Yay! The second chapter.... dun dun dun. Please review!!
~Chelle Lee
Danny sat up and rubbed his eyes groggily. What happened? One moment he was being electricuted to death, and the next, he felt like it was all a dream. He looked around the dark tunnel. No lights, no weird electrical aftershocks... nothing. Danny went out of the tunnel and looked around the basement. The lab seemed normal, and nobody was home. He scratched his head, and as he began to climb up the stairs he noticed something was not right. Danny turned to the metal doors of the portal. Shut and locked. Wait... how did I just get out of there?, he thought. But everything was a blur. Oh well, it probably opened itself. Motion-sensors, or something...
He shrugged it off, not wanting to think anymore. His head was pounding and his body felt numb... he just wanted to go to bed. Danny closed the door to the basement and turned the vault shut. As he was walking up the stairs, the front door suddenly opened.
"Hello, son!" his dad's voice boomed as his mom and sister came in with him. They were carrying large bags in both hands, apparently arriving from the mall. It was funny. They were making it so obvious that they had been shopping for his birthday, but Danny decided to ask anyway.
"Hey, where were you guys?"
His mom smiled, "Oh, we went to the---"
"Nowhere!" Jazz cut in, glaring at her mom. "I--I mean, we decided to take a... um... lovely stroll in the park---"
"Looking for ghosts!" his dad cut in, finishing her sentence.
"Yes... right!" his mom suddenly agreed. Danny would have laughed, but it felt as if a huge concussion was buldging out of his head at that moment.
"Um, okay. I gotta hit the sack," he said, going up the rest of the stairs.
"But dinner is almost ready--"
"It's okay, I'll pass," he said, almost groaning. Danny trudged the rest of the way to his room and shut the door.
"Hmmph, it is not like Danny to miss dinner," his dad stated.
"How did he know it was microwaved spinnach meatloaf?" his mother muttered to herself, walking to the kitchen.
Meanwhile, as I had said, Danny shut the door to his bedroom. He was about to get out of his "lab suit" when he realized that he didn't have it on. He was in his normal clothes. White t-shirt, and jeans. That's strange, he thought. I remembered just trying it on...
He again let the thought pass his mind, as he took off his shirt and slipped into his bed. At the instant his head hit the pillow, he drifted into a deep sleep.
"Wake up, you idiot!"
"Wake up, you idiot!"
"Wake up, you idiot!"
"Wake up, you----"
Danny slammed his talking alarm clock off. Even though it was the most annoying this possible to wake him, it did its job. But this time, he broke it. Many parts of the gadget lay in pieces; nails, screws, wires, and pieces of glass lay in a shattered mess on his nightstand.
"Oh well, there it goes," he said, not caring that its annoying virtual voice would speak to him no more. Danny then noticed that he had his "laboratory suit" on again. He could have sworn that it wasn't on him last night. And, to make it even more strange, it had seemed to change colors overnight. Before it was white; but now, black. With gray gloves and a bulky silver belt. Huh... weird..., he thought, yawning and getting up out of his bed.
He then noticed that he had seemed to be missing his legs. And then he screamed.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!" he ran over to his mirror. Erm, "floated" over to his mirror. Danny noticed he had light, silvery-gray hair. "Aaaah!! I'm old!! And I have no legs!!"
Then he observed how his eyes had gone from a light blue to a radioactive-glowing green. "Aaaah!! I'm old and I have no legs and I have radioactive green eyes!!" Then he ran out of his room, but didn't open his door. Yes, yes, he went through the wall.
"Aaah!! I'm old and I have no legs and I'm radioactive and I just fell out of a wall!!" he stated the obvious to himself, rethinking all that had happened. And then he screamed some more. And finally he realized that his parents' invention had rearranged his DNA molecularly, and had somehow been mutated into a ghost. Well, come on, that's the only logical explanation. Just peachy.
"Danny! Are you all right? Where's the ghost? Is there a ghost in here??" his dad came thundering up the stairs in his ghost-fighting suit, holding a peculiar-looking thermus. What was he going to do, shoot the ghost with chicken noodle soup to its death? Then Danny knew that he couldn't tell his parents, or his sister... or anyone, for that matter, because he would be turned into dust by his parents' special laboratory weapons... not including the thermus.
"Well? What happened?" his mother was up the stairs now, her eyes darting around the hallway suspiciously.
"Uh... um... I saw a spider?" he stated it as a question, as if asking himself if it was an acceptable excuse.
"Okay... that's it?" his mother asked.
"Where is it? Where did it go??" his father asked with anxiety.
"It's just a spider, dear..." Danny's mother looked at him, "Danny, breakfast is ready and the bus leaves in about ten minutes,"
"Uh... okay..." he said, slipping into his bathroom. Hadn't they noticed his abnormal appearance? Missing legs and white hair? Wasn't kind of obvious after that? Danny looked in his bathroom mirror, and gasped. He had changed back to his normal appearance. Maybe it was all a dream... a dillusion...
Danny tried to shrug it off as he hurried downstairs to eat breakfast. Instantly, he ate his cereal as fast as he could, but then realized that he had no milk in his bowl. He grabbed the carton of milk, suddenly dropping it on his sister's new skirt.
"Aeeek! What did you do, you freak?" she yelled.
"Aaah!!" Danny exclaimed. His arm had disappeared. Literally, disappeared. He shoved his arm under the table. This was not good...
"I mean, I'm really sorry Jazz," he reached with his other arm for the milk, but then thought twice about it. "You know, I'm not really that thirsty today, and I'm gonna miss the bus, and... uh... well... bye!"
Before his sister could kill him, he had already been out the front door.
Tucker and Sam both jumped as the first bell screeched through the hallways.
"Dude, where's Danny?" Tucker asked, looking around the hall.
"I don't know, but he's already been tardy... what is this, the eighteenth time now?" Sam said, crossing her arms.
"Look, there he is! Whoah, wait, is that him? Ergh, what is he wearing??" Both of his friends' eyes grew larger and larger as Danny came nearer to them. He was wearing a dark black overcoat, along with an oversized black hat and dark sunglasses.
"Okay Danny, I may have told you repeatedly to express your individuality, but this is just... um... shocking," Sam said, still looking at him.
"Listen, I'm having some... issues," he said, muffled through his coat.
"Obviously..." Sam muttered.
"Whatever, dude," Tucker said. "Well, we're late,"
They all went into their history class, both Sam and Tucker trying to avoid Danny as they made their way into the classroom.
((( Yes, I had to stop here. Well, I'll hopefully get the next chapter up soon, so in the meantime please R & R!!! )))