This aint really a challenge I got from someone but rather I made for my self so... yea. ^.^ Enjoy.
Danny panted hard, but he knew he had to keep moving. He shot past the trees like a bullet, and he could hear such deadly things miss him by mere inches.
He gasped slightly in pain when one skimmed his forearm, drawing a thin line of red blood with hints of green. Sobs from not just the cuts and bruses that littered his body, made him shake harshly.
No! Stop it, stop before you break and do get caught! He groweled in his mind, he took as deep of a breath as he could while running at his high speed and pushed him self to go fast. He tried to calm him self by making one of his horrorable jokes, as he zig-zagged through the trees. You're not out of the woods yet, Fenton.
Soon the sound of the bullets died behind him and he slowed to a stop. His body shook as it tried to keep it's self up, he walked over to a tree and sat, breath in as much as he could without making him self black out.
After a few mins of sitting Danny just stared at the ground, wishing his life would just end. After all, he would much rather die, then tirn into 'Him.' He thought about his family and sobs began to rake him from head to toe. He remembered a song his mom use to sing to him sometimes, and he would sing it to her other times when he was younger. Slowly the tone seemed to fill his ears, he knew he should be moving, trying to get away, but the song held tightly to him, refusing to let go.
'London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down, London Bridge is falling down my fair lady.'
A small smile came to his face as memories flashed.
5 year old danny smiles at his mom as she folds clothes, humming.
"Mommy, what are you h-um-ing?" He says, scrunching his nose as he pronouced the word carefully.
"London Bridge is falling down, why?" His mom says with a smile as she turns to him.
"Where is that? Why is it fall-ing duh-ow-n?" Danny asks, his eyes showed worry as he asks. "Is some one go-ing to get boo-boos?"
His mom laughs softly and picks him up, putting him on her lap as she sat on an empty chair. "No no ones hurt, Danny, its just a song."
"Can you teach me?!" Danny says, excitedly.
She laughs again, and ruffles his hair a bit. "Of course, Danny."
Danny chuckled slightly in the back of his dry throat at the memory, it had tooken him about two days to learn it and be able to recite it with ease. Jazz had thought it was creepy, and would scream when ever he sang it in a creepy voice outside her room at night.
'Build it up with wood and clay, wood and clay, wood and clay, build it up with wood and clay, my fair lady.'
He had built up his rep. as a hero, yet one accident, one mistake, and it falls apart. He shook his head and slowly stood, he began moving again at a much slower pace.
'Wood and clay will wash away, wash away, wash away, wood and clay will wash away my fair lady.'
Danny moved on, his dirty and wet pants dragging his weak body down a bit. He couldnt think much of what happened without flashes of pain and sadness hit him like a moving truck.
'Build it up with iron and steel, iron and steel, iron and steel, build it up with iron and steel my fair lady.'
So he blocked them out, hidding them in one of the darkest corners of his mind, where many of his worest fears and nightmares are.
'Iron and steel will bend and bow, bend and bow, bend and bow, iron and steel will bend and bow my fair lady.'
Nightmares. Was this a nightmare? Just some dream gone wrong in his head in the middle of the night? Is he really just laying in his bed, in his room, curled up snug and safe? None of his other nightmares were this real, sure the ones about Dan were so real sometimes that he would almost use his ghostly wail, but none seemed even close to this.
'Build it up with sliver and gold, silver and gold, silver and gold, build it up with silver and gold my fair lady.'
He hummed softly to the song as it seemed to play in the air, if this was a dream or nightmare it would end soon. He could feel him self getting more tired and was losing focus quickly, it was more then likely from blood lose, but he didnt mind. Either was this would end in some way, the end of a nightmare/dream or the end of Danny Fenton/Phantom, he couldnt really know, and couldnt really care.
'Silver and gold will be stolen away, stolen away, stolen away, silver and gold will be stolen away my fair lady.'
He looked over his faults, mistakes, weaknesses, and pretty much everything about him self. It wasnt that hard, yet was the most difficult thing he had ever done"
He was Danny Fenton: Normal teen. Ghost hunter parnets, goth girl friend, techno geek best friend, staight A older sister, his life as Danny Fenton was around people who were different, unique, yet he seemed to be the only 'normal' one.
He was Danny Phantom: Hero. Halfa. Ghost boy extrarordinaire. He was one of the only three halfas in the whole world and ghost zone, he had won against humans and ghost of far greater power then him, and when one would think he would have been correpted by this power like the older halfa had, he had not. He was unique to both worlds, unheard of on earth, and unthinkable in the ghost zone, he was tied to a thin string in between both worlds, he would tip and almost fall one way or the other at times, but he always seem to keep a certain balance, even if it never seemed like it.
'Set a man to watch all night, watch all night, watch all night, set a man to watch all night my fair lady.'
He looked around and found the woods had once again surrounded him, he had seemed to forgotten for a min where he was, and heard that everything was still, not making a sound. It was as if it was holding its breath, Danny might have thought Clockwork had frozen time again if not for the leaves in the trees moving silently.
'Suppose the man should fall alseep, fall asleep, fall asleep, suppose the man should fall asleep my fair lady.'
He looked at the trees around him as he walked, taking in every detail he could in his foggy mind. One had chips in its trunk, one had a swirling pattern, one had some roots that stuck out of the ground, the list would go on and on.
'Give him a pipe to smoke all night, smoke all night, smoke all night, give him a pipe to smoke all night my fair lady.'
Danny knew that the blood lose was finally getting to him, he just knew it, why else would he be seeing his dead friends and family coming towards him with sad, but still light, smiles.
"If Im dieing you dont need to tell me." He says sluggishly, he smiled a bit more when they got amused looks.
"You did very good, Danny, very good." His mom says, as they all sat around him.
"Im not going to turn into Dan, am I?" He asked to his friends and sister, since they would know who Dan was.
Tuck shook his head. "No, dude, its safe. Your not being riped apart, which is how Dan came to be, you dont have to worry."
"Well thats good,...I did promise." He says, his eyes trying to close but he keep them open with shire will power, which he had a lot of by the way.
Sam sighed and touched his shoulder, which felt like nothing more then a feather. "Danny you dont have to hold on any more, you can let go."
Danny chuckled weakly in the back of his throat again. "Maybe, but you know how stubborn I am when it comes to living, its a natural reaction for me by now."
Jazz sighed with a bit of annoyance. "I knew that hero complex of your's was going to have some kind of side affect."
They all laughed a bit at that.
"So this is really the end of Danny Fenton/Phantom, huh? Hunted down and bleed to death in a forest, not the best way I would have chosen to go, but if its the way guess it goes." Danny says, rolling his eyes a bit.
"You really have to be dramatic dont ya, dude?" Tuck says with a goofy smile and a raised eyebrow.
"Its on my resume." Danny bobs his head.
"Being annoying on there too, ghost boy?" Sam asks smugly.
"Only to the bad guys, then its considered witty banter." Danny says back right away.
"Only you could be making jokes, so close to death, little brother." Jazz says, shaking her head.
"I've done it before haven't I? Im just making sure I dont let death get the better of me even when it has me." He shrugs.
He groans suddenly when a small wash of pain goes through him. He looks up and his family and friends, nodding in acceptance. "I'll be seeing you guys soon then?"
"Of course, Danny-boy!" Jack says finally, he hadnt really said anything the entire time the rest had been and it was nice to finally hear his dad's voice again.
Danny smiles weakly and closes his eyes, finally letting the comforting warm arms of death take him to his family.
'London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down, London Bridge is falling down my fair lady.'
Done! :D Hope you like, R&R plz. Ta.
-VGF