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Okay, here we go with the next chapter.
Chapter 2: Confusion
Danny groaned, struggling to open his eyes. "What happened?" Danny muttered as he pushed himself up into a sitting position. "Ow!" he exclaimed in alarm, grabbing hold of his arm. Danny blinked as he realized that he'd returned to his human form (since he wasn't glowing anymore) and his arm was sore. "What's wrong with my arm?" Danny moaned as he struggled to his feet and narrowed his eyes in an effort to see what was going on, but all he could see was a dirt spot on his otherwise clean shirt. Danny had to bite back the stinging pain that accompanied the realization of being wounded.
"Dude, you could have warned me before you went crashing into anything," Tucker accused and Danny looked around to find a vague outline of his friend sitting a few feet away.
"Tucker, you okay?" Danny asked as he got up and started moving towards his friend.
"Yeah, and you?" the techie asked as Danny offered him his good hand and pulled him up.
"I'll live," Danny promised though his voice sounded grim.
"Um, dude, where are we?" Tucker asked, looking around, and, with a shock Danny realized he had no idea how to answer the question. Wherever they were, the place seemed to lack windows since it was impossibly dark.
"Time to find out," Danny declared as he took a step forward. Unfortunately the step only sent him crashing into something very solid and he ended up on the floor, his arm hurting even more than before. Danny frowned disapprovingly at the surrounding area. Still unable to see much of what was going on around him, Danny stumbled to his feet, drunk from the strain it caused him. What's the matter with me? he thought slightly annoyed but unable to summon the strength to stop his head from lolling around on his neck. Danny shook his head in an effort to clear it but instead he only succeeded in bringing on a headache.
"Danny, you sure you're okay?" Tucker asked, noticing the tiredness in his friend's voice.
"I-I think so," Danny said and he finally felt some energy returning to his drained body. "Let's try that again," he said and the glowing ring that signaled his transformation materialize for a few seconds before vanishing again without changing Danny's appearance like it should've.
Danny frowned, since when had he been so weak that he could change into his ghost form? "Looks like we're on our own for now," Danny said as he turned his attention back to Tucker's figure. "Help me," Danny ordered his friend's silhouette and a few minutes later they were feeling around the room for the light switch.
"Got it!" Tucker exclaimed and Danny blinked as his eyes adjusted to the bright light that now filled the room. "Danny, what happened?" Tucker sounded shocked and Danny immediately turned to face the African American with a confused look on his face. He was about to ask what his friend meant but instead he just followed Tucker's gaze and his own landed on his aching arm.
Well, that explains the pain, Danny thought as he gazed at the long gash that adorned most of his arm, which was so soaked in blood that it looked like it belonged in a thriller or horror movie rather than on a living person's body. Even the hand he'd gripped his wounded arm with, was already coated and sticky with the red liquid and a trail of blood followed Danny around the room.
"You know Danny, you're life would be a lot easier if you kept the blood inside your body," Tucker tried to joke but he looked about ready to faint. Sure he and Tucker had faced Skulker before and beaten him (no thanks to Tucker playing around with his PDA) but their fights didn't tend to turn out with Danny's arm handing limply next to him as if it was just barely attatched.
"Yeah, so I've been told," Danny responded a little slower than intended, managing to force out a weak laugh but Tucker just continued looking worried. With Tucker's help, Danny managed to pull off his shirt and press it against his arm. Danny only relaxed for a few seconds before he started studying his surroundings and found that they seemed to be in a very neat looking basement.
It was a black tiled room with plastered walls, cardboard boxes stacked against one of the four walls and one light that was stationed so it managed to light the entire room up with a white glow. Tucker had gone quiet to the point where Danny started feeling worried that his friend might have gone into shock, Tucker never stopped talking. "What's-" Tucker cut him off with a hand and Danny stared at his friend, straining his ears to listen for anything that wasn't supposed to be there. What was going on?
"We better keep as quiet as possible, we don't know if someone'll hear us and come to investigate," Tucker said at last, earning a quizzical look from Danny who had long since given up trying to figure out what his friend was doing.
Danny's eyes widened as he suddenly patted the the pockets of his jeans in a panicked state. "Tucker! Where is it, where's the Map of the Ghost Zone!" Danny asked, making an effort to keep his voice down as he looked around the room with worry. Tucker's eyes widened and he quickly started searching as well.
"I don't know man, maybe we left it in the Ghost Zone," Tucker suggested after a while of searching.
"Oh great, Frostbite's going to kill me…or at least be very mad," Danny muttered. Tucker shrugged, clearly not knowing what to say.
"Do you think you can faze us into the main area and keep us invisible long enough for me to disable the alarm?" Tucker asked with a thoughtful frown after a while of silence.
"Um, maybe but, isn't that breaking and entering?" Danny asked doubtfully.
"Nope, we're not breaking anything and we're already inside," Tucker said, his usual humor returning. Danny rolled his eyes at that. "You don't want to stay here forever do you?" Tucker demanded staring at Danny with an annoyed frown.
"Okay, fine," Danny grumbled before taking in a deep breath and praying for luck to be on his side. Danny was relieved when the silver rings of light appeared and actually did what they were suppose to; changing his clothes and turning his blood to green ectoplasm that pooled under his hasmat suit. Shoving his shirt at a disgusted Tucker, Danny grabbed his friend by the arm and slowly floated into the air, turning intangible before slipping through the floor into a neat main hall. Everything seemed to be white except for the massive plasma screen TV that was clearly visible from where they stood uh, floated.
"Can you get me over there." Tucker wanted to know, motioning to a small box on the wall. Groaning, Danny heaved his friend over to the alarm, usually he wouldn't have been bothered by the weight of his friend but today it seemed to strain every muscle in his body just to them invisible though maybe it had to do with the fact that he was keeping Tucker afloat with only one hand holding onto him.
"Are you done yet?" Danny panted after a couple of minutes.
"Hold on will yah, this system is way too advanced" Tucker muttered as he continued typing away on his PDA.
"You mean you can't disable it" Danny almost lost control of his powers then.
"Just gimme a minute" Tucker grunted as if he was the one carrying all the extra weight.
"Tucker!" Danny voice was urgent and he resisted the urge to shout at his friend. His arms were shaking uncontrollably and he could feel his grip on his friend slipping.
"Yes!" Tucker cried out victoriously and with a moan of relief Danny sank to the floor, immediately reverting back to normal. Danny lay on the floor feeling exhausted, his groans and moans muffled by the carpet. "Dude, you're bleeding on the white floor!" Tucker exclaimed and Danny felt the African American trying to worm his hand around his friend's waist. "Come on buddy, let's get you to a couch," Tucker grunted as he half dragged half led the bleeding teenager to the living room with the big screen TV. "Here." Tucker held out Danny's blood stain shirt before heading upstairs. Pressing his shirt against the wound once more, Danny glance out of the window and his heart nearly stopped. Somehow Danny could tell that they were still in Amity Park.
But, how's that possible? Danny's mind yelled at him. From where he sat, the town looked nothing like home: The buildings were gleaming with metal, glass and mirrors on every visible surface. Everything seemed slick and new, even the road seemed newly laid. If this had been Danny first time in the future he would've found it almost funny that there really were cars flying around. A few teenagers were moving around on airborne skateboards and scooters doing flips and ollies as if it was nothing to them.
"I don't think we're in plain old Amity Park anymore," Danny said when his friend returned with a medical bag in hand, only slightly cruious as to how Tucker had managed to obtain the bag. Tucker frowned as he sat down next to Danny and looked out of the window. Shock replaced the confusion and he blinked at his surroundings. Danny took the bag from his friend and opened it up. Unlike the outside world, the medical kit looked a lot like the ones he was used to. Thank goodness there's still something normal around here, Danny thought miserably as he unrolled a long piece of plaster and stuck the bandage across his wound.
"Um, Danny could it be that we ended up in Clockwork's fortress?" Tucker asked after a while.
Danny nodded, looking up at the techie.
"Crap!" Tucker muttered as he stared at a blue electronic device that resembled a touch pad but that turned out to be the local news paper. Danny choked on air when he saw the date displayed on the news paper. Amity Times, 15 April 2111 it read at the top. "That's a hundred years into the future, the earth isn't even supposed to exist anymore!" Tucker said, not nearly as dumbstruck as his friend.
"How's that even possible?" Danny muttered in disbelieve.
"Well, the atmosphere is becoming more polluted every day-" Tucker started in a wise voice.
"Not that," Danny grumbled as he stood up, feeling some of his strength returning to his body. "We better…" Danny trailed off as his eyes fell on a family photo off a father, mother and their two sons. "Um, we better get some new clothes," the raven haired teen told his friend.
"Why?" the techno-geek asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Because we'll need to blend in until we can find a way back to our time and because my shirt and jeans are completely ruined," Danny explained as he started up the stairs. Half an hour later Danny and Tucker had their clothes put away in a backpack and were wearing new clothes they'd borrowed from the oldest son's room though they'd also grabbed two pairs of sweatpants and shirt along with two more changes of spare clothes. Danny had also made a stop in the bathroom to wash the blood of his hands and arm. It eased Danny's conscience that, even after their shopping spree, it was impossible to notice the vanished clothes considering how much clothes were squished into the overflowing walk in closet.
Tucker decided to wear khaki trousers, a black shirt, yellow hoodie, red cap and boots, insisting that, if he could, he would stay in the colors he was used to, though he decided to wear his cap to the front. Danny on the other hand, ended up in washed out jeans, a red shirt, white stand collar jacket and a pair of white sneakers. They'd also taken some money even though it had taken Tucker a while to convince Danny that it was for the best. Throwing the backpack over his shoulder, Tucker led the way back downstairs. "We better get going," Danny said as he changed into his ghost form. Tucker cried out as the teen half ghost took off and flew through the roof into the strange outside world. As they traveled higher into the air, Danny started looking around for a place where they could hide out for a while.
"What about that place?" Tucker suggested pointing at an old building with the words: "Due for Demolition in a week" on it. Danny nodded once before shooting down to the old building that looked like it had once been a large house. Danny fazed them through the roof and second floor before landing in a hallway that still had a dusty table placed next to the front door.
"Why would all the furniture still be here?" Danny asked with a frown.
"No clue but I'm not complaining," Tucker said as he sank onto one of the couches that was located in the living room. Unfortunately the couch seemed to be older than it look since one of the legs snapped off the second the African American placed his full weight on it. "Ah nuts!" Tucker complained as he stood up and surveyed the damage he'd caused. Danny threw the sweatpants and t-shirt at Tucker before pulling on his own make-shift pajamas. "This stinks," Tucker informed Danny as he folded his arms and stared accusingly at his surroundings. Rolling his eyes, Danny started exploring the floor they were on, afraid that the second storey floor would cave in if he tried to walk around on it.
"Tuck?" Danny asked when he returned to the living room, only to find Tucker passed out on the couch he'd destroyed. Well, at least someone'll get some sleep, the half ghost thought as he turned and went to the spare room he'd discovered. He pulled out his bloody clothes and stuffed his new ones into the bag along with Tucker's. Danny hit the dust out of the mattress before lying down and staring at the ceiling. Even though his body and mind was more tired than he'd ever felt in his entire life, Danny knew he wouldn't be able to go to sleep.
What will mom and dad think when I'm still missing tomorrow? Danny thought dejectedly, a lump forming in his throat. The police'll declare us dead if we don't return in a month and if this is the future then that means we've probably been declared dead for a century. He remembered what Clockwork had told him once that, if someone was stuck in the wrong time period for more than a day, then the time stream would be affected. And now the only way home had been left in the Ghost Zone. Realizing this, Danny could feel tears coming up behind his eyes. "Focus! Feeling sorry for yourself won't help!" he told himself as firmly as possible. "Okay, so if we can't find a way back home by tomorrow then it won't matter how long we take to find a way home. As long as we manage to stay alive, we'll be able to go back home someday," Danny gritted his teeth against the helplessness and annoyance he felt. But if we stay to long then mom and dad'll notice the age difference when he go back, his mind snapped at him. Danny gripped his pounding head and closed his eyes as if that would somehow make the headache disappear.
A headache, throbbing arm and busy mind, made it impossible to get sleep and Danny immerged from the room the next day feeling even worse than he had the day before.
Was Danny's character okay, I'm a bit stressed out about him but I really tried my best.
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