A/N: Here is Part 2. See! You didn't have to wait long! A lot of foreshadowing occurs in this part of the chapter. All of it centers on what is going to happen to Danny. Though, by now it should be fairly obvious what his fate is going to be. Anyway, there is slightly questionable material in this chapter. I tried to keep it clean. By the way, my muse made me write that part. It is not entirely necessary but I think I know how I can work it into the story. My muse is so evil. Back on topic, I hope you enjoy this chapter. Things are going to get hurt-Danny crazy in the future. This was the peaceful part where stuff becomes clearer. Enjoy it if you like this sort of stuff. Enjoy it if you prefer the action. Things are going to get ugly for Danny soon. Now let's get this show on the road!
Revelations
Part 2
"What do I already know?" I was seriously freaked. What was I running out of time for? I had the feeling Clockwork was telling the truth when he said that I already knew, but I wanted to be reassured. I wanted to know that I wasn't going to die. What would Amity Park do without me? What about my family, my friends. They might hate me but I still cared for them. I loved them. I couldn't rest in peace knowing that they were in danger.
"Don't tell them that I told you," Clockwork whispered before floating out of my room. The door shut behind him. Suddenly the room seemed larger and colder. I sat there staring at nothing. The food on my plate looked like a pile of ashes. I wasn't hungry anymore.
I closed my eyes. I shut them tight and sank beneath my covers. Even though I couldn't see it, I knew the room was getting larger. The ceiling flew away and the walls crumbled. A black wolf with red eyes snarled. It dashed towards me. The distance between us closed. A mile, a yard, ten feet, five feet, a foot, seven inches, a millimeter! Its jaws parted, its eyes burned with desire for my blood as it sank its teeth into my throat. I screamed…
The tray of food was gone. I smelled worse than before. I could actually feel the sweat dripping off of me. It had soaked through my jumpsuit. I was shaking and cold. My skin felt clammy. My vision was blurry. I could stand though. I managed to walk from the bed to the shower room. Not bad, huh?
The shower room was warmer. The bath tub was a sort of swimming pool. Tropical plants surrounded the pool. On the far wall hung a full length mirror. To my right were a wicker hamper and a table cluttered with various shampoos and soaps. To my left was a wall filled with pictures. They were mainly of landscapes and seascapes. Naturally, in the center of the wall were three pictures that were different. Two wolves and an owl. The white wolf was in the center of the trio. It was alone on a cliff howling at the moon. There were no stars in the sky. To the right of the white wolf picture was the owl picture. It was set against a black background. It was swooping in on something; its claws extended. To the left of the white wolf picture was the black wolf with the red eyes. It was hunting in a jungle. At least, I think it was a jungle. Shadows hung around it, following it. They were like its own private army secretly following the leader, ready to ambush the unfortunate prey.
My stomach churned. I was the prey. That's what this was all about. It was about me and Vlad's ultimate goal, to kill my father and marry my mother. If he could get me out of the way, then it would be all the better for him. He'd kill me off even if I joined him. He wanted a completely loyal son who would do everything he said. I could never be that. I could never want to be that. Thus, in his mind, I had to die. I would if I had to, to save my family and friends. They were the world to me.
"I can't let you down and I won't," I said quietly.
I turned my back on the picture wall and wandered over to the hamper and soap wall. I pealed off my jumpsuit and tossed it in the hamper. I looked at the soaps and shampoos. I briefly wondered if I could find the ones I had at home. Then I realized that the ghost zone probably didn't carry those products, but if they did or if they carried similar ones I would use those.
I sniffed almost all of them. Most of them didn't smell all that great. The pink one smelled like a sewer. The red one smelled like cabbage. The blue one smelled like exhaust. The white one smelled like metal. The purple one smelled like violets. I settled on that one for my shampoo and the green one, which smelled like the sea, for my soap. I was finally ready to take my shower.
"May I help you?"
I stopped dead in my tracks. My back was turned but I didn't need to look to know that the person behind me who wanted to help was female. My cheeks turned red and my throat clenched. I stood stock still and managed to squeak out, "No thank you. I'm fine."
"Are you sure sweety? You look rather tense."
"I'm fine."
"Are you sure honey cup? I want to make sure your stay here is pleasant."
Who was she? Why wasn't she leaving? All I wanted to do was take my bath. That's it. Was that so much to ask?
"No, really. I'm fine. Could you please leave? I want to…"
That's when I felt two cold hands on my back. If I was rigid before, I was a stone statue now. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. I turned chalk white, whiter than my hair! I stopped breathing, a practice that I very much enjoy even in my ghost form. If she wouldn't leave, could I die? Anything to get away from this crazy, insensitive lady.
"Want to what? Save your friends, your family? It's too late for that," her hands crawled up the back of my neck. "There's no use fighting. You'll lose. It's a pointless fight," her hands found my hair. I could feel each and every strand freeze. Forget being a stone statue, I was an ice sculpture. Dead from the tip of my head to the bottoms of my feet. "You could stay with me. It'd be better than dying. You could stay alive and well. Why die for those who hate you. That's a fool's death. Are you a fool, little beauty?" She whispered the last words in my ear. I could feel the tips of her lips scrape against me. Her pointy finger nails trailed over my forehead, my nose, and stopped at my lips. One hand stayed there while the other continued to fall to my shoulder.
"Well? What shall it be, little beauty? What do you want? Do you want me or do you want to be a fool?" She was tracing my lips with her dagger like nails. Air finally found its way into my lungs as her other hand fell below my waist.
"I want you to leave NOW," emphasis on the word "now".
"Fine. Die the fool's death. It won't do anyone any good," she finally took her hands off of me. Praise the heavens! "But be warned. Vlad will have your mother. Your father will die. You will die. Your friends will meet the same fate if they interfere with the plans."
Suddenly, I no longer sensed her behind me. I looked over my shoulder and saw no one. I was alone again. I have never felt so happy to be alone.
I slipped into the water. Sighing I lied back. This was the last chance I would have to relax. Tomorrow I will leave here. Tomorrow, I will save my family and friends… No matter the cost to me.
