Back with chapter 3! ^^ Merry Christmas to you all! I hope you enjoyed the last chapter...Jazz's death was necessary to set the stage for the story, cause I needed something that had to hurt Danny a great deal...something more than just his parents being arrested. It wouldn't have left such an important scar in Danny's mind. :/
Well, read! MERRY CHRISTMAS! XD It's an extra long read.
Frontlines: Chapter 3- Robin Hood
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There's a saying: You don't know what you have until it's gone. Young Danny Fenton had recently learned the meaning of this phrase in a very real, very painful way. His parents, whom he had regarded as crazy, had been arrested. Danny blamed himself for that arrest. He had considered (and called) his sister, Jazz, a bossy know-it-all. Now she was dead, and the teen was powerless to change anything. Danny blamed himself for that as well. A crushing burden of guilt had begun to suffocate him, and in three words, he had tried to let it out.
"It's my fault!"
"No, Danny, it is not! The mayor did all of this!" Sam urged her friend, who was on the verge of a total emotional breakdown. "You're got to calm yourself down and be real."
"I am being real!" Danny snapped. "It's all my fault! I got Mom and Dad arrested because of that stupid wish I made yesterday! Don't you guys understand?"
Tucker blinked. "Actually, no. You're making no sense."
Danny scoffed. "It makes perfect sense! I... it just..." The fire in Danny's eyes died down. "It's my fault because... I didn't treat them right." Danny sat down next to his sister's body and buried his face in his knees. He looked absolutely miserable.
"Danny," Tucker addressed, "Don't go emo on us. That wouldn't be cool."
Danny looked up at Tucker. "You can start on de-emofying me by helping me bury Jazz."
"How would we do that?" Sam asked. "It could take forever."
Danny frowned. "Well, I kind of want to get rid of the pain now," he said. "We could just... at least take her body out of the house. And then like...put her in some bushed or something... in a ceremony of some sort."
Tucker nodded. "Sounds like a plan to me."
Danny stood up. "I... I don't know if I can touch her without freaking out," he said. He glanced down nervously at the body. "I can't stop thinking about how she died."
"Then we'll carry her," Sam suggested innocently.
Danny narrowed his eyes. "No, I have to carry her," he retorted. "It's the least I could do to forgive myself."
Sam sighed in exasperation. "It's not. Your. Fault!" she enunciated.
"It is. My. Fault!" Danny half-mocked. He crossed his arms. The two stubborn teens glared at each other until Tucker broke the silent war.
"Guys, let's not start this argument again," he warned. "If Danny wants to carry Jazz's body, he can do it."
"I have to," Danny retorted coolly.
"Whatever," growled Sam. She rolled her eyes.
Danny glanced back at his sister's body. "Let's do this," he muttered. He bent down next to Jazz and tucked his arms under her legs and back. With surprising strength, Danny heaved the body up. "Let's go," he panted.
The young teen solemnly made his way up the stairs to the main level of the house. Tucker and Sam followed him. Danny's arms trembled as he carried his sister's corpse to the front door. Tears fell from his baby blue eyes and shook down his cheeks as he walked. Sam held open the door for her friend while Tucker helped him out. The boys slowly descended the stairway to Danny's small front yard. Sam shut the door and hurried to join them.
There were a few bushes in front of FentonWorks. Danny knelt down and set Jazz's body in them to where they hid her completely. Then he rose to his feet, tears streaming down his face. "Goodbye, Jazz," he rasped. "I hope you know how much I loved you, despite what I've done." His head drooped. He stood there for a few seconds, silently grieving.
A hand touched each of the boy's shoulders. Danny looked back to see Tucker on his left. "We're here for ya, man," he said, giving his friend a grave smile.
The hand on his right shoulder gave a gentle squeeze. Danny looked at Sam. "This shouldn't have happened," she said, "but we'll help you get through it. Promise."
"Thanks, guys," Danny said with a cracked voice. "I'd have never made it this far without you. Thanks."
Suddenly, a low, rumbling sound came from a distance. It steadily grew louder until Danny distinguished it as a truck. And he recognized the sound of that truck!
"Guys, quick! We've got to get inside the house!" he exclaimed. The teen ripped himself away from his friends, ran up the front stairs, and threw open the front door. Tucker exchanged a startled glance with Sam before they both followed Danny inside.
Sam slammed the door shut and ran after her friends up to Danny's room. "What is it? What's going on?" she questioned, shutting the bedroom door.
Danny shook with fear. "It's... them," he whispered. "Get down!" The teens all crouched down on the ground as the truck outside screeched by.
A voice came on over a loudspeaker. "Be on the lookout for Tucker Foley, Samantha Manson, and Daniel Fenton. They have left school and need to be returned. And if they are hearing this message, it would be wise for them to give themselves up now."
"They're looking for us," Sam whispered in disbelief.
"I know," Tucker whispered back. "I hope they don't search here."
The sound of the truck's motor faded off into the distance. "Forget that," Danny said, breathless. He placed his hand on his heavily beating heart. "They're gone." Danny stood up again and peeked out the window. He saw the gray truck disappearing over the horizon. The message repeated.
Sam rose to her feet. "We're not giving ourselves up, are we, Danny?" she asked gravely.
Danny shook his head. "I'd rather die. But it may come to it."
"It shouldn't," Tucker stated, standing.
"I know," Danny admitted. He yawned. "I'm tired. I think I'm gonna take a nap." the teen collapsed onto his bed. "You guys can go if you want to...I'll be fine in here. Feel free to leave the room."
Tucker nodded, wanting to respect his friend's wishes, and left the room. But Sam sat down on the edge of Danny's bed and folded her arms. "I'm not leaving," she said.
"Fine," Danny growled, grabbing his pillow and covering his head with it. "But I need quiet. No conversations."
Sam nodded and slid onto the floor. "I'll be here."
Though Danny pretended to be irritated, he was glad Sam had chosen to stay in his room with him. Though he had said he would be fine by himself, he felt safer with his best friend around. He knew from experience that she could hold her own in a fight. Danny, on the other hand, had always been too weak to stand up to anybody; Sam was usually there to fight for him and for Tucker. Feeling safe and comfortable, Danny smiled and began to drift off to sleep.
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Danny was in the lab, staring at the "ghost portal" in awe. It was as clean and pristine as it had been before. It had obviously not been thrown together in a day. Danny rubbed his hand against its sleek steel frame, admiring the smooth feel beneath his fingers. It calmed him somehow.
The teen didn't know what he was doing in the lab or why he had such a sudden interest in the Fenton ghost portal, or even how he'd gotten there. He just knew he was there.
"Danny."
Danny looked over his shoulder, thinking he'd heard his name. There was nobody there, so he shrugged it off as his mind playing tricks on him. He had always been a tad too paranoid for his own good. He turned to look back into the ghost portal. It was dark, but when his eyes adjusted, he saw something. Something strange. Was that... an "On/Off" switch inside the portal?
"That's not right," said Danny, squinting to make sure his eyes weren't acting up. He stepped inside to get a closer look.
"Da-anny!" Danny jumped when he heard his name again. This couldn't be paranoia...
"Who's there?" he called. His only response was the echo of his own voice inside the empty ghost portal. The room temperature dropped about ten degrees. Danny grew cold and shivered. Something was in the air, making tingles go up and down his spine. He turned to leave the ghost portal and saw Jazz looking back at him.
"Jazz? What is it?" the boy asked, stepping out of the portal. Something in the back of his mind told him she was dead, but it went unnoticed. Jazz opened her mouth to speak, but became petrified. "What is it?" Danny asked, running to his sister.
She stared at him with frightened eyes. "Danny, no! Don't-!" Jazz's words were cut short by two gunshots. Once again, Jazz was lying on the ground, an unrealistic amount of blood dripping to the floor. But this time, she turned to look at her brother with pleading cyan eyes. "Help me, Danny," she rasped. Danny couldn't do anything but watch as his sister's body fell limp below him.
Danny looked up to see the mayor bearing down on him with a demonic grin on his lips. The boy stared right back at him, even as the man's eyes grew as black and empty as a bottomless pit. A sudden passion filled his veins. "WHY?" he screamed. "Why did you shoot her?!"
Suddenly, Danny found himself standing in the place where the mayor had been seconds before. Now he was the one with the shotgun, standing over his sister's dead body...
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"NO!" Danny bolted upright in bed, now wide awake. He was in his room, with Sam sleeping on the floor beside his bed. The room had darkened considerably since he had gone to sleep for his nap. The teen got out of bed and shook Sam by the shoulder. "Sam," he earnestly addressed, "Sam! Sam, wake up!"
Sam stirred. "Hmm?" she grunted. She opened one violet eye. "Danny? What's wrong?"
"Crazy dream," Danny replied. He placed his hand on his head. "Or a terrible nightmare... I saw Jazz die... again."
Sam sat up. "That sounds horrible," she said.
"What time is it?" asked Danny.
"Almost four," Sam responded.
"The sun's already going down," the boy muttered, scratching the back of his head in confusion.
"Actually, I closed your blinds a couple of hours ago so the sun wouldn't get in your eyes, or mine," Sam explained.
"Oh," Danny interjected. "You can leave them closed. Let's go downstairs and see what Tucker's up to."
Sam agreed and stood up, stretching her arms. The two friends left Danny's room and headed downstairs. Tucker was in the living room, messing with one of his many PDAs. he looked up from the couch to see his friends coming down the stairs. "Hey, guys," he greeted with a friendly smile. "How was the nap, Danny?"
"Terrible," Danny groaned, rubbing his eyes. "My dream left me even more tired. I saw Jazz die for a second time." He paused for a second. "But...it was so much worse." Danny and Sam sat down next to Tucker.
"How?" Tucker inquired. Concern filled his hazel-green eyes.
"Well, to start, I was in the lab, looking at the ghost portal. I had some weird interest in it, too. Something called my name, but... nothing was there. And... and when I turned around, Jazz was standing there. She looked kinda scared. So... I ran to see what was wrong, but then... then she was shot, just like before. But there was so much more blood... so much more pain..." his voice broke. He shook his head and took a deep breath. "She begged me to help her, but I couldn't do a thing. She was gone before I could. And then... the mayor appeared there, smirking like... like an insane devil. I remember wanting to know why he shot her, and then... and then..." Danny's eyes grew dark. "I... I was the one with the gun in my hand... like... like I had killed Jazz."
"And that's how it ended?" Tucker asked quietly. Danny nodded without a word.
Sam looked thoughtful. "It's just like any other nightmare," she said. "Nightmares are fears manifested in your unconscious mind. You were telling us that you thought it was your fault that Jazz was dead. So obviously, that fear came to life in your dream."
Danny frowned and sighed through his nose. "The ghost portal? The voice calling my name?"
Sam shook her head in thought. "I don't know. The portal could have been a stray thought before you thought about Jazz."
"Or maybe the portal itself linked my thoughts to Jazz's death," Danny theorized. "And the voice?"
Sam pursed her lips. "I don't know about that," she said. "But try to forget about it. We have to focus on a way to teach this mayor a lesson."
Danny gulped, remembering how sunken and freaky the mayor's face had become in his nightmare. He looked down to hide his expression of fear. "We can't," he growled in defeat.
"Why not?" Tucker asked.
"Yeah, why not? What's stopping us?" Sam agreed.
"Jazz was shot for fighting him," Danny said. "I don't want that to happen to us. Besides, he's the mayor..."
"Jazz was only one against many," Sam thought out loud. Her eyes suddenly widened with an idea.
Tucker, conceiving the same idea, looked at Sam with bright eyes. "But with an army, we may have a chance," he finished Sam's words.
The Goth smirked. "Exactly."
Danny looked up, catching the looks his two best friends were sharing with each other, looks which he was right in the middle of. "What's going on here?" he asked suspiciously. His eyes narrowed. "You're not thinking about..."
Sam nodded. "Whether you like it or not, yes. Yes we are."
"I wish we could do something. I honestly do," Danny said, jumping to his feet. "But we just... can't. There's nothing we can do."
"But there is," Sam retorted. "And you're the only one who can do it."
"Raise up an army?" Danny scoffed. "You've got to be kidding. I can't do that!"
"Yes, you can!" Sam exclaimed, raising her voice.
Danny wasn't convinced. "How?" he asked. "Humor me."
"Tucker and I could rally up the other Casper High students to come here. Then you could explain your situation, they could all get mad at the mayor, and you could have an army to fight!"
Danny shook his head. "It wouldn't work," he dismissed the idea with a sad sigh. "You know I can't stand up in front of people! And they wouldn't listen to us in the first place. We're 'geeks', remember? No one listens to us."
"We're not geeks any more. Think of us as soldiers fighting for a noble cause," Sam explained. "Many of the older teens knew and respected Jazz. That may be enough."
"Danny, one more thing," Tucker added, "They definitely won't listen if you're depressed. You've got to get out of this 'I can't' attitude!"
Danny was starting to get a headache from all the mental stress coming at him from his friends. "I can't!" he snapped. "I just can't!"
"OK, fine!' Sam growled. "We can't make you. but think about this: The lives of many are in your hands now. Will you take this opportunity to do something, or will you wallow in your miserable self-pity and doubts?" Danny was quiet. "You have the chance to do something great, Danny. Don't you want to finally have that power?"
Danny muttered two words. "I can't."
Sam opened her mouth to yell something, but the words never came. Tucker grabbed her arm just in time. "Let's go. He should figure this out on his own," the boy whispered to his Goth friend. Sam looked at Danny, then back at Tucker. She nodded. The two teens left the room.
Five minutes passed as Sam's strong words began to sink into Danny's thick skull. Danny now began to pace the room, confused. His head was spinning. He had been trying to convince himself that he couldn't do anything about his situation. But now he was beginning to see how wrong and selfish he really was. He was being presented with a chance to change things, to really change things, and he was ignoring it.
Now Danny began to see what could happen if he had a whole army of people fighting alongside him. The idea was brilliant, though it still involved himself standing in front of the people whom he disliked and confiding in them... Danny hated the very thought. Considering if they listened, however, the reward would be glorious. Above all, he could finally have the ability to do something, whether he was to blame for his troubles or not.
"I'll do this," he said. "I'll do this for Jazz." Danny lifted his head up and straightened his shoulders. He had to fight for what was right, and the mayor was most definitely not right. Danny narrowed his eyes in determination. "I've got to do it. For Mom, for Dad, for Jazz... for everybody." He clenched his fists.
A passion he had never felt before rushed through his veins. The tiredness and grief washed right out of him. It was as if the heavy burden of guilt had been ripped off his shoulders and had been replaced with courage... pure courage. He was willing to take risks, fight, or anything in the name of his family.
"This feels... great!" Danny exclaimed. He darted off to his sister's room and began digging through her drawer. "If I'm gonna do this, I should probably look the part," he said to himself. "How about..." Danny's eyes brightened, "this." He held up a long, red, silky cloth. He remembered this from when Jazz was a little girl! She wore it as a ribbon all the time. Of course, Danny wasn't going to use it as a ribbon. He was going to wear it as a headband. He ran to the mirror and wrapped it around his head twice. Then, to keep it from coming off, he tucked the remaining end under and over the newly formed headband. After that, the remaining end drooped down over the left side of his face.
Danny looked at himself in the mirror, satisfied. He had the same raven-black hair and baby blue eyes, the same face and the same clothes. But he felt different inside. A new fire of courage had been set ablaze inside of him, renewing everything he had ever known about himself. Right there, in that time, he felt like he could do anything.
"So, you're actually going through with this?" Danny turned around to see Sam looking at him through the open doorway.
Danny grinned. "Whatever made you think that?" he laughed. "I am, by the way." He flipped his dark bangs out of his face. "How do I look?"
"You're the one who was just looking in the mirror," said Sam with a chuckle. "But I'd have to say you look... brave."
"I feel brave, too," Danny agreed.
"That's because you are brave," the Goth girl said. Sam noticed her friend's eyes sparkled with a new light; they were as bright a blue as sapphire. Everything was new about him, from his attitude to his expressions.
A smile was on Danny's face as he began to walk toward Sam. "Hey...you really think I'm brave?" he asked.
"Yeah," Sam replied. "And you've always been brave."
"How?" Danny quirked an eyebrow.
"You always took Dash's taunts so calmly," Sam began, "And you became friends with me when no one else would. That's brave enough in my book."
"You're braver," Danny said. "You fought Dash once, in third grade. Remember? He'd pushed Tucker off the swings. And, well... you did talk to me and help me up when we first met. I felt obliged."
"I'm glad you did," Sam said.
"I haven't regretted it yet," said Danny with a smile.
Tucker came in. "Danny! You're feeling better already?" he asked. "And what's with the headband?"
"I thought it looked cool, but rebellious. You like it?"
"It's OK," Tucker said. "Not my idea of cool, but definitely rebellious."
"Like you would know what looks cool, Tuck," Danny teased.
"Hey! This is classic techno-geek attire." Tucker adjusted his glasses.
"That tech knowledge could really come in handy if you think about it," Danny mused. "Who knows what we might need to do to start a team?"
"Maybe not to start it, but to help run it," Tucker suggested. "I can figure out how to do anything with my PDA." The boy pulled the sleek digital device from one of the pockets in his cargo pants and showed it off.
"That's what I mean," Danny said. "Never know what advantage your skills with technology could have in this fight."
"What about me? What will I do?" Sam asked.
Danny smirked. "Closest adviser. Second man in command."
"Hey, I started this 'army' idea," Tucker protested.
"You're my tech man and third in command," Danny said. "Don't get me wrong, you're both my closest friends. No hard feelings, Tucker."
"None back. I'm fine with tech guy," said Tucker. "It sounds like a position with a lot of power."
"You'll definitely influence our decisions,' Danny chuckled.
"So it's like a three-headed leadership?" Sam questioned.
"Pretty much," replied Danny. "I'll need all the help I can get."
"Then we'd better get started," Sam declared. "They've released their recall on us. We can go home now. We'll be safe."
"Don't go yet," pleaded Danny. "I still don't wanna be by myself. Besides, we have things to discuss. Like... what I'm gonna say to everyone when you get the others."
"When!" Sam exclaimed, "You're not 'iffing' any more! That's great!"
"Cause I know you guys can do it," Danny responded. "But... what will I say to them?"
"Just tell them what happened; tell them what the mayor's true colors are," Sam explained.
"Then motivate them," Tucker added. "Like, 'we can overcome the mayor with technology!'"
Danny snickered. 'That's more like something you would say. But thanks for the outline." He suddenly looked as if he'd just remembered something. "Hey, is my lunch still on the table?"
"No," Tucker replied. "I put it in the fridge so the turkey wouldn't spoil."
"But it's still here," Danny affirmed. "Good. I think I finally feel well enough to eat it."
"Everything's gonna be all right, isn't it?" Sam asked. She sounded so certain that her determination could have shaken mountains.
Danny smirked boldly- an expression neither Tucker nor Sam had seen him bear. "In time," he said. "I promise."
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Not long later, the three friends were gathered around the kitchen table. "When do we start, Danny?" Tucker inquired.
"Tomorrow, at school," Danny commanded. "You'll gather the willing students and tell them to meet here at five."
"Got it," Sam said with a nod.
"Yes, sir!" Tucker saluted.
Danny chuckled. "I'm your friend, guys. No need to be so, uh..." Danny searched for the right word, "um... formal."
"You're our leader, now. Some formality is required," Sam said.
"But we're friends. You can be as informal as you want when you're talking to me," Danny explained.
"But you're the main head of our planning," Sam said, trying to get her friend to understand his responsibility. "You're about to be in charge of at least thirty teenagers, all your age or slightly older or younger. You've got to convince them all to fight for your cause!"
Danny had been in the middle of chewing a bite of his turkey sandwich. He now froze at Sam's words. He swallowed slowly. "But... I was hoping you guys could be up there with me," he said. His blue eyes widened.
"This is your job, Danny," Sam told her friend.
"But I'll be by myself, in front of everyone," Danny spoke, faltering.
"Duh," Sam scoffed.
Danny looked hurt. "Sam, I don't think I can-"
"You can, and you will," Sam interrupted the boy.
"I don't think he should be alone up there, anyway," Tucker said. "He still looks nervous."
"I am nervous," Danny cut in. He tapped his foot restlessly.
Sam looked from Tucker to the antsy Danny and back again. Turning to Danny, then, she said, "Danny, this is still your speech. We'll stand up in front of everyone with you, but you have to be the one to speak."
The boy's eyes narrowed as his confidence returned. He nodded. "For Mom, Dad, and Jazz," he vowed. His family seemed to be his driving force in everything he did recently. He didn't know why Jazz's death or his parents' arrest motivated him the way they did; they just did. In fact, Danny actually had an ulterior motive for his actions: He wanted to break his parents out of jail. And with a team... it just might happen.
,.~*~.,
The next day had arrived, and school had ended. Danny hadn't left the house since the day before. Instead, he had been delivering his speech to his reflection for the past two hours. Before that, he had been writing at least fifty different rough draft versions of the speech. The one he was reading off to himself had finally been the one that satisfied him.
Danny was rehearsing for the umpteenth time in those two hours when the doorbell (which, in fact, sounded like a ghostly wail) rang. Danny froze. Was it one of his friends, or was it someone waiting to arrest him for missing school? The bell sounded again. Danny rushed over to the "Fenton Parascope" and looked out at his front door. Sam was there, looking irritated yet excited.
Danny sighed out of relief. He smiled and hurried to let his friend in. "Sorry for the wait, Sam," the boy apologized with a sheepish grin. "I wasn't sure if you were you, or if you were someone who was taking me to prison."
Sam didn't see it as the time for small talk. She walked briskly into the house. "Danny, are you ready? Is the speech done?"
Danny nodded. "Done and ready to be presented to everyone."
"Is there a big enough space here to contain, say... thirty-five teenagers?"
Danny's blue eyes grew huge. "Thirty-five?" he exclaimed in disbelief. Did that many people truly care? "I don't believe it."
"Do you have room?" Sam asked once more.
Danny looked at his feet and played with the end of his headband nervously. "Uh... not immediately. But, um, moving the furniture out of the kitchen should make some more space."
"Let's get to it, then. Tucker will be here with everyone else in just five minutes!" The girl hurried off to the kitchen. So that was why she was in such a hurry.
Together, Danny and Sam moved over the dining room table and chairs. The remaining space was roomy enough, but it would be a tight squeeze. Danny, Sam, and Tucker could use the table as a stage. Danny crawled up onto the table and stood to his feet. Seconds later, the doorbell rang. Sam hurried to open the door while Danny quickly reviewed the speech in his mind.
The door was opened, and a cloud of teens his age, older, or younger poured into the house. Fifteen-year-old Dash scoffed. "What does Fenton want with us that's so important?" he sneered.
"Like, why are we even here?" Star, a blonde satellite for popular girl Paulina, asked. Danny bit his lip, his hope falling with every comment.
"It must be important," Carrots, the tall redhead, pointed out. "Otherwise he wouldn't have invited us all here."
"You're right," Danny said, his voice raised. "It is important. The faster you all get in here, the sooner you can all get out of here." The boy didn't know when he had chosen to speak, but he had. His words must have been powerful, for a deadly hush settled on the crowd. Never before had any of them seen Danny Fenton so confident. Everyone filed into the kitchen as Danny's eyes burned with passion. Some looked generally concerned, like Carrots, but others, like Star, looked like they couldn't care less.
Danny inhaled and exhaled, then began to speak. "What happened in this house two days ago is something that nobody had planned, or wanted." He hesitated, suddenly forgetting the words to his speech. But new words coursed through his veins: Not words from his head or his pencil, but words that came straight from his heart. As chopped up and unsure as they were, they were his words, his feelings. "I assume you all knew Jazz Fenton, my sister?"
Dash nodded with an attempted hidden smile. Valerie shrugged. "Who doesn't?"
"So, um..." Danny twisted the hanging portion of his headband. "I've got some bad news... news that will shock and disgust you."
"Say it already!" a dark-haired sixteen-year-old demanded.
"Give him time to speak, John!" a girl with messy brown hair tied into a ponytail hissed.
Danny cleared his throat. "And regarding that, um," Why was this so hard? "I have to tell you that... that scumbag of a mayor arrested my parents and murdered Jazz!"
Angry gasps resounded through the overcrowded kitchen. Dash's eyes widened. "No..." he whispered, looking dejected. For once, Danny actually felt sorry for the guy. All throughout the crowd, murmuring of contempt for the mayor was heard.
Great! Danny thought with glee. He had gotten them on his side! Danny had to hold back a smile that was beginning to creep onto his face.
"What do you want us to do about it, Danny?" a blonde boy named Ivan called.
"Fight. Fight the mayor!"
Murmurs of agreement were heard, but they were very few. "With what? We're just a bunch of kids against some really powerful guy!" a dark-haired girl with green eyes exclaimed. The murmurs grew louder, but they were now filled with confusion and doubt.
Danny raised his voice above everyone else's. "Let me finish!" he yelled. The deathly hush returned. "We'll use our own talents, strengths, and weapons- whatever you have- to give this man a war he'll never forget! Well, who's with me?"
After Danny had finished speaking, the silence remained. Not a single voice was heard. The boy's heart began to beat loudly. What if I've made a mistake? he thought, paling. The thought had barely crossed his mind when a single, slow clapping was heard. A second person joined in, then a third, then a fourth! Danny's spirits soared higher and higher as more and more people joined in the rapidly speeding applause. Soon, every teen in the room was clapping their hands for the shy raven-haired boy.
Danny couldn't hold back the smile now. He grinned in both excitement and relief. The whole crowd... was clapping... for him! They had actually listened! He watched them all, enjoying his moment of greatness. The new leader felt a tap on his shoulder, and turned to see Sam smiling at him.
"Great job, Robin Hood."
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I actually finished typing this...after nearly two months in the writing, and hours out of my days to type... (hours and hours and hours) Nearly twenty pages... I DESPERATELY hope you enjoyed it! *faints*
Well, I hope you all have a merry Christmas, and a happy new year! CAUSE YOU WON'T GET ANOTHER UPDATE UNTIL NEXT YEAR! HA! Duh. Um... XD
Also needless to say, you won't get another twice-in-one-month update like this again, most likely. I worked my tail off with this one...
So NO update soons... I say I don't like them and people keep giving them. This is as soon as it will get.