me if I came home with another broken arm...' he thought with a grimace at the thought.
Now he took time to scan the dark room, including the giant hole in the ceiling directly above them courtesy of the two teen's fall. He cringed at the owners soon to be reaction to seeing the new sky light as his green eyes then went searching for a light switch. Finding one next to a closed doorway, the ghostly teen walked over to it, flipping it into an upward position. Above, rows of flickering lights came to life, illuminating what was obviously a storage room, filled to the ceiling with boxes, organized neatly on shelves.
Danny couldn't help but think of the heaven the room would be to a certain blue, short, box obsessed ghost...
Danny's observations were brought to a halt as he remembered his friend, her injuries quite series, the cuts leaking blood onto the once clean concrete floor. The teen suddenly went into overdrive; floating up to the shelves and throwing them open one after the other, looking for something to stop the flow of blood with.
Suddenly, Danny fell from his invisible perch, though he was able to catch himself on his feet with little difficulty. His eyebrows ferrying in confusion, he floated back up, though his search was much more important than a moment's loss of power.
Discarding boxes full of ketchup containers and salt packets, he ran a gloved hand through his hand, working open another box. He smiled at his find, picking up the box, stuffed to its lid with napkins as he flew back to Valerie, taking generous hand fulls and applying them to both wounds with as much pressure as he dared.
"Come on..." He muttered, throwing away the handful and going for another one when a hand reached out, grabbing his.
Having not noticed Valerie had gained consciousness, Danny jumped slightly, his bright, glowing green eyes locking with her glaring blue-greens ones.
"What do you think you're doing ghost?" The huntress practically spat at finding him so close to her.
"I'm trying to save your life!" Danny protested, taking his arm out of his hand and going for the napkins, trying to reapply pressure to the wounds.
"I don't need someone like you to be saving my life." Valerie jerked backwards, away from Danny's reach. But the jerking motion split pain down both of the cuts, and burst sparks in front of her eyes as if her brain rattled around in her skull. The intense pain caused Valerie to cry out in anguish, biting her lip.
"That says otherwise..." Danny couldn't help but to point out, trying to get closer to help, but Valerie growled, looking at him with hatred.
The two stared off, one looking with concern, while the other glowered with anger at the events of the evening.
Nothing could have make the night worse... Nothing other than Lance Thunder's prediction of rain coming true. It fell through the hole in the ceiling, instantly drenching the two, along with the box of napkins Danny had so happily found.
Danny instantly stood up, stretching out a hand for Valerie, who looked at it in disgust. "I don't need your help." She protested, working her way slowly upwards.
Only to find herself making a quick direction change.
Danny acted on reflex, taking the dark haired girl around the shoulders. "Can't you at least trust y to let me get you out of the rain?"
"Out of the rain... into the fire... Why'd you care?"
The boy could have screamed if it would have done any use, but he kept silent, helping the girl out of the rain and, from there continuing to the door, throwing it open.
And coming to the dark emptiness of the Nasty Burger, devoid of all its usual liveliness of the daytime. Danny flicked on another light switch, working Valerie toward a booth.
"There, you've gotten me out of the rain," The girl glared, "Now you can go on your way ghost."
Each time she spat that word at him, reminding him of what he was, that he was not fully human, Danny wanted to scream again, instead he asked, "Where's the first-aid kit?"
"What?"
The ghost walked around to the counter, determined that if she didn't tell him, he'd find it himself, "You work here, Valerie. Where'd the first-aid kit?"
"Don't you dare call me by my name. You're not my friend." She paused, running a hand over the throbbing cut along her side, pulling her hand away, covered with blood, before continuing in defeat, "It's in the cabinet under the register, check behind the box of copy receipts..." She paused before thinking in the coldness of the evening, "And get some damn towels, they're in the cabinet next to that..."
From her directions, Danny easily found the kit and the towels, walking back to Valerie and, without really asking for permission, beginning to bandage the deep cut along her thigh and wrapping a towel around her shoulders.
Danny pulled the bandage tight as he finished, though Valerie fought a wince, not wanting to show her pain to the ghost.
"So what are you doing? Following me around?"
Confusion crossed the white haired boy's face.
"Don't act dumb. You said you know I work here. How?"
That confusion instantly turned to nervousness as he tried to explain, wishing he hadn't let that information slip through, "...Well..."
Valerie rolled her eyes, "Oh forget it ghost, whatever you say will most likely be a lie anyways..."
Danny tugged a bandage across the cut on Valerie's abdomen, continuously repeating the action downwards until it was covered.
"There." He said as a finale, standing up and retreating across the empty restaurant to an empty booth, picking up a towel for himself as he went, shivering in the cold air, positioned directly across from Valerie.
"Why don't you just leave?" Valerie's glare could burn through the thickest wall, though Danny was unfazed, as he sat looking through the window, raising his eyebrows at the question.
Outside, the windcould only be described as atorrent, howling as loud as it wished. Rain drops pounded against the large windows, a whole drum line of beats, out of sync, as if the metronome the band was using was in desperate need of repair.
"I am not one to battle against the elements." He simply chose to state, though his real answer lay along the lines of his worry for her health. What if she needed to go to the hospital? Certainly the girl wouldn't agree to him calling an ambulance, and if it was needed, a flight there would be quicker anyways.
Valerie, by the look on her face, was no where close to believing a story such as that. Conspiracies began to cross her mind, beginning with how he must know her life, thus how he knew how he worked here, so that he could slowly chop it away one by one. Then, it lead to why he was here, with his presence taunting her how it was, just trying to remind her how little she could do in the state she was in.
She took a deep breath, feeling the rising and lowering pain at her side, the bandages constricting her breathing. That too was instantly taken into being thoughtless on the ghost boy's account, after all, why would he have considered her breathing into the matter...
Suddenly, the girl's inside mutterings were cut off by a ringing, followed by a startled curse word from across the room.
Now, I'm off to camp, and maybe if you're good and I get plenty of reviews, i'll try and review soon after I get home? Hmm? So, review and comment away everyone! Please!
And Note: In a few weeks, I believe i'm thinking about chaning my name, I just haveto decide on exactly WHAT... maybe something will hit me at camp!
Ghost-Wolf676 out!