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Now, some of you guys after reading this might have some questions, I will try to answer them at the bottom of the chapter. So have fun!
The ever so sweet oblivion known as sleep was finally in Danny Fenton's grasp. After the retelling of what happened on that stormy night Danny's friends went back to their respective homes, looking for more adequate sleep as Sam apparently didn't sleep at all, Tucker crashed in a computer chair and Danny himself was mentally exhausted. Yet the knowledge of what happened weighed heavy on his mind preventing him from finding any form of rest easily. Despite himself Danny couldn't banish the images from the night before from his mind, until his family returned. Everyone in Amity Park, including Danny himself, would say that his parents were a bit wacky, yet it was familiar to him and he took comfort in that. When he finally managed to find rest in the form of sleep later that night, he was plagued by nightmares for most of the night until he finally found a steady dreamless slumber.
The much needed sleep was perfect, until a persistent knocking broke through to Danny's mind. "Danny, it's almost noon time to get up!" his sister Jazz was yelling through his door forcing more of his conscious mind to the surface. Danny was almost able to ignore it until he harshly crashed to the floor. With a groan he sat up and noticed that he was kind of far from his bed for just having fallen off.
Suddenly Jazz stepped in with a worried look on her face, "Are you ok? What happened?"
Looking at his sister with a tired, exasperated glare he replied, "I just fell off the bed. And we had an agreement that we wouldn't barge into each other's rooms."
Jazz at least had the grace to look sheepish, for an instant. "Yeah well, it's not healthy to sleep till noon. Besides breakfast is ready." With that said Jazz left as quick as she had entered closing the door behind her.
Sitting there still wrapped in blankets Danny remembered something about his family. Despite being familiar and comforting in time of uncertainties, it was a fact that his sister tended to be on the overbearing side, and his parents were essentially mad scientist with an obsession with the paranormal. These facts made his family tiring to say the least.
Sighing Danny finally got up from his position throwing the blankets onto his bed in a bundle, grabbed some clothes, and started to shuffle his way to the bathroom. Suddenly he noticed something that jolted his mind to full wakefulness. Turning back towards his room to see that his bedroom door still closed behind him. The world around him ceased to matter as he stared at the offending object. Just as Danny's mind started to travel down questionable avenues he forced himself to snap out of it.
"Nope, no, no, no, no! Nothing weird happened. I'm just still half asleep." Danny reassured himself. With a shake of his head and a shrug he continued to the bathroom for a welcomed shower. After he was washed and started to get dressed for the day he stopped in front of the bathroom mirror and saw the ugly scar on his chest. "Figures." he thought. "I want to forget what happened, but I have this permanent reminder." Running his fingers over the still new mark Danny sighed, "I guess I'll just have to get used to it." Putting those thoughts behind him he finished getting dressed and went to get breakfast.
Making his way down the stairs Danny didn't take one step off of the stairs before a wall of orange blocked his path.
"Danny!" The wall spoke revealing itself to be Danny's hyper active father, Jack Fenton. "'Bout time you got up sleepy head! I've been waiting so I could show you and your sister this!" He said in his almost perpetually loud voice as he pulled out an odd looking gizmo seemingly out of nowhere.
Danny couldn't help but to look uneasily at the hard to describe thing his father held out. Like a kid that just found something important and was showing his parents, smiling all the while. Danny knew that his parents were actually brilliant scientist, but they were a tad on the Mad Science side of things. As such most of their various inventions didn't work the way they expected them too, or they simply blew up.
"Um. What does it do?" Danny asked keeping a close eye on the contraption to make sure it didn't show signs of exploding or something.
Oblivious to his son's wariness Jack answered with full gusto, "This here is the Fenton revealer Three Thousand! It's supposed to reveal the true form of paranormal creatures that can hide in human form! All you have to do is get them to touch it and WHAM! Instant confirmation if your next door neighbor is a slobbering zombie or not!" After Jack gave the explanation on the gizmo he said the one thing Danny was hopping he wouldn't say, "Try it!"
"Uh, I don't know Dad, why don't you get Jazz to try it? I mean, she would be able to give you better feedback than I could." Danny said hopping to get out of this.
"Nope. She's a no go, she said that she had to do something about a thing. So you get to try it! Great right?"
"Damn! She got out of it before I could!" Danny thought, "She could have at least tried to warn me." Sighing Danny reached out and touched the newest of his parent's inventions. The moment he touched the contraption is started to vibrate and smoke. The thing even started to spit out sparks as Danny pulled his hand away.
Jack looked at the apparently malfunctioning thing with disappointment. "Ah, guess I'm going to have to see what's wrong with it." An instant later he straightened and the giant smile was back on his face, "Oh well. Happens all the time! See ya around Dan-o!" With that the orange giant of a man disappeared down to the lab. Sighing with relief Danny continued towards the kitchen. He was glad that the "Fenton Revealer Three Thousand" didn't explode like so many others before it.
Danny encountered another member of his family in the kitchen. A woman wearing a teal jumpsuit similar to the get up of his father was undoubtedly his mother, Madeline "Maddie" Fenton. As Danny entered the kitchen Maddie took notice of her son. "Hello sweetie! Did you sleep well?"
"Yeah." Danny answered on reflex.
"Well good!" Maddie said as she finished up whatever she was doing in the kitchen. "Have you seen your father?" she asked turning back to Danny.
"He's in the lab." Danny replied as he went about preparing himself some cereal. "He's trying to fix something that didn't work."
"I knew we shouldn't have tried to make it so small." Maddie sighed guessing what her husband was trying to fix. "How bad was it?"
Understanding what his mother meant Danny replied, "It was really mild actually. The thing just let off some sparks and started to smoke."
Sighing again, this time in relief, Maddie left the kitchen saying, "Well he might need some help so if you need me I'll be in the lab."
"O.K." Danny replied all too familiar with this situation. The thought "Just another day in my life." flashed through his head as he ate his cereal. As he was cleaning up after himself the doorbell rang singling someone was at the front door. Answering it, Danny was pleasantly surprised to see Sam standing on the other side. "Sam! What's going on? You usually call before you come over."
"I did. You didn't answer your cell phone. And what's up is that we need to talk about some things." Sam answered completely serious.
"Talk about what?" Danny asked.
"You know what."
Quickly looking for any eavesdroppers, and finding none, Danny whispered back, "I thought we were going to never talk about that again!"
"Yeah well this is something you really need to know about!" Sam shot back, also whispering.
Rubbing the bridge of his nose Danny sighed, "Ok fine. But let's go someplace else to talk about it, I don't need my parents to find out anything about this."
Understanding Danny's circumstance Sam nodded and waited at the door as Danny went to tell his parents that he was going out. A few moments later Danny returned and signaled Sam to lead the way.
"We're meeting Tucker at my place." Sam said as they walked.
"O.k. But what is it you want to talk about, and why do you think that I really need to hear it?" Danny asked clearly not in the best of moods.
"I think I know what you became that night."
Danny almost tripped in shock as the words reached his ears. "You didn't think to bring this up the last time?" he asked exasperatedly.
"It slipped my mind!" Sam snapped back before adding with a blush, "I was... too relieved that you were ok, alright." These words caused Danny to form a blush of his own. An awkward silence ended any further conversation. It was during this silence that Danny noticed something on the edge of his senses. Things that were never in direct site, whispering that was too faint to truly hear. Danny tried to ignore it yet the best he could do was look over his shoulder only every ten minutes rather than every five minutes.
"What's wrong?" Sam asked having noticed Danny looking over his shoulder.
"Nothing." Danny answered even if he didn't believe it himself. It wasn't long before they made it to Sam's house, with Tucker waiting on the front stoop.
"So." Tucker started looking from Danny to Sam and back. "Did you two have a nice stroll?" Tucker never got to finish the joke that he had in mind before Sam caught on and silenced him with a glare.
Despite not having the foresight of his gothic friend he still didn't answer, distracted by the constant feeling he'd been having ever sense Sam convinced him to come along.
Tucker took notice of his friend's odd behavior when Danny glanced behind him once again. "What's wrong with him?" Tucker asked Sam.
"Don't know. He's been like that for a while now." Sam answered. Finally when Danny's attention came back to them, he could see Sam was ready, "Ok. What's up with you?"
"What? Nothing's up." Danny answered.
Not buying it Sam rebutted, "Bull! You've been looking over your shoulder almost the entire way here. So, again, what's up?"
Embarrassed for being caught Danny looked anywhere except his friends before he replied, "Ok fine, but can we talk inside?"
The other two agreed and the trio headed inside Sam's house. Danny and Tucker often forgot one little known truth about their female friend; Sam was rich. As they crossed the threshold Danny and Tucker were caught a little off guard by the lavish atmosphere of the interior of the house, especially compared to the exterior which looked normal. Nice, yet normal.
"I always forget you're rich." Tucker said voicing his and Danny's thoughts.
"Good." Sam replied with a small smirk. "Let's get to my room, we should be able to talk there without any of the staff listening in."
"Hey is that a knew picture?" Danny asked as he noticed a family portrait with Sam and her parents hanging over the fireplace, just visible where Danny was standing. When compared to her parents it was questionable if Sam was really related. Both Mr. and Mrs. Manson were in a fancy suit and dress respectively, and smiling as if trying to show off their perfect pearly whites. They didn't even share Sam's black hair. In the picture Sam didn't look pleased. Most likely because she was forced into a dress, albeit a black one.
Looking at the portrait Sam quickly mirrored the same expression as the one in the picture. "Yeah it was done last month. At least they gave me something black to wear." Not wasting any more time on the painting Sam continued to lead the other two to her bedroom.
"Where's your parents?" Danny asked noticing the lack of disproving stares from the two older individuals; they didn't like Danny very much.
"Out of town." Sam replied with a smile. As they stopped in front of her bedroom door she added obviously excited, "So I pretty much have the house to myself. And I don't have to deal with them for like a week!"
Compared to the rest of the house Sam's room was almost a complete one-eighty in style. Where the majority of the house is mostly bright colors and fancy decoration, Sam's room was painted completely black with heavy blinds blocking out any sun light attempting to infiltrate the room. Every piece of furniture was also a dark color, black or dark red, and with an overly gothic theme. Added to the fact that the room was mostly lighted by artificial candle light helped make the room Sam's own personal haunted house.
They seated themselves around the room, Tucker claiming the chair at Sam's personal computer, and Sam producing a bean bag chair for Danny before taking a seat on her bed. "Ok." Sam started looking at Tucker and Danny both. "We all know why we're here right?"
"We're here to talk about the thing we said we wouldn't bring up again. Right?" Answered Tucker glancing at Danny.
"Yes." Sam answered simply. "Mostly on what Danny might have become that night." On cue she produced a large leather bound book from where it was resting on a pillow. She spent a moment flipping through the pages before turning it to show a picture of a sickly looking guy shambling through what looked like a grave yard.
"What am I looking at?" Danny asked feeling sick.
"A ghoul." Sam answered. Handing the book to Danny she started to explain, "A ghoul is what happens when an evil spirit possesses a dead body and wonders graveyards eating dead people."
Taking his eyes off of the image of a ghoul to look at Sam he asked worriedly, "Meaning?"
"You basically almost turned into a super zombie." Sam answered bluntly.
"A zombie?" Tucker asked quickly looking at Danny.
"But... I have a pulse!" Danny said seeing Tuckers look. "I'm not rotting either! I..." Danny trailed off unable to say anymore as the implications started to hit him.
"Guys! Relax. Danny's not a ghoul." Sam said quickly bringing their attention back to her. "Mr. Dark only said that we were watching Danny turn in to a ghoul, but something else happened and Danny is still alive; not about to eat us." She directed the last comment at Tucker, much to his embarrassment. Getting up and walking over to a book shelf, Sam took another book and started to flip through it, "I got this book a while ago. It was written by a witch hunter." Sitting down again she finally found the page she was looking for. "Ghouls are one of the things that are depicted in here, the way this guy says ghouls are created matches what happened to you the closest."
Sam continued reading from the book, "One of the most dangerous creatures that I know of, not for their overall power as much as for their viciousness and tenacity. Unlike a Vampire and other similar undead creatures ghouls are far more animalistic in nature. This is caused by how they are created. Mindless spirits, ones that don't even have a proper form or power, swarm over a recently dead body seeking the last vestiges of energy from the corps. As these entities continue to look for the desired energy they can become trapped within the body as more and more invade the vessel. This can continue until they have their fill or they compress and become a single entity bound to the body, thus a ghoul is born." Sam finished reading and met her friend's gazes.
"Ok." Danny said unsure what to think. "That dose seem similar to what you described happened to me. But am I a ghoul or what?"
"You're human." Sam replied. "The text go on to describe that ghouls basically run on pure instinct, little more than a rabid animal basically."
"Well that's good news!" Tucker said trying to lighten the mood. "Danny's not a super zombie. So we're all good right?"
"Kind of." Sam stated, Danny knew she was about to bring up something heavy again. "I looked up supernatural encounters and when something happens like it did to Danny it usually leaves a mark."
"You mean like my scare?" Danny asked.
"Well maybe, all the book said was that the victim would be changed in some way, shape, or form. Still them, but with a little something extra or something.
"That would explain some things." Danny said as realization dawned on him. Seeing the curious looks from his friends Danny figured he should elaborate, "The reason that I was so... off outside. I was getting these weird feelings I guess. Like seeing something from the corner of my eye, but when I look there's nothing there. Feeling like someone's staring at me, or hearing whispers that I just can't make out. I don't know, maybe I'm just going crazy."
With a thoughtful expression Sam asked, "Did these weird feelings spike anywhere specific?"
Caught off guard by the question it took Danny a moment to answer. "Well now that you mention it, it got really bad when we past really dark areas, alley ways, and that small grave yard we past."
Taking the information in Sam said, "I don't think you're going crazy. What you just described sounds like a sixth sense."
"A sixth sense? You mean I can sense the supernatural now?"
"Well yeah, your description is really close to what was in one of my books on the paranormal."
"You know, you have a lot of books that apparently give accurate descriptions about this stuff. It's really convenient." Tucker commented.
"Huh. I do, don't I?" Sam said. "Skulk and Lurk is a really good store."
"Well I guess we know where to go if we need more information on this stuff." Danny said offhandedly. "And I like the sixth sense thing, it means that I'm not going crazy."
The group sat in contemplative silence for several minutes before Tucker spoke up, "Ok. Now that we've had this really awesome discussion what do we do now?"
"We stick with the plan." Danny said after a moment. "We don't tell anyone about this, and we try not to talk about it too much." Danny said knowing that this wasn't the last time it would come up. With that the conversation was over and Danny quickly stood up. "Alright! How about we go out and have some fun? Summer vacation is over in a month so this might be our last chance."
Surprised by his positive mood Sam interjected, "Well this is unexpected. What's up?"
"Well..." Danny began, "The serious conversation is over, and I would really rather end this day on a high note. Besides Tucker and I are already over here so we might as well make a day of it, and the best way to get used to this sixth sense thing is to have it happen right? And that means going out."
"I'm game!" Tucker said excitedly. "We only have so much vacation left! So we should use it A.S.A.P!"
Despite being thrown off balance by the sudden switch in mood she quickly regained her footing. With her trademark smirk she stood and agreed to the plan of moving on and having some fun. Besides what are the chances of them running into anything else overly weird?
The sun had just set when the trio started to make their way home. All in high spirits for accomplishing their goal; to restore a sense of normalcy back into their lives. After a solid day of going to the local mall, going to the movie theater, and just hanging out and being teenagers, that dreadful night seemed to be just a bad dream.
The sun had finally fallen below the horizon when the three friends stepped down a deserted street and Danny's sixth sense flared to life beyond what little he had experienced before.
Noticing his distress Sam asked, "What's wrong?"
"Yeah, you're looking really pale?" Added Tucker.
"I don't know." Danny answered once he managed to get his mouth to work. "But I think that we really need to keep moving, the faster the better." That said Danny set out in a fast walk with his friends following him trying to keep up. As Danny walked he made sure to keep an eye out for anything that could have triggered his sixth sense, despite not knowing what would actually trigger it like it had been.
The trio made it half way down the street before Danny spotted what had caused his sense to go off. A single man, just sitting on the hood of a car seeming to mind his own business, possibly waiting for someone. Yet, Danny knew that he was what triggered his sixth sense. The feelings that the sense invoked in him seemed to radiate from the lone man. Danny realized that he had stopped walking when the man stood from his spot and started to stroll over to the trio. As the man got closer Danny got a better look at the guy, and he had to admit the guy looked like he was an Eighties movie reject. Wearing a leather jacket, plain shirt, jeans and what looked like boots. Coupled with shaggy brown hair and a strong jawline the man looked more at home straddling a motorcycle than strolling through an empty street at night. As the man came within a few yards of the trio the feelings of Danny's sixth sense rippled through him again, compelling him to look to the nearby alleyways.
"Well, well, well." The man said not missing where Danny was looking too. A wide smile formed on his face as he barked a laugh, "All of you might as well come on out! We have a sensitive!" Then in a normal voice, "This ought to be good."
As soon as the man said that others started to appear from the alleys around the frightened trio. The number continued to grow until they surrounded the three teens, about fifty individuals including the apparent leader.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Can't we talk this over?" Asked Tucker, his voice shaking slightly.
"I doubt we can." Sam said trying to keep her head and looking for a gap in the ring of people. "Besides we're probably in trouble. They called Danny a sensitive."
"Meaning?" Tucker gulped.
"Meaning they're not human." Danny said staring straight at the man who called the others out. "Just look at their eyes." Doing as told Sam and Tucker felt their stomachs drop. Each of the obviously hostile group's eyes were completely black, no iris, or sclera, nothing but pitch like darkness.
"Hmm. You are right sir!" The man confirmed mockingly. As if a secret signal passed between the other non-human individuals as they all pounced on the three teens. In an instant Danny, Sam, and Tucker were restrained despite them struggling desperately to get away. Taking a deep breath as if he found a pleasant sent in the air the man said, "Ah. I'm feeling generous tonight." Looking around at his underlings, "You all can have the normal and the sensitive to your selves." Walking forward he grabbed Sam's chin forcing her to look him in his inhuman eyes, "And I'll have the little talent."
Iron like hands begun to drag Danny away, another group taking Tucker, with the leader of the group took hold of Sam. Despite struggling with everything they had none of the three friends could as much as loosen the grip of their captors.
Danny knew they were in trouble. This thought only drove him to struggle even more. As he was dragged farther from Sam and Tucker an odd feeling appeared coupled with the panic. A numbness started to spread seemingly from his gut and spread outward. His captors seemed to be more affected by his struggles as the numbness hit his limbs. This became painfully apparent when he physically threw one of the beings that had held him of his arms. The reason for his freedom escaping his notice Danny continued to lash out at the others surrounding him, drawing the attention of the others with Sam and Tucker.
Panting, Danny could hear his heart pounding in his ears as he looked towards the leader of the group. If Danny could form words he would have said something to the leader, but as it was Danny couldn't even move for his trembling. His panting increased as the numbness grew painful, almost buzzing just under the skin. Danny felt like he was about to burst right out of his skin. To the supernaturally inclined they could feel power building from the boy, to the two other humans all they could make out was what they could physically see. Once blue eyes turned a toxic glowing green, his breaths coming in puffs as if it were cold out.
Just before the pain became unbearable Danny burst. A smoke like mist irrupted from his skin surprising everyone. Within an instant the spectral mist condensed around Danny completely blocking him from view, the occasional lightning like flash appeared through the mist-cloud. Then like mist caught in a wind, the spectral mist broke and dissipated revealing Danny once again, yet changed. His once black hair was now pure white, his skin had become ashen, eyes an unnatural green. Even his cloths changed to be the same cloths that he wore on the night of his encounter with Mr. Dark, right down to the blood soaked shirt.
Danny sighed in relief once the building pressure finally released, letting out a little wisp of mist from his mouth. Straitening he looked towards the leader with his new glowing green eyes, he would question what just happened later.
"Interesting." The leader said staring at Danny. "Get him."
Once more as if a silent signal passed between him and his underlings the ones closest to Danny sprung at him. His body being fueled by adrenaline and who knew what else, Danny moved almost without realizing it. Almost forgotten self-defense and martial arts training from when Danny was a kid came to the forefront as he side stepped the first being who lunged at him from the front, slamming his fist into its head with a sickening crack sending it to the ground with unnatural force. The second from his side leaping for him like an animal. Danny stepped back in time for it to land on all fours where Danny had once been standing. Before it could react Danny kick it launching the thing into a nearby street light. Not having time to contemplate on the strength of the kick Danny was quickly grabbed from behind as one of the beings latched onto his back, wrapping its thin arms around his throat. Reacting fast Danny jammed his elbow into the things side forcing it to loosen its hold before Danny managed to grab hold of it and throw it from his back at the leader who was some yards away at this point. The things flight ended violently as the leader caught it with a single hand; by the neck.
"Let them go!" Danny demanded finding his voice, which had an eerie eco quality to it.
"He speaks?" The leader said surprised. "So you're not just some crazy monster then. How fun." He said as an impossibly large smile spreading across his face. Not letting go of the goon in his hand he began to walk toward Danny. "Looks like I'm going to be forced to take you seriously, you wouldn't go down unless we all fight you at once." The leader stopped walking as he fell silent once again, still some distance away from Danny, but now with all of his underlings gathering behind him.
"I'll take you all on!" Danny growled getting ready for a fight. He didn't know what had happened to him but considering what he did to the ones that had attacked him he hoped he could take on the group as a whole.
"Ah, that is the idea. Yet I don't think it's what you would be expecting." The leader then bit into the neck of the underling in his hand much to the shock of Danny, Sam, and Tucker. Even more unexpected no blood erupted from the wound, instead the underlings body started to fade before being sucked into the leaders mouth like smoke into a vacuum. Fully inhaling the underling the leader swallowed and let out a sigh of satisfaction before the already big man visibly grew. The well-fitted clothes becoming tight as his muscles bulked and hardened.
Moving as if to get used to the new dimensions the leader said, "Now you see? I have no doubt that all of my brothers and sisters wouldn't be able to stop you even if they all attack at once, they would just go down far too easily. So..." Spreading his arms and looking to the night sky, "Let me show you how we fight as one! In the way that only we can!" Immediately after he said those words the rest of the underlings changed into the same odd wispy state the first did. And like the one before them they all flew into the leader's agape mouth, going down his throat like water down a drain. Soon the only ones left were the leader and four underlings who kept hold of Sam and Tucker.
A moment passed before the leader started to change. His body growing rapidly eventually the jacket and shirt ripped apart revealing quickly deforming muscles. His arms elongated and his hands grew, changing into monstrous humanoid claws. His feet erupted from his boots now looking more at home attached to a bird or lizard. His pants were reduced to tatters as his legs shifted to becoming reversed jointed. The leaders face became more animalistic, his jaw elongating to the point of always showing rows of razor like teeth. In the end what stood before Danny was a seven and a half foot tall monster with hunched shoulders that reviled bone like spines jutting out of its back.
Shocked by what he had just witnessed, Danny almost didn't have time to lift his arms up in defense before the once human like thing came barreling at him and slamming into him knocking him backwards. Not letting the boy breathe, the monster quickly pursued Danny with a pounce, pinning Danny to the ground. With a beast like roar the monster started to rain down blows onto Danny's prone form cracking the ground beneath them. Luckily, from being taught by harsh encounters with bullies, Danny managed to keep his arms up partially blocking the blows that rained down on him. Acting fast, Danny managed to wiggle enough to get his legs underneath the monster. Pushing with all his might Danny launched the beast off of him and into the air, the thing landing a dozen feet away an instant latter. Trying to recover his breath Danny struggled to get back to his feet.
Unfortunately the monster recovered faster. Danny was in a kneeling position when a huge hand gripped his head like a baseball. Spinning once the monster threw Danny into the air with enough force to have him fly towards the upper levels of a building some yards away. Gaining his bearings in time to see a wall quickly closing the distance he shut his eyes waiting for the impact. When it never came Danny chanced a look to see that he had stopped mere inches away from the wall, and that he was floating some forty feet from the ground. Ignoring the elation that he didn't crash into a wall, and that he was flying, he quickly spotted the monster, who may or may not have had a look of surprise on its face; Danny couldn't tell with it mangled face. Thinking quickly Danny kicked off the wall hard enough to put crakes into it and gaining enough speed to close in on and slam into the monster before it could react. The thing was sent flying back as Danny skidded to a stop while trying to land.
Danny tried to catch his breath as he watched where the thing landed, ready in case it got back up. With a roar filled with anger, the monster heaved its self-up whilst howling to the sky. Looking towards the remaining underlings the thing quickly consumed them looking to gain more power. As the last wisps disappeared into the things gapping maw, it grew once more. Closing on eight feet with even more muscle the thing charged at Danny with surprising speed. Not being able to make his legs move Danny braced for impact when he felt an odd feeling of disconnection as the world around him lost vibrancy and meaning. The thing closed in him swiping its giant claws strait through Danny. Danny's body gave way like smoke before reforming unharmed. Color returned to Danny's world as his body became solid once again as he turned to face the monster once more, once again ignoring what happened in favor of facing down his foe.
As the thing turned to attack again Danny new he had to try to end this in the next exchange. So as the thing charged Danny did the same, his feet barely touching the ground as a practically flew at the monster focusing everything he had into this final strike. Not noticing, nor caring, that his fist started to glow a toxic green color, Danny met the monster head on. Spinning to dodge a swipe of one of its gigantic claws Danny threw his fist into the things gut. With a sound of breaking bones and tearing flesh Danny stopped the beast in its tracks. The thing tensed trying to reach Danny before it screeched and exploded into a cloud of shadow like mist. As the inky black cloud disappeared into the night Danny was left standing in the middle of the road, fist still in the air as if in victory.
"Danny!" Sam and Tucker yelled as they shook themselves out of their shock and rushed towards their friend. Looking over to his two friends Danny lowered his fist, a smile spreading across is face at the site of his friends unharmed. By the time they made it to him he was laughing.
"Dude." Tucker began slightly worried about now hysterically laughing friend.
Before anything else could be said Danny's laughter gave way to him almost hyperventilating as he looked at his hands in disbelieve. "What happened to me?" he asked before the conflicting emotions of elation and fear coupled with exhaustion caused him to faint.
With their friend now unconscious on the ground Sam and Tucker found themselves in a familiar situation.
"Well." Tucker said whilst scratching his cheek. "At least we know he just fainted this time." Sam simply groaned.
Ok, well. Some of you might be wondering what happened with the transformation? Well I have no excuse as to why I changed it from the classical white halo thing so Yeah. Anyway let me reiterate that this is a retelling, a lot of things are going to change from the original works. The characters are still going to be there but some of them will be changed a bit to fit where this story is bound to go. This is basically a different story that just seems familiar. Bad analogy I know but still. Any way happy easter! Or to others happy spring break!
me out. p.s. Don't forget to review! ;)