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It's late, but it made the due date for posting. Okay, this chapter is going to be different, because it's in Danny's point of view.
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"Wow, my mom actually looks... scared? Does she really think that I'm going to attack her?" I thought to myself at seeing her dreaded eyes. They looked absolutely terrified.
"Daniel," I heard my suppose to be guardian call, "come here."
I groaned and turned around to face him. "What?" I asked trying not to be as irritated as I felt.
"Here," he said giving me the Fenton Controller.
I looked at it surprisingly then back at him. "Why are you giving me this?" I had to question.
"I want you to hit all the ghosts in that net with it. Make them obey Vlad Plasmius. Then you can let the yearning things out," he whispered so that I was the only one to hear his order.
"Your trusting me to do this?" I asked, curiously. He wasn't exactly sounding like his usual grumpy self.
Plasmius seemed amused by the question. He chuckled for a moment before I could hear his reply. "Well, if you're going to be my son then I'm going to need to rely on you for some things," he responded.
I clutched the controller, not knowing what I was expected to do. I could always double cross him, easily, and save the world from the curse he was ready to afflict. Then again, I could choose to follow his command. The collar was no longer trying to harm me and bring back my dark side. Plasmius was actually giving me free permission to do whatever I wanted to.
"Well, go on. I don't have all day," Vlad remarked, urging me to choose faster.
Surprisingly to me, I jumped up into the air and started floating to the gigantic net. My former parent was the one to stop me from pressing the button that second.
"Danny, don't do it," I heard Jack cry as if he was reading my thoughts. I could have swore he muttered son at the end, but I was too sure. Maddie must have been stunned from my attack threat earlier, because she didn't shout anything back to support him.
"Excuse me, Jack, but if I'm not mistaken, he's my son now," Vlad gloated, telling me he had murmured son.
"But-," Jack started to protest, but Plasmius cut him off.
"How about you ask Daniel who he considers his father?" he relished as if he knew what I was going to say. Jack turned to me with a pleading look.
"Well, uh... being technical he is my father," I studded with a pathetic smile.
"Yes, but who do you regard as your father?" he tormented, knowing greatly this was uncomfortable for me.
"I guess...," I paused trying to judge who I thought of as a closer father figure Then I noticed Plasmius's hand glow. It didn't take an utter genius to know what that meant, "Plasmius," I finished lamely.
Jack's face fell along with my own. What happened next was history. I, unwillingly, pressed the control button and fired it on the net of ghosts. When they got hit, the ghosts figured out what had happened. They had been double crossed. A few seconds passed, and now all of them had bloodshot eyes.
"We are ready to obey Plasmius," They all monotonously said. I felt like a complete idiot, in particularly, Jack. "Wait, did I just say that?" I realized, hardly. "I really am turning into a minor, coldness Vlad!"
I glanced over to see him, only to find a smile on his ghostly face. One that I'll sullenly never forget.
Plasmius slashed me with another one of his vicious attacks from his whip. Which was made fully of ectoplasm. My head was aching as I faced the floor, but I could tell that he was studying me. My heart seemed to stop at hearing his scratchy voice.
"That should be it," he concluded. My muscles became less tense as I lowered my guard. So I hadn't expected another deadly slash from the whip tearing itself through my usual t-shirt and into my skin. In it's absence was a deep gash.
"Just to make sure you won't squirm, you'll be tied down to a dissecting table," he explained. I felt his arm touch my bruised body and pick me off the ground. "Don't worry about the removing of the collar. Your mind may be a little blurry, but that should only be temporary," he told me, now with a softer tone.
Vlad said that he was going to let me go free and no longer have to have that annoying collar. I think he had said that he likes me better when I have my freedom, and I choose to follow him anyway. He also told me that removing the collar would be painful because it had been forcefully attached inside.
He had insisted that my weak body be even more inefficient so that I wouldn't be able to escape the short operation. I still don't know why he insisted on that, though. The dissecting table should have taken care of that issue. What surprised me the most was that I agreed for him to do it? I kept wanting to think it was the controlled side of me making, well, allowing me to do this. Now I wasn't so sure.
I felt the man responsible for this mess sensitively place me on the cold table. The straps, of course, came next to restrain me incase of an emergency or something. My body strained like before. My eyes were also ready by being glued shut with no intention soon of opening.
"If you hold still and stay calm then, as estimated, this should only take five minutes," Vlad informed me as I heard an electrifying screwdriver in the background go off. My eyes squinted harder at hearing the screw's noise ringing in my ears. He began doing the first part by unscrewing the bolts connected to the unwanted collar.
It was rattling my neck bone and muscle layers, but it wasn't too bad. Even if it made me gag a little. I heard the screwdriver stop signaling he was over with that part. He pulled a little on the band to see how much looser it had got. Once he seemed to have gathered his calculations, he let go of the collar then got out some grease or water, I couldn't tell by how numb my body was becoming, and rinsed it over my neck.
As it seeped through, I felt the soreness under the collar. Whatever he had washed on me wasn't reacting to well with the scar underneath. The band strapped to me was getting slippery while my neck was burning uncontrollably.
I soon accomplished something, what he had sprayed on me wasn't water nor grease. I also figured out what he meant by it being forcefully attached to me. It must of had something like a robotic claw that stuck themselves into me and around my neck to keep it from falling off. It had attached some of it's repulsive claws to my brain cells. That was what he meant by me being dazed afterwards. My brain would probably have to get use to the change.
I bit my tongue so I wouldn't yell out, but the claws removal started getting a mind of it's own. Vlad responded to my screaming by saying, "It shouldn't take too long now. Maybe a minute."
I was relieved by the words, hoping they were true. He grabbed hold of the irritating collar again. This time he was pulling them apart side by side from the opening. Nonetheless, it was extremely hurtful.
After what felt like an eternity, Vlad finally announced, "The collar's been removed."
I knew right from the instant I woke up that Plasmius was hiding something from me. When I awoke, my body was covered in bandages from where my wounds had been. My neck, especially, was covered. Vlad stayed on the couch with the television off as he looked sadly into the blank screen.
He seemed troubled about something. I really didn't even know if he knew I was up or not. After a while of gaining my guts, I cautiously came to the decision to figure out what was up. Leaning slightly on the wall, I managed to reach the other side of the couch and sit carefully down.
"So, um, is something wrong?" I asked with concern. Vlad only shook his head no in response. Not even looking at me. Determined, I decided to try to start a conversation.
"Okay, well, have you asked mo- I mean Maddie if see would be your queen?" I questioned as if I really cared. That appeared to have hit the mark precisely, because he stumbles with the answer. His face is stern so I can't interpret his emotion.
Plasmius finally looks at me, but it wasn't incisively in the way I expected. His face is full of grief and remorse. I frown as he begins to speak. "Daniel, there's something you need to know," he says out of nowhere.
My heart quickens, and I know I start breathing rapidly. "What is it?" I ask with a trace of fear.
"The controller, I just learned, has a nasty side effect. One that Jack should have eliminated a long time ago. I learned that, well, it can do two things instead of one. As you know, if can let you be able to control any ghost but not human. There's no consequences for that, but it can also let you control the feelings of others, human or ghost. I kinda used that on Maddie after she ran away from me," he confessed, sighing. "That is yet another mistake I wish I could alter."
"What is the side effect?" I barely have the backbone to ask. Vlad, I know, didn't want me to see, but he was on the verge of crying.
"It can obviously hurt the victim real bad mentally," he continues, but stops again, only making me more nervous.
"What is it already?" I query, getting strongly aggravated and, weirdly, sad at the same time. I wish he would just go ahead and tell me the horrendous news instead of making me wait this long.
"She's in the... hospital right now," my heart stops, literally, "So far she's stable, but the doctors don't know how long that will last. This just happened while you were resting," he explained, holding in a sob.
"What are we doing by just sitting here? We've got to get over there now," I outburst as I try getting up, but forgetting my current condition made me fall right back down.
"Seeing you will only make it worse, as I. The best thing we can do for her now is do nothing," Plasmius notified, making me feel like an even bigger creep then I originally thought of myself.
It is all my fault she is in there, and I can't even see her? I apparently said out loud, because Vlad replied to it with an equal amount of guilt.
"If I hadn't been so greedy then she wouldn't be in this unpredictable situation. If anyone's to blame, it's me," he, surprisingly, acknowledged.
"It doesn't matter anyway. What does is that she's in the hospital right now in a critical state... I've got to see her," I declare, not thinking of reality as I change into my ghost form and start to fly out of the house.
"Daniel, stop. You'll only hurt her more if she was to see you like this. Not to mention, the town isn't to thrilled about the ghost boy now," Vlad told me, expecting the worst, typical.
"I promise she won't see me, but I've got to see her," I insist with only sheer determination hasten me out the open window. Behind me I could hear him begging for me to stop and think about what I was getting into. It didn't matter. At that moment all I wanted was to see my mom. I mean Maddie.
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