A/N: WHERE THE HECK DID ALL YOU AWESOME PEOPLE COME FROM!
Seriously, your reviews were totally amazing!
I'm sorry I haven't updated in a long time! My last computer busted and I didn't have one for a while. However, I got a new one and I'm ready to get this show on the road!
I hope all of ya'll continue to enjoy the story!
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"HIT HIM IN THE BALLS, PHANTOM!"
Trisha winced as Anna, once again, cheered loudly for Danny Phantom on the news. They were currently sitting in Anna's living room, watching the ghost boy go through yet another round of fighting with some evil entity. The news woman on the screen was animatedly talking about the live battle, trying to give as much detail as she could. It wasn't really necessary, but it made things more interesting.
"Anna, I would like to keep my hearing, thank you very much." The blonde tried to stop the constant ringing in her ear by sticking her finger in it. Anna turned his head towards her and smiled in a not-so-apologetic way.
"Sorry," he started, "but sometimes Phantom kicks so much butt!" He looked back at the screen and cheered once again.
Trisha had to admit that it was true. She brought her own attention back to the TV and watched as the hero repeatedly pummeled his enemy. Whoever the other ghost was, it certainly wasn't that strong. Not like some of the scarier ghosts Phantom had to fight; like that Wisconsin Ghost.
Trisha shuddered.
She didn't want to acknowledge that HIS blood was inside of her. After her little panic attack that day her mom told her she had ghosts' blood inside of her, she ate some soup and calmed down. Only then did she have the guts to ask just whose blood it was.
Trisha got lost in her thoughts as she remembered the awful moment.
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"Mom," Trisha had asked hesitantly while putting her spoon back into her now empty bowl, "Do you remember… do you know which ghost's blood I have inside of me?"
Anna, who was sitting next to Trisha, had stopped eating to look at Trisha's mother as well. It seemed like he was eager to know too.
Margie, who was sitting across from them, got a huge smile on her face.
"Oh, I think you'll like this." She started, "It comes from someone who you really~ admire."
A sly look crossed Margie's face as she stared at her daughter, expecting Trisha to guess who it was just from that.
Judging from the wide-eyed look that suddenly came from her, Trisha got it. Anna seemed to understand too as his mouth fell open.
"You," Trisha's voice trembled, "You don't possibly mean…"
"Mmhmm," Margie said in a low voice, "You have Amity Park's own resident hero's aka Danny Phantom's very own blood inside of you."
"OH MY GOD, ARE YOU FRIGGIN' SERIOUS?" Anna grinned widely in pure astonishment.
Trisha, on the other hand, didn't know what to think about it. She still thought it was really damn gross to have someone else's blood inside of her. Really. Damn. Gross.
But this was also Danny Phantom's blood. Danny 'I have saved and protected people with my awesome ghost powers' Phantom. The hero she had admired ever since he became known to the world. And that, in some way, made the whole thing seem really cool.
"But it's not just his."
Margie's voice suddenly cut into the excitement.
…
A small silence filled the room at this statement.
"Oh," Trisha finally said, "Well, who else's is it?"
Anna scoffed as he sat back down, "Whoever it is it certainly can't be as awesome as Danny Phantom." He now ate his soup with a completely bored look on his face.
Margie shrugged at her daughter's inquire, "I don't know the ghost's name. He looked funny though; had red eyes and his hair was shaped into devil horns. I don't know if he was trying to copy Satan or Dracula." The woman chuckled at her own joke.
…
Margie then looked up in confusion when she didn't hear any reaction from either Trisha or Anna.
Anna looked as if Margie just told him that she kicked puppies for a living, while Trisha had a look of absolute illness on her face; so much in fact that it wouldn't surprise Margie if the girl just bent over and threw up.
"The effing Wisconsin Ghost?" Anna asked.
"Is that his name? I guess it is his then." Margie shrugged, obviously not understanding the big deal.
"M-mom," came the stuttering voice of Trisha, "Wh-why, oh…oh God." The blonde placed her face in her hands and shivered a little. All ghosts gave her the creeps, even Danny Phantom did a little bit. But that ghost, the Wisconsin Ghost, just plain frightened her. She didn't know why she was so scared of him, she just… she just was.
"Trish, sweetie, I'm… sorry this upsets you." Margie looked worriedly at her daughter, fearing she might have another episode.
Anna looked at Trisha too with a frown on her face. As he was preparing himself for another 'Trisha freak out' though, Trisha sat back straight and took a deep breath with her eyes closed.
"I'm okay," she opened her eyes, "Don't worry. It's all good." The troubled look on her face suggested that it wasn't 'all good,' but at least this was better than her scratching at her arms.
Suddenly, Trisha got up and walked away to put her empty bowl in the sink, leaving her mother and her best friend to sit there with worried looks still on their faces.
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"Do you two kiddies want a snack?" The voice of Anna's mom, Mrs. Chrystal, shook Trisha out of the memory. She seemed to be calling from the kitchen, which was located right outside the living room.
"Sure Mom!" Anna answered without looking away from the television.
Not long after, Mrs. Chrystal walked through the door with a tray of food in her hands.
Mrs. Chrystal was a very beautiful woman; with dark skin and long curly hair, it was obvious where Anna got his looks from.
The plate was settled on the table in front of them. It was full of crackers with a small bowl of… some kind of dip in the center. The woman briefly gave them a dark lipstick-covered smile before strolling back out of the room.
Anna immediately started eating the crackers. He'd smother them with the strange, green-colored dipping sauce before shoving them in his mouth. Most would think someone as good-looking as him would have better matters, but he didn't. Funny enough, Anna didn't give a shit if somebody thought negatively of him. He always faced any kind of trouble in his life with a determined smile. Trisha, once again, wondered how someone could have such confidence in himself.
The girl shook her head in confusion at her friend's personality and helped herself to some of the crackers as well. She brought it to her mouth, but hesitated as she watched Anna put another dip-covered cracker in his mouth. Trisha looked at the sauce for a second before lowering the cracker to the bowl and scooping a small amount on it. She then brought it back to her mouth and ate it. It tasted really good. She looked at the screen and grabbed another cracker. She held it in her hand as she got distracted by Danny Phantom's fight. Suddenly, her hand felt empty.
… What the-?
She looked down in surprise to see that her cracker had fallen to the table. …That was strange. She looked at her hand; she was sure she had a good grip on it…
"WOOOOHHHOOOO!" Trisha jumped as Anna's voice rang in her ears. His hands were thrown into the air, and he looked at the TV screen in amazement. Trisha looked too, and saw that Phantom had apparently sucked up the ghost he was fighting into his thermos.
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Later, Trisha's mom came to pick her up from Anna's. Margie said a quick hello to Anna, Mrs. Chrystal, and Mr. Davis (Anna's dad) before leaving with Trisha in her car. The two made small talk on their way home, but none of it was really interesting.
When they arrived at the house and went inside, Margie told Anna she should take a shower and that dinner would be done by the time she was out.
The blonde complied and went upstairs to her bathroom. She flicked the light on and closed the door behind her. Taking her shirt off, she went over to her sink so she could place it on the corner. She stopped and looked in the large mirror above the sink as she passed it. Slowly, she placed her hand on her stomach and traced a white scar that led from near her belly button to her right side.
It was from an injury that should've killed her. But here it was now, just a thin, white scar that stood out from her pale skin. Trisha had almost died… Even now, that thought seemed unreal to her. It was as if her mind refused to accept the knowledge that she had been so close to dying. That if it wasn't for her mother or that ghost blood, she would probably be buried in the ground right now.
Trisha shuddered and banished those thoughts from her mind. All she wanted to do was take a relaxing shower. She took her glasses and the rest of her clothes off and wasted no time turning on the water and turning it to a temperature she liked. She stepped inside and let out a pleased sigh as the water hit her body. She simply stood there for a while thinking about the different good things in her life. She thought about her mother's cooking, which she would soon be eating. She thought about how she wouldn't have to go to school for another three months since it was summer. She thought about Anna. She thought about Anna and his nice smile. She thought about Anna and his kindness towards her. She thought about all the fun times she had with him in the past and the fun times that she would have with him in the future. She just plain thought about everything and everyone that made her happy.
She hummed to herself with her eyes closed and head tilted straight towards the water. While she was doing this, she reached sideways to grab the shampoo off the shelf on the wall. At first, her arm was at an angle, but when she didn't feel anything she reached farther. Once again, she didn't feel anything. This repeated until her arm was stretched out all the way. She huffed in annoyance but kept her eyes closed and head under the sprinkling water. Her mind then caught up with her, and she thought about her situation.
….
…
Her shower was only two and a half feet wide… there was NO way her arm should be able to fully stretch out.
…...
The warm water suddenly felt cold, and her breath got stuck in her throat.
THERE IS NO WAY SHE COULDN'T HAVE FELT THE WALL BY NOW.
Slowly, with growing horror gathering in the pit of her stomach, she tilted her head back down and opened her eyes but still didn't look sideways. Finally after gathering enough nerve, she forced herself to turn her head and look at the situation that should be impossible.
Everything hurdled into her stomach, and her expression turned to one of absolute fear at what she saw.
Her arm
went straight through
the wall.
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"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Margie gasped and dropped the bowl she was stirring food in.
Without even thinking, she whirled around and ran at full speed towards the stairs.
"TRISHA?" She yelled from the first floor, hoping to hear her answer back.
When she received none, the woman ran in a panic up the stairs, nearly tripping twice on the way. She ran down the hall and to the bathroom door, flinging it open.
She saw the blurred reflection of her daughter through the glass shower and hurriedly went over and opened it.
Trisha was huddled at the end of the shower. Her face was stark white and her eyes wide in horror while she cradled her left hand to her chest. She was shivering.
"Sweetie? Hun, what's wrong? What happened?" Margie quickly turned off the water before entering the stall to check her daughter.
Upon hearing her mother, Trisha seemed to snap out of it.
"Mom?" The girl looked towards her mother, "MOM!"
Trisha lunged forward and grabbed Margie's sleeves. She pointed at the wall and tried to tell her something, but she was panicking and stuttering so much that Margie couldn't understand her.
She shook her shoulders, "Trisha… TRISH! CALM DOWN, I CAN'T UNDERSTAND YOU!"
"MY ARM, MOM! MY ARM! IT WENT THROUGH THE WALL!"
"WHA-?"
"I WAS REACHING OVER FOR THE SHAMPOO AND MY ARM WENT STRAIGHT THROUGH THE WALL!"
"…Hun, I think you need to calm down. Your arm couldn't ha-."
"YOU DON'T UNDERSTA- AH!" Trisha gripped harder on her mother's sleeves as she felt herself drop a little.
Both of them blinked at each other before simultaneously looking down.
…
Trisha legs had disappeared through the stall floor.
"OH MY GOD!"
"MOM, HELP ME!"
Trisha scrambled to put her arms around her mother's neck as the woman wrapped her arms around her waist and heaved her up. Her legs easily came out of the floor, but that didn't make Trisha, or Margie for that matter, any less freaked out.
Trisha was sobbing hard as tears rolled down her face, "MOM, WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME? I DON'T UNDERSTAND; WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?"
"It's okay! You're going to be okay!" Margie helped Trisha stand and wrapped a towel around her.
"Come on." She wrapped an arm around her daughter's shoulders and helped her walk down the stairs. She brought her into the living room and made her sit on the couch. Trisha was still crying loudly the whole time.
Margie walked to the phone on the other side of the room and picked it off its charger. She dialed a number as fast as she could and tapped her foot impatiently as it rang.
"He better pick up." She mumbled to herself.
Two more rings later and she heard a voice on the other end.
"Hello?"
"George, get over here. Now. We have a really big problem; it's concerning Trisha."
"… I'm on my way." The line went dead after that, signaling that he hung up.
Margie pressed the 'end' button and placed the phone back. She turned then turned around and went back to her daughter. Trisha had stopped crying, but was still sobbing loudly and had a very distant look in her eyes. She huddled close to her mom when she sat down.
"Trisha, George is coming over. You might want to go put some clothes on upstairs. Okay?" Margie talked as softly as she could.
Trisha nodded and slowly got up from the couch and left the room.
After she watched the retreating back of her daughter, Margie breathed out and leaned back on the cushions. She just knew this had something to do with the ghost blood. There was no other explanation for it.
Margie felt an onslaught of guilt at that thought. She was the one who inserted the blood into Trisha. It was her fault that strange things were happening to her. She shouldn't have put that blood inside her.
'Don't be stupid, Margie!' yelled a part of her conscience. 'If you hadn't put that blood in her, she would have DIED!'
The woman thought about this fact for a second before a determined look settled on her face. Yes, that blood kept her baby alive. And no matter what kind of weird side effects were thrown at them, they would take care of it; they would conquer it. She was never going to regret saving her child's life. Never. Not one bit.
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A/N: So that ends chapter 3! Hope you enjoyed! Leave a review if you can! :)
Oh, and I drew a picture of Trisha and Anna in (a poor attempt of) Butch Hartman's style! Just go to Deviantart, type in "Danny Phantom Trisha and Anna" in the search bar, and it's the only picture there! Check it out if you want to!
