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Hands hovered over a gruesome wound, the owner at a loss for what he should do to treat it. He had already bandaged it once, a few hours ago, but he would need some serious medical equipment to properly help the boy. Lancer's eyes flicked back to the kit that lay open in front of him; the things inside were fairly basic: a bottle of itch cream, a half-empty bottle of antiseptic, a roll of gauze, packages of painkillers, and a flurry of sterile adhesive bandages. He ignored the cream and the adhesives, for they would be no help, and grabbed the gauze, antiseptic, and painkillers. Setting aside the pills for the teen to take when he awakened, he dumped the liquid on a cloth and wiped away the dried blood and-
Huh? The man unfurled the bunched-up rag in his hand and stared at what stained its surface. That's not blood...
The man didn't have long to ponder, because the boy in front of him began tearing at the wound on his chest. Lancer quickly grabbed the boy arms and pulled them above his head. He struggled to pin them down, yelling "Danny! Danny, wake up!"
"Kill me!"
...
Danny leaned heavily against the glowing bars of his cage, trying to ignore the sharp pains that sprung from his chest, the tubes in his arm, the cords that were embedded in muscle, everything. He slowly raised a gloved hand in front of him, observing the weakly flickering glow instead of its normal luminescent blaze. He turned his head away in disgust, and reverted back to human. His now bare hand dropped to his chest, running over the rough bandage, while his eyelids slid closed. He let his mind wander of its own free will, a habit he had taken up a few months after arriving here. He relived his favorite memories again: Tucker shoving three Double Nasty Nasty Burgers in his mouth at once, flying with Sam, pulling pranks on his sister, the first fake-out make- out with Sam, cooking dinner for Mom and Dad when their meals tried to bite back, Sam kicking ectoplasmic butt by his side... Without even trying, his mind always made it back to Sam- his partner in crime, his support group of one, his doctor, his best friend. And, yes, his more-than-a-crush-less-than-a-girlfriend-but-wish-she-would-be love interest. Unnoticed to him, he began to mumble, "Sam."
His ears twitched as they detected footsteps approaching door to the room, snapping him out of his musings. "Crap," he groaned. 'Stupid!' Of course they had heard him! The room was full of microphones and cameras! He growled slightly at his mistake. He felt his anger at himself be pushed to the back of the mind as instinctual drive to flee from the impending danger kicked in. He franticly scooted back as far from the cage door as possible, pressing his back into the corner.
The door swung open silently and a scientist walked in, newspaper in hand. He crossed to the cage that took up half of the small room. He smirked when he saw Danny curled up in the corner and said, "You know we never got around to telling you, but this was in the newspaper yesterday." The teen stood slowly and gave him a scathing glare with his good eye. The scientist unrolled the paper and held it up, so that Danny could read the headline. Across the top were the words, "A Real-Life Romeo and Juliet: Amity Park Resident Samantha Manson Commits Suicide After Daniel Fenton's Death Announcement."
"Your girlfriend- she's dead."
"...You're lying." His voice wavered, tears making his voice thick. He shook his head as he made his way toward the man. "No, no, she's alive, she's..."
He grabbed the paper and scanned the article.
"She's gone..."
A scream tore from his throat, as he fell to his knees. His face contorted with agony, and he let out another wail of despair. Suddenly, his good eye found the face of the man once more. "Kill me!" he cried. "Kill me now!" The man made no movements.
"Let me die, I'm sick of this!," he shouted, but there was no response. 'Fine', he thought. Scarred hands found their way to his chest, where he pulled off his shirt and began to yank away the bandages. The wound opened a little, and tiny streams of what the scientists had called ectoblood- half blood, half ectoplasm- rolled down his chest. He desperately clawed at the freshly-healed wound, causing more to seep out of the wound. The scientist realized what the teen was trying to do and hurriedly shouted for some help, trying to pin Danny's arms behind his back. The raven-haired teen threw him off, but more people rushed in and held him still. He thrashed, trying to escape their grasp, but one of them pushed a needle into the base of his neck. He felt the world start to fade, and he lost the urge to fight the group. His eyelids had suddenly gained fifty pounds, and it was too exhausting to keep them open any longer. He fell limp and could tell he was being carried into another room. He was propped up against bars once more, but this time he felt his wrists being lifted above his head. They hung there, supported by some unknown force, while the same thing happened to his feet, waist, and neck. He heard the cage door being closed and locked. He willed his eyes to open once more, and looked around the new space with his good eye.
He was strapped to the wall tightly, immobilized. His chest rose and fell, tears streaming down his pale face. A final scream of anguish left his throat, and he felt his consciousness finally, finally, fading away.
...
Danny shot up, his blue eye swiveling around the room franticly, focusing on the teacher's face. He leaned back against the pillows once again, steadying his breathing.
Once he seemed to be fully in possession of himself again, he blushed and mumbled something about "...stupid nightmares..."
Lancer tried to soothe the boy. "It was only a nightmare, it's alright, you-"
"No." Danny shook his head wearily. "No, it wasn't. It... It still isn't."
Lancer was at a loss to say. He just shut his mouth, and stared at the boy. As he opened his mouth to question Danny, he was cut of again. "Before you ask, I can't tell you. At least, not yet."
"Why not?"
The boy shrugged and down looked at his stomach. "I don't know what you'd do to me. And I can't..." He took a breath to steady himself. "I can't go back there."
"Please tell me. I might be able to help you better if I knew what was going on. I want to help," Lancer pressed.
"You say that now, before you actually know." Lancer was shocked to see such... such... self-loathing in the boy's face. "If you actually knew what I am, you would hate me. And, believe me, you wouldn't be the first."
The man stared determinedly into his eyes. "Try me."
Danny sighed.
"I need to know I can trust you." Danny said, "I don't have any assurances that you won't do anything." Danny sighed sitting down. Lancer looked at the boy then put his hand on his shoulder.
"You know Daniel… I have been hard on you, and not exactly fair…" Lancer struggled to find the words.
"Forget it Lancer… I'll just go…" Danny tried to push off the couch. Lancer held him down.
"Danny…" Lancer looked at the boy, "It's ok… I won't push you, just rest and heal up." Lancer nodded. Danny sighed in relief.
"Maybe Lancer… maybe if you prove to be a reliable Ally." Danny closed his eyes lying back down, "Just please… don't call my parents." Danny said as he drifted off again.
I can haz a revu?
(Ok, after this chapter the rest is mine, wa ha ha! Except parts of the plot, I'm trying to stick to what the original author had intended for the story so… yeah, if I fail epically please tell me. Also I've decided to hold off on Danny telling Lancer, I mean it just doesn't seem like something Danny would do so willingly, so my apologies to the original author if this isn't what they wanted.)
(To the next chapter!)