Ok so I've had three summer reading books to read, My friend got evicted, and school started. I've been busy. As an apology for missing last weeks update I've made this chapter longer than the others.
I don't own Danny Phantom
Sam knocked on the Fenton's front door.
She wore a short sleeved black shirt and a black skirt. All of her hair was pulled up in to a ponytail instead of her usual half up half down style. She had no jewelry on except for a watch. It had a black band with a baby blue face.
Tucker, who stood next to her, had forgone his usual attire. A all black long sleeved button down shirt and black dress pants replaced his traditional yellow shirt and green pants. His favorite red beret had been left home.
The door to the Fenton's opened and Jazz stepped out. She was in a simple all black dress. Her head band was changed from her normal one to black as well.
Jazz gave the two younger kids a sad smile,
"Ready to go?" Sam asked.
Jazz looked at the clock and sighed. "I guess"
"Where are Mr. and Mrs. Fenton?" Tucker questioned with a frowned.
"Their busy. We should head out without them." was Jazz's saddened reply.
With that Jazz walked past the two and started down the street.
Jazz hated going out side. Of course it wasn't the outside that she hated so much as the quiet. No one went out side anymore.
She could hear the footsteps of Sam and Tucker behind her, but she ignored them and focused on her surroundings. If one looked around most would see the collapsed rood of the arcade or the blown out wall on the candy store. Crude word where written in graffiti on the was of crumbling wall of the once nice buildings. No doubt left there by some annoying ghost.
Again that is what most would see, but not Jazz.
Jazz saw the arcade as if it were new. In the window she could almost make out her brother playing on one of the mind numbing games. The candy store was no longer half destroyed. Instead in her minds eye the colorful open sign was lit. A younger version of her was walking out of the store with a bag of sweets purchased by her favorite brother. The memory of a water gun fight that the two siblings had one hot summer day washed away the vulgar words.
This was another reason Jazz hated going out side. Everything reminded her of Danny.
With a firm shake of her head Jazz attempted to clear all of her depressing thoughts.
Tucker was keeping his eyes on the path before him. He refused to look at anything. He refused to remember.
Sam's mind was thinking along the same lines as Jazz's.
As they passed the park Sam's mind filled with old memories. A 5 year old Sam being pushed on the swings by a 9 year old Danny. Danny at the age of 12 chasing of a bunch of bullies that were teasing her. All happy memories.
Till the sight of Danny laying lifeless by the playground, with a large hole through his stomach and blood trickling out of his mouth flashed before her eyes.
Sam, again like Jazz, shook her head to clear it.
It worked for the most part. That is till they reached the cemetery. The sight of the iron gates made them stop dead in their tracks.
A heavy hand was placed on Jazz's shoulder. When she looked to see who it was her eyes meet turquoise.
"You go on ahead first. Earlier Sam said she wanted to go last, and I'm not quite sure what I'm gunna say yet." Tucker said with an encouraging smile.
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(Jazz POV)
The grass was soft beneath my feet and the wind was dead as I approached the tomb stone that bore my brother's name. I slowly placed one foot in front of the other as if grew closer to his final resting place. When I had finally reached the stone slab my legs gave out on me and I collapsed into a kneeling position in front of it.
"Hi Danny. It's been a while." I started to speak around the lump in my throat. " I've missed you big brother."
"I hope you've been doing ok. Things here are getting out of hand. The news says that we are doing well and the end of the war is near, but I know better. We haven't had a decisive victory in the past two years…Mom and Dad are on the Amity Ghost Committee. That's why they couldn't come today… I'm sorry, I tried to get them to come."
I could fell tiers begin to make their way down my face. A sense of failure weighed heavy in my chest.
"My birthday is next month… I'm gunna be 19...did you know that all 19 year olds have to enlist. It's required… I don't wanna go to war big brother."
I was sobbing now.
I couldn't help it.
The fear had been eating me up for months. The idea of the front lines terrified me to no end. I didn't want to see the blood and gore of the battle field.
I was scared but as I sat before my brother a kind of determination set in.
"But I will. Even if it's just for you. Those monsters will pay for what they've done." I said still blinded by tiers and with a serious face.
After a few moments of silence I stood and looked down at the gravestone one more time.
"I'll go get Tucker. He should be ready by now."
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(Tucker's POV)
I was next.
I've never been good at talking to Danny's grave.
It always unsettled me.
For one thing guys don't talk about their feelings. I just isn't done. Also the idea that the guy who would always listen to me when I needed it, hung out with me even though I was four years younger, and defended me from others teasing was buried a few feet in front of me didn't help.
"H-Hey man, it's been a while. I-I hope it's ok. Things have been rough lately." I started.
"Sam has been on my case for a while now about my marksman ship. Me. With a gun. Now that's scary." I said with a half hearted chuckle. "in all seriousness though I would much rather be tech support."
I paused and tried to think of what to say "Dash and Quan haven't been going at me. Their too worried about themselves they haven't had time to notice me…though it seems like their "little brothers" have been carrying on their tradition by giving my "little brother" a hard time. Thankfully Robbie is made of stronger stuff than I was."
I paused again. What else could I say. All our live are centered around this war and that isn't something I want to talk to him about. There has to be something…
Oh yah.
"Valery is doin ok. A little obsessed with fighting ghosts but ok. I think what happened to you has really pushed her to fight. She was never this driven before the war…I still try to ask her out, and as you can guess it hasn't worked out too well…at least I didn't get an ecto riffle shoved in my face like Nathan did."
I stood up to leave
"I'll go get Sam. She's the last of us. Don't know why she wanted to go last. Usually she cant wait to talk to you."
I began to walk back to the gate, but paused after a few steps.
"I miss you man"
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(Sam's POV)
October 5th. How I hated this day. I didn't even hate Paulina as much as I hate that date. The day I lost Danny.
The sun was setting when I finally entered the graveyard. The yellow sun behind me cast everything in ominous shadows.
I was alone.
I told Jazz and Tucker to head home. That it was getting late and their parents would worry. While this was true it wasn't why I wanted them to go.
I wanted to be alone.
I reached to stone that bore Danny's name. I carefully sat on the grass in front of it, mindful of my skirt. My heart pounded as I began to speak.
"Hey Danny. I've been wanting to see you for a while now, but life got in the way…You know I don't know if that's quite right."
I sighed. I needed to say this. I needed to get it out.
Closing my eyes I began to speak again.
"I didn't come because I was confused… did you know I had a major crush on you. I couldn't exactly say anything though. I was 13. What business did I have liking a 17 year old… I suppose that is why I haven't come to visit earlier… Ever since last years visit I've been thinking about you… and I think I understand now."
I opened my eyes and took a look at my watch. It was getting late.
I took a deep breath for courage.
"I think I loved you… I didn't know if it I had created a perfect Danny in my head or if I really loved you. I felt like I couldn't come back until if figured it out."
There I said it.
"Who are you talking to?" asked an echoing voice from behind me.
My eye snapped open to see a long shadow cast by a figure behind me.
In one smooth motion my hand reached behind me for the ecto pistol I keep in my waistband. At the same time I twisted my body around to face the unknown voice.
Curious green eyes peered down at me. His body was outlined in a white aura, and his hair was so white it made me feel like if I touched it, it would be as cold as snow. White boot clad feet seemed to hover a few inches off the ground.
Oh God.
It was a Ghost
Well there you go. Sorry it isn't much longer. Also sorry for the cliff hanger.
Anyone who is familiar with the show can tell me who that is. I'm a little excited for the next chapter. It's going to start picking up from there.
