Phantom's Past
"Hatred is a cancer that spreads to those around us. It's started by the hands of pain and betrayal."
~ Harley~
Amity Park 0200 Hours
I was breathing heavily. Pain raced across my body as I looked up to the one who had been throwing me around the town like a rag doll. He had been at it for days now. Getting in a good hit and then disappearing from sight. He was planning everything now. He attacked and weakened me before disappearing again. Every time I would fight, my body was slowly starting to get slower and slower.
It was getting harder to catch the other random ghosts. I guess I might be getting ahead of myself though. Most of this started when Sam and Tucker started hanging out without me. We started drifting as I got more into the ghost hunting. It's been almost two years since I got my powers, and about six months since I really hung out with my friends.
Or, I guess what use to be my friends. Dash asked Sam out and she said yes. I think the original idea was to try to make me jealous. Honestly, I just don't care anymore. I really don't. And sometimes that thought scares me. Tucker started hanging out with some of the other tech nerds, and apparently they've become close since they realized how much Tucker knew.
Me, I've really only talked to one person at school this week, and that was Mikey.
It was for no other reason besides that we were partnered for some kind of project.
At least Sam and Tucker still give me small smiles throughout the day, but they've moved on. They had to move on. I couldn't keep them back anymore. Although they are getting farther from me, I can't do much.
Now though. Skulker is standing over me with a blade to my neck. I can barely move, much less push him away. I've lost. I closed my eyes, but then I heard him scream.
I thought it was Sam. Or Tucker. Or Jazz. Maybe even my parents.
That made me look up.
I didn't understand why this…horse? I guess…helped me. The way it looked, it saved me. Skulker was going to kill me. What else could have stopped him like that? The horse was hurt, but not from the fight with the hunter ghost. He was thin. I could count his ribs and clearly see his hips. Scars were strung across him. Some were similar to those that I'm hiding. Battle wounds.
He was a warrior, and he wasn't attacking me. He was hoping for my help.
NEWSFLASH:
This chapter won't stay here for this is the first of the panel story called Phantom's Past. I will not post anymore until I have the panel completely done and at least up to chapter five finished. Each chapter isn't going to be long since it's a panel story. I'm still trying to edit and color the panels themselves which aren't very big either. The story isn't coming together as well as I had hoped, but it is. I like it. However, I would also like to know what you guys think about this first bit. It's not edited or ready for anything big yet. I'm going to make it longer later, but it's one of the first non crossover originals I've made in a while...not including Dark Minutes, but that's a sequel off another depressing story which is still in the making...I can only write when I'm PMSing because I'm a very depression person at that moment and you guys probably don't care or want to know about that...
Danny:...yeah...not really...
Me: I would like to know what ideas you guys would have about this. There is one about a horse in this earlier as well. But this is one is going to be much darker...more...hurtful...
Danny: So review and tell her what ya'll think