I woke up outside, Dash standing over me. He sneered. "Good, you're awake." I groaned and tried to sit up, a stabbing pain in my side. He kicked me back down. "No, no, no. Don't get up, that it'll make it worse for you, now. I have a bone to pick with you. Because of the grocery stunt you pulled today, people are questioning my leadership. I've worked too hard to get to my position on the top." Dash snapped, and I glared.
"It's probably because you're a shitty leader." I spat, a metallic taste in my mouth. Dash smiled evilly. "You see, I need to keep my place of power. So, I have to get rid of you." He smiled. My eyes widened as I realized I was in the shed, where the car was. I was on the ground, tied at the ankles so I couldn't get away.
Dash walked to the workbench and grabbed a hammer. He grabbed a nail and positioned it over my hand. Raising the hammer, he chuckled at my frantic movements before he crashed it down on my hand. My scream was cut off by a punch to the jaw. "Shut up. If you wake up the others, I will make it more painful."
I bit back my tears as he hammered the nail into my hand. The pain was excruciating. It was like my hand was on fire. Dash laughed. "This is why I'm a leader; I could take this pain." I rolled my eyes as he grabbed another nail and positioned it over my other hand. I struggled, trying to get away from the pain. 'Duh...I have ghost powers!' I thought before attempting to go intangible.
I knew that it hadn't worked when the nail was hammered into my skin. I screamed loudly and Dash clapped his hand over my mouth as my sobs got louder. He glared, grabbed my face in his hands and looked me in the eye. He was about to say something when there was knock on the shed door. He looked to me and called out into the darkness. "Yes?"
"Dash, you in there? I need to talk to you." I heard my mom say. I was about to call out when Dash hit me in the head with the butt end of the hammer. I groaned and he pulled the tarp over my body. I heard him walk over to the door and pull it open. "Jack, Maddie, how are you?" His voice quieted as he led them away from the shed. I started crying, the pain in my hands and the pain in my head was just getting to be too much. I cried myself to sleep.
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"Sam? What do you mean you can't find Danny?" I heard a mumbled voice say, I tried to open my eyes, but when I did, I was hit with the pain of a headache. I groaned quietly and shut my eyes again, trying to block out the ache.
"I mean, I can't find Danny...I don't know where he is! He wasn't on the bed when I woke up." Sam cried, and I heard the shed door open and the voices got louder. "He probably just went out for a drive or something." Tucker said, trying to reason with Sam. "No, the mustang is still in the driveway. He's not out driving...I think Dash did something to him." She finished with a whisper.
I tried to call out, but it's like my throat is made of sand paper. I could barely breathe, much less talk. I shuffled under the tarp, trying to get their attention. I opened my mouth to say something, but a loud squeak came out instead. "Sam did you hear that?" Tucker asked warily. "Yeah. Something's under that tarp. Think it's a walker?" She whispered. "Only one way to find out." Tucker said. I felt the tarp being moved away from my body.
I closed my eyes and prepared for the worst. I don't know what I expected. Screaming? Hatred? More Torture? Not the silent "Dannys," that were whispered out of my best friends' mouths.
"Danny? What happened?" Sam screeched, grabbing the hammer to somehow pull the nails out of my hands. I coughed and swallowed around the lump in my throat. I shrugged weakly. Sam rolled her eyes and sniffed. "You don't know? Bullshit. Dash probably did that to you...didn't he? I'm going to kill him." Sam growled. I winced as she took the opposite side of the hammer and lifted up the nails out of my hands.
"See, that is crap. You can't do that to a person." Tucker stated. Sam nodded and pulled me up to my feet. I stumbled a little bit, blood rushing out of my head, leaving me pale. Sam grunted as I fell into her. "Jesus Danny, I am going to kill him. I'm not even joking." She said.
Sam walked me into the house, where Dash was yelling at Mikey, who was cowering in fear. Sam sat me down in a chair as Dash called a group meeting. "Well, I would like to let you all know that...Fenton bailed on us. I'm sorry." Dash faked sympathy. "He's not gone Dash." Sam snapped, walking into the kitchen and grabbing me out of my chair.
"You tortured him." Sam snapped and everyones eyes widened. "You tortured my son?" My dad screamed. Maddie looked to him wide eyed. "Thats not our son, Jack. Suicidal-"
"He got pushed out of the bus Mads. That's still our son." Dad snapped, before coming over to me and feeling my forehead. "He's burning up...how did he get these holes in his hands?" Dad asked Sam. Sam sighed. "Dash nailed his hands to the table…" Sam stated. Dash glared.
"You think that you telling everyone will stop anything? I'm still a leader. I can still punish you." Dash sneered. Dad turned around fast and glared at Dash. "You, Dash, can are no longer a leader."
Dash gasped. "What? You can't, I make everything in this group function. You can't just throw me out of leadership! Not when I make all of the important decisions!"
At this point, I was starting to feel a little woozy, and felt like I was going to puke. My world started spinning as my vision went black.
