Kingdom Come
Eclipse
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"He turned his face to the wall,
She turned her back upon him,
The very last thing she heard him say,
'Hard-hearted Barbara Allen.'"
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…………………hand pressed against newly erected stone, marsh like ground beneath his feet-
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………………….. An odd sense of weightlessness.
Vertigo brought onto him-a sensation that he had lost ability to properly feel shortly after the culmination of his ghostly counterpart-
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A sense of fluttering in his stomach-like he had once had on a plane ride with his family, watching the ground grow farther and farther away as he
nonetheless peered out the window, ears popping slightly as-
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Silence. Then, someone's voice-albeit a little husky as he had the dazed impression of being shaken over and over again…..
Bits and pieces were beginning to formulate inside the boy's mind-though they all fell in a disjointed rhythm to the pace where they made no real sense
or meaning whatsoever.
Cold. He remembered the sensation.
And wet. He vaguely reminisced that, too.
Something rather cool brushed against his forehead. He had the unusual sense of a spinning haze of brown, and the flickering of something crackling….
The sensation he was being slowly lowered to a dark floor. There was nausea brewing in a twisted stomach, and, if the boy had been eating anything
recently to this point, he thought he might've gladly vomited, world still haplessly spinning in on itself.
A vague lid of light in the distance tightly enclosing in on itself, like that of a cavern's opening.
Uncertainty and the burning, freezing intake of fear was applying itself heavily to the young hybrid as his stomach churned once again-and he shifted
away, eager to break into a more conscious state, mind still knowing nothing.
But heaviness applying to already aching limbs, and a iron chain locking around his waist, Danny's once hopeful smile shattered, and his eyes slowly
widened as the whatever the heck it was pulled insistently at him again.
Turning around to face what had been locking onto him was a dead error on his part. There was nothing but darkness now, and no light visible as
something pulled at him again gently-but in his terror, the younger hybrid couldn't really see that at all.
The world still in hapless, absentminded motion, and nothingnothingnothing to see, Danny's eyelids flickered, even as he slowly sank down again,
desperation brewing to a bubbling panic.
No ecto-blasts would fire from his palms. The hybrid had been locked in Fenton form.
Still dazed, still fearful-the world breaking down in a chorus as a memory of something much bigger flickered against his mind-!
Agony. Splitting agony cut into his form as he writhed-how when he could hardly remember what that something had even been to make him break, he
knew not, why he couldn't configure anything into a visible trait of thought, except-
"They're gone."
It was too much. Danny Jack Fenton finally collapsed, exhausted body finally relenting, instinct still driving him to raise a trembling hand in the
onslaught of shadow.
And then oblivion took him.
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When his recently decimated state of mind finally forced an operative response into consciousness, Danny's heavy eyelids flickered once, then
twice, blearily gazing without really seeing into the distance.
When his thoughts had finally found tangibility as words, his first impression was that he had slipped into slumber once again.
It was dark. He couldn't see-nor hear anything at all in the silence.
But it was also warm-which he hadn't remembered at all before.
The boy trembled slightly, attempting to move stone like limbs. After several moments of drab, mundane, and virtually meaningless of effort, it
became evident he wasn't moving anytime soon.
At least the boy had been able to find his hand in the darkness-for a frightening moment, it was almost impossible to locate it to his face-and
pressed it against his aching temple. With a sigh, he attempted moving once again-and failed.
With a shuddering groan of exasperation finally brushing past his lips, the teen gave up, and settled in his former fetal position.
It was not the normal, safe darkness of his room-nor did it seem like that of the cavern that had literally swallowed the boy whole.
It rather reminded him of somewhere faintly familiar, but he didn't distinctly know what.
Comforting words had finally taken root in his mind, spoken by a woman.
Danny, sweetie…..darkness is, at heart, a bully and a coward.
Who WAS that woman, anyways?
Danny frowned absentmindedly. Something didn't seem to be clicking here. To his irritation, there seemed to be an erect barrier in his head, as
tangible as stone rock.
Come on….what….?
He mentally rammed into the fortress' structure, again and again.
Still nothing. There was no way in or around this thing.
Danny fidgeted slightly in agitation-and then the small, slight sweeping motion with the back of his hand from where he lay made him realize
something.
He was lying on something soft.
Hesitantly, he began to move the still unresponsive limbs-scowling when they attempted to resist his efforts yet again.
To his immense relief, after a great deal of fighting and coaxing-unlike the barrier, there was finally a faint sense of movement from now slowly
awakening limbs.
Danny continued to feebly stir-and a small, flicker of light greeted him.
It began to become more evident for the boy as he finally fought his way free of numerous comforters thrown on him.
The boy was lying on a four poster bed-complete with emerald and gold hangings. He frowned absentmindedly.
Still faintly familiar, but….
Eyes widening out of the haze he had been in the past several days, he struggled to free himself of the covers-which took a good bit of fighting,
but he managed-and scrambled to slide his body onto the thick carpeting of the floor.
His head was violently spinning-and although his stomach was panging emptily, he merely slid a trembling hand over that part of his body and
ignored it. It wasn't as if he really wanted to stomach anything at all.
After a moment or so, Danny finally stood from his crouched position, swaying slightly as he did so.
His surroundings veered dangerously-and he yelped slightly as someone seized his wrist.