The light swiftly did its duty; transforming me from the inside out. From alive to dead...
From normal...to freak.
I was still doubled over; my eyes clenched shut as I panted, still struggling to breathe once more.
Why are you trying to breathe? Thing Two echoed in my mind. You don't even need to breathe.
Dude, he's freaking out because he had just transformed in front of his friends! Thing One shouted at Thing Two. That's why he's trying to breathe, because he's freaking out!
He doesn't need to be freaking out though.
I know, but he still is.
"Shut up!" I shouted, my eerie voice echoed loudly in the Janitor's closet. Red hot tears began to pool in the corners of my eyes. I couldn't feel the extra weight from my coat and jeans that were once on top of this stupid spandex suit-nor the shades that covers my eyes. Okay, I'm totally confused now. Why am I not wearing my coat, jeans, and sunglasses anymore? This just doesn't make any sense.
"Danny?" Sam's voice came from in front of me. Her voice jerked my head upwards, my now snow-white hair hung slightly in my wide open green eyes as I stared at my two best friends.
So much for keeping this a secret...
Fear crossed their eyes, their mouths opened in utter disbelief. Tucker was beginning to hyperlatilate while Sam breathed slightly faster. They unconisously took a step backwards. Away from me. Away...
From the freak.
I backed away from them, fear choking me silent. My best friends...they...they're gonna reject me. My closest friends-my only friends-are going to bail out on me. They're gonna tell my parents; they're gonna send me to Area 51 to be dissected and experimented on; they're gonna-
"Danny?" Sam called, her voice so quiet, so full of fear; reached my ears. She put up a brave face as she took a step forwards, her slender hand out, wanting something.
Wanting to touch...me.
"Don't touch me!" I shrieked, flinging my skinny arms to cover myself; mostly my face. I stumbled backwards. I wouldn't had fell onto the top of a bunch of cleaning supplies if it weren't for the fact that my foot had turned intangible, making me lose my balance. I landed painfully onto a short ricky shelf of cleaning supplies, bottles broke open as brooms and mops fell on top of me. The chemicals from the cleaning solutions sprayed everywhere and got onto everything...including me. The stench of it made my sense of smell go haywire. Light headiness pounded like blood in my head while the chemicals burned my nostrials and my throat. Jeez, it was so bad that I could taste the bleach on my tongue!
"Danny!" I heard Sam and Tucker called out at once. Their faces were full of concern, but fear was still present in them as they slowly made their way towards me.
They're gonna tell my parents…
"Dude?" Tucker called out, barely a whisper. "Are you alright?" He asked as they approached me. I cowered away, the brooms and mops slapping against the wet tiled floor when I moved from undernearth them.
They're gonna dissect me…
"Leave me alone." I said dryly, still backing away from my friends. They looked at me with confusion.
The government's gonna experiment on me…
"Danny, relax." Sam said calmly, her voice as soft as pillows; but her eyes betrayed her, flashing with fear and uncertainly. "We're not going to leave you."
They're lying to me; only to betray me in the end…
"Yeah, what she said." Tucker agreed with Sam, his hazel eyes wide in fear. "Besides, there's absolutely no reason for you to be freak-"
Freak.
I'm a Freak.
And everybody hates a Freak…
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" I shouted as my feet propelled me backwards. My back slammed against the metal shelving, causing it to rattle as even more brooms and mops clattered on the floor-along with some chemical containers that busted open. I flinched as a frosty coldness spread throughout my body.
"Danny!?" Cried out my friends. The coldness settled into every single molecule of my body, biting like winter's wind. I opened my eyes, not being about to see my arms that were still in front of my face.
I'm invisible. I thought to myself as I wrapped my arms around my chest, my hands burying into my sides. I was trembling as Sam and Tucker searched for me, calling out my name over and over again.
"Tucker, what the heck do you said to cause Danny to...to...DISAPPEAR on us!" Sam nearly shouted, still searching for me. Tucker was trembling badly, also searching for me.
"I really don't know, Sam." He answered her. "All I said that he's was freak-"
Freak...
I gasped out, hypervatliating. Pain stung my chest.
Tucker...he's calling me...
A Freak...
"Tucker! Did you hear that?" Sam's voice barely reached my ears.
"Hear what?" Tucker asked, confused.
"That gasp."
"No."
"Danny?" Sam's voice called out to me. "Danny? Are you still here?"
I didn't answer her. Why the heck would I answer her? If I were to answer her, then she'll know... She'll know...
That I'm a Freak...
Tears poured from my eyes, rolling down my cheeks. My emotions were swirling so choaticly inside of me, to the point that it just plain hurt... I couldn't take the pain anymore. So I buried my head close to my arms, close to my chest; my legs curled up to my head, making me into a vertical ball.
And I cried.
I didn't care whether or not they were there or that they could hear me; I just couldn't hold this pain inside of me anymore. My body shook, trembling as gasps racked my chest, hurting my lungs, my ribs as I sobbed. Hot tears fell invisibly onto the floor, mixing with whatever chemicals were spilled onto the floor. I breathed deeply, inhaling all those burning chemicals, making me choke as even more tears fell.
They're gonna find out about me…and then they're gonna reject me. Me! My two best friends are gonna reject me and treat me like a freak! Like a caged animal! They're gonna tell on my parents…and even they too will reject me-disown me more like! Heck, they might even tear me apart molecule by molecule! God, either way, this freakin' sucks!
I coughed. Lightly at first, by it kept on getting worse and worse. It came to the point that I was sure that I was going to hack out a lung.
Darn...cleaning...stuff... I thought numbly. I feel...so...out of...it. My head felt so light-headed that it wasn't even funny. My vision was blurly, my senses were becoming duller by the moment. I know that I should move, but what was the point? What is the darn point...to move...? I let my head bang against the metal shelving, enjoying the sharp pain that seem to flash through my light headiness. But it didn't stay for long... I sighed. Where...the heck...is Sam...and...Tucker? I thought numbly as my eyes closed.
I don't know how long I was out, but I awoke once something... No. Once someone, had touched my right shoulder. I flinched so bad that I banged my head against the metal bar...this time, unintentionally.
"Tucker!" I heard Sam's voice boomed besides my right ear. "I've found him!" I heard a few stumbles before Tucker appeared in front of us. He blinked several times.
"Um...Sam..." Tucker began, still staring blankly at Sam and me. Okay, mostly Sam. "What are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing?!" She snapped at him. "I'm holding Danny's shoulder!" Tucker's eyes went wide.
"Wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-"
"Tucker! Just get your Techno-Geek bottom over here and grab Danny's other shoulder!" She shouted loudly at Tucker. I flinched from her voice, grumbling slightly. Sam and Tucker stared right at me once they heard my grumbling.
"Danny?" Sam asked her voice calm. I didn't answer. It took Tucker a while to get over to where we were. He looked absolutely confused as he carefully step this way and that to get to Sam. As he was doing this, he asked Sam a question.
"So...Danny's...there?" Tucker said, lifting an eyebrow. Sam rolled her violet eyes at him in utter annoyance.
"What else would I be holding onto?" She asked sarcastily. "An invisible cow?"
"Mmmmm...Steak..." Tucker said, clearly thinking of steak instead of a cow as drool started to slightly pool at the corner of his mouth. A smile started to pull on the corners of my mouth. I was finding that I was having difficulties with trying to keep my enjoyment to myself as Tucker's eyes began to glaze over, probably already daydreaming about eating steak and other cow meat products. Sam audibility groaned at Tucker, who was still in that daydream-like state. "Meatloaf..." Tucker said zombie-like.
I couldn't hold my laughter in anymore.
"Pffwahahaha!" I laughed out loud. "Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! Ah, hahahaha! Ah, ha. Ah, ha. Hahaha." The pain from my back burned, but I still laughed. Oh, man. It's been too long since I've laughed like this...just too flippin' long.
"Danny?" Both Sam and Tucker said automatically once I began to laugh. I instantly glued my mouth closed.
Sure, they made me laugh, but I wasn't going to let them...let them...
I yelped as pain suddenly blossomed from my left foot.
"I'm sorry!" Tucker shrieked out loud, his face wide in shock. His brown hiking boot raised into the air. "I'm so sorry! I didn't see your...your... What exactly did I step on?"
"My foot..." I grumbled darkly. Tucker and Sam looked right at my invisible face.
"Danny?" Tucker asked as he fell to his hands and knees. "Is that you?" He asked as he tried to feel for my shoulder. Instead he grabbed onto my face.
"That's my face..." I muttered, his hand moving along with my jaw. He yelped in surprise, shooting his hand back as if electricity had just shocked him. He reached again, this time, finding my shoulder.
It was quiet for a few minutes; well, almost quiet. Sam and Tucker were breathing so loudly and deeply that I'm surprised that the entire school couldn't hear them. My head still felt light-headed, and nausea began to crawl up from my throat. Heat came to my face as the chemicals continued to inflict pain into my senses.
"Danny, please." I heard Sam's voice coming from my right. My head sluggishly turned towards her; her jet-black hair was somewhat ruffled from searching for me. "Please tell us what's happening to you, Danny."
"Yeah, dude." Tucker said, siding with Sam. I slowly turned my head towards him also. "We need to know what's happening to you so that we could help you. You know, we're sort of your best friends." Tucker ended with a grin that ate his face. I blinked at Tucker, his words somewhat smoothing me. A weight began to lift from my chest.
"Tucker's right, Danny." Sam quickly said, grabbing my attention. "We're your best friends. We'll always be there for you; no matter what is happening to you."
"Yeah, cuz you're also our best friend, Danny." Tucker added in. "We really care about you, dude. And Sam's totally right. We'll always be here for you."
"Really?" I asked, sniffling slightly. I could feel the coldness slipping away, letting the warmth return slowly. My entire self was slowly becoming visible, earning gasps of shock from Sam and Tucker. They stared at me in awe and...horror before they quickly recomposed themselves. Sam was the first to react to me becoming visible again.
"Really." She said with a smile that melted my heart. I turned towards Tucker, waiting for his answer.
"Really." He said, also with a smile of friendship. I sighed, becoming completely visible to my best friends. I felt uncomfortable as they gaped at me like I was a-
Freak...
"Stop Staring At Me!" I screamed out loud. They flinched from my sudden shout; their hands tighten on my shoulders. My hands covered my face as I shook, panting very fast as I was lost to the one word that pained me. The weight settled onto my chest once more, making it very hard for you to breathe correctly.
"Danny?" Sam asked in a whisper. "Are you...alright?" She ended that lamely. I took a couple of deep breaths before I answered her.
"Does it...look like...I'm alright...to you?" I asked, still gasping. My face now buried into my knees, my arms covering my head. I was still trembling, the chemicals stinging my senses.
Man...I feel so woozy... I thought to myself as my head wobbles a bit, my body still shaking from the fumes of the chemicals... Shaking in fear from revealing my secret to my best friends.
"Dude." Tucker said, pulling me out of my depression. I stopped shaking; my head glanced upwards at him, green eyes rested on his teal ones. His sincere smile made me relax while Sam gently applied pressure onto my other shoulder. "It's all right. We're here for you, so calm down."
"Tucker's right." Sam said her purple eyes soft as she looked into my abnormal ones. For some odd reason, I felt myself easing; as if I'm feeling lighter, but this was a different type of lightness from the one that usually means that I'm about to shoot up like a balloon. "You've got us, Danny and we got you. So how about you calm down and tell us what's happening. That way, we can help you figure this out...
"Together."
As a response; I blinked. I blinked several times at my two best friends; at their words of comfort and security. I can easily see the fear on their faces, but there was also a sense of loyalty and an everlasting friendship that overcame their fear of me. Something heavy was slowly being lifted off of me. I began to shake again, but this time, from happiness as tears began to fall. Sam and Tucker only smiled at me as I broke down. They patted my back, which greatly comforted me as I cried.
It felt like as if a weight was lifted off my shoulders...
As I continued to cry for several minutes, Sam and Tucker kept on saying stuff like; 'It's all right.' or 'We got your back, man.' and several other things that related with those sayings until a sound entered through my ears. My head adruptively whipped up, causing Sam and Tucker to pause as the sound became louder in my ears.
"Do you guys hear that?" I whispered. Confusion flashed from their faces.
"What?" Tucker said.
"What did you just say?" Sam clarified.
"That sound." I said, a little braver, the echo in my voice strong. "Don'tcha hear that sound?" Sam and Tucker shook their heads at the same time. I frowned, closing my eyes as I let my hearing expand past the Janitor's door. The sound was deep as it vibrated through the floor with heavy footsteps right along with it. The sound bounced from the halls as if something was being carted towards our way...
My concentration broke as the chemicals ripped at the inside of my throat, causing me to gasp out loud.
"Danny?" Sam asked. But I ignored her. The sound eventually became louder, allowing Sam and Tucker to hear it also. Our eyes widen the instant we realized what was being carted our way.
It was the janitor with his cart.
"We gotta go!" Tucker shouted, tugging me and Sam along with him towards the door. I pulled away from him.
"Are you crazy!?" I nearly yelled at my best friend. "The janitor is right there!" As if on cue, the door knob jiggled. We froze, as if we were deer in headlights as the door knob continued to jiggle. Then it stopped and the janitor muttered something about keys.
Sam and Tucker's eyes were wide as they quickly scanned over the room, looking for a possibility of escaping while I was slowly hyperventilated as the situation was becoming ever more real. Sam and Tucker touched my shoulders once more, trying to calm me down.
A click split through the air.
The door cracked open.
And I totally flipped.
I yelped, stumbling backwards along with Sam and Tucker; a tingling feeling smothered me. I slip on the mixture of cleaning liquids, falling through Sam and Tucker's grasps as I neared towards crash landing on the floor. No, wait-scratch that-as I passed through the floor. Sam and Tucker stared at me in horror as I sunk through the floor. Everything looked so much bigger, as if I was a tiny ant that was looking up towards giant humans. The door was wide open by the time my nose was leveled with the floor.
"Hey! What are you-" I heard the janitor said before I had completely passed through the floor and into a classroom right below; and into the boiler room right below that. I felt solidness as I was slammed into the floor. I grunted softly, my back stinging pain from crashing into the cement floor.
Then a spark.
I screamed as my heart began to pound, the white rings appeared and swiftly changed me back to good ol' Danny Fenton. I lay there, sweating and gasping from the pain of slamming my back and from the transformation, for about a couple of minutes before I began to slowly move into sitting position. I winced at the burning pain, but I felt like I hadn't broken any bones. Sighing softly, I turtled my way up into standing position. I felt a cloth covering my forearms. I glanced down.
I let out a hiss once I saw that I was wearing that darn Christmas sweater! Sputtering in disbelief, I unruly flung the garment off as I stomped away. However, after a few yards away, I realized that if I happened to change forms again that I wouldn't have anything to cover my face...and my white hair. I spun around, vowing that I will burn this stupid sweater once this thing is over with as I retrieved the sweater. Writhing the white and red sweater in misplaced aggression, I left the basement in search for my loyal best friends.
I ran up two flights up stairs to reach the Janitor's closet that we were once in. Flinging the door open, I found no living beings inside the room; though the mess was still there. Growling, I slammed the door shut.
Great. I just got the two only people who know my secret into trouble. So much for being there for me...
Sighing softly, I began to make my way to the first floor, where the principal's office is.
Nearing the bottom of the first floor stairs, my stomach let out a loud roar. I flinched as my foot stepped onto the first floor; the growl of hunger twisted my stomach, wringing itself out. I glanced down the hallway that led to the principal's office, then the one that led to the cafeteria. I really wanted to just bail on Sam and Tucker and go to the cafeteria to eat, but I knew that was wrong of me. All I've been doing lately was ignoring and bailing on them ever since I had left the hospital.
Suddenly, I realized that I really have been a jerk to them. I mean, come on! They were right there when I became...like this. They know what had happened to me...well, sort of; and yet, they're still my best friends. They want to help me with my situation. That they're still here for me...
"Idiot." I muttered; face palming myself as I slumped towards the principal's office. I felt really bad for my behavior towards my best friends. I want to make it up to them; and somehow, telling them what I had found out about myself will be enough. But still, even though I'm telling them what has happened, I'm gonna buy them something from Nasty Burger.
They really do deserve it.
"They're still in there." The receptionist said, shrugging half hearthingly towards the principal's door.
"But I..." I stopped. I really need to tell Sam and Tucker, but they're stuck with the principal because of me.
Because of ME...
"I was with them." I said to the receptionist. She gave me a very odd look.
"Excuse me?" She asked to clarify. I sighed.
"Look, I was with them in the Janitor's closet. I made a mess and bailed on them once I heard the janitor coming. I left before he could've even seen me."
Literally. I added silently to myself. The receptionist continued to stare at me until she shook her head sadly. She rose out of her chair and signaled me to follow. She led us to the principal's office, knocking the wooden door.
"Principal Ishiyama?" The receptionist said question-like.
"Yes?" Came a woman's voice.
"We have a young man here by the name of...?" She looked at me.
"Danny Fenton." I said.
"Danny Fenton. He says that he was the one who had caused the mess inside the janitor's closet on the second floor."
"Let him in." A voice woman's voice said from the other side of the door. The receptionist opened the door for me and closed it once I had entered.
The principal's office looked the exact same as when we came in for Jazz's President's Award. The room was painted with a variety of purple hues. Even the desk was a dark purple, called prune or something. The desk was clear of anything except for a gold plated plaque that had 'Principal Ishiyama' on it. Behind the desk was a middle aged Asian descent woman with black hair in a low bun and teal colored eyes. She wore a purple suit with purple lipstick and a pair of lilac earrings. ... Jeez, she must have an obsession with the color purple or something.
The principal looked up at me, realizing who I am-or rather-who I'm related to. Sam and Tucker were right in front of her in a pair of black metal seats; but their faces were turned towards me...in disbelief. Heat burned my face from my friends' stare, my hands involuntary clutch tighter to the stupid sweater.
"Mr. Fenton." The principal said, snapping my attention onto her. "Why don't you sit down and join us?" As a response, I strolled over to the remaining chair beside Tucker. I purposely ignored both of my best friends as I sat down, holding the sweater from discomfort. "Now." She said, leaning slightly over her desk. "Tell me what happened." I gulped, hoping that my answer will be accepted for the principal...and for my best friends...
"I-I was upset." I began, clearly unsure of how to lie to the principal. I know that I should tell an adult or something, about my situation with these powers; but just seeing Sam and Tucker's faces, when I had transformed in front of them, proved my point that people wouldn't accept me for that reason alone. "Ever since I've left the hospital, I've been acting like a loner and I've been ditching out on Sam and Tucker." Which is true; I have been. "Today, I just couldn't control myself. You know how the first day of school is like: the nervousness, uncertainly, the pressure, and the Oh-My-God-I-hope-I-don't-embarrass-myself thing. Well, I just snapped from the pressure and ran into the janitor's closet. Somehow, it locked me inside and I totally flipped out; and I went ballistic, trying to bet myself out of there. Sam and Tucker finally got the door open and came in to see if I'm alright. I heard the janitor was coming; so, not thinking, I bailed on them."
Silence.
"Miss Manson. Mr. Foley." Principal Ishiyama said, glancing at my friends. "Is his story true?"
I gulped as my icy eyes scanned the room, staying clear away from everyone else as my friends answered the principal's question. My hands twist my sweater from nervousness. I don't blame Sam and Tucker if they tell the truth. I don't blame them at-
"It's true." They both said at the same time. The principal blinked at them. Heck, after my head whipped around to face them, I even blinked.
They're lying to the principal... They're lying about the trouble we've gotten ourselves into...
They're lying with me...
"But it's not Danny's fault!" Tucker said. Everyone whipped their eyes onto the African American teen.
"And what to do you mean by that exactly?" The principal asked my Techno-Geek friend. He gulped from discomfort.
"Well... What I mean...is that...Danny hasn't exactly been acting the same since the Accident." Tucker began, still halfway scared from the principal's gaze. "I mean, Danny was electrocuted with 10,000 volts-or more-of electricity! That must've, at least, messed up some part of his brain, you know? Like his behavior or something?"
We all blinked at him before the principal turned towards me.
"You name's Danny Fenton, correct?" The principal asked.
"Y-yes." I stuttered out.
"Son of Jack and Maddie Fenton? Sibling to Jasmine Fenton?"
"Yes and yes."
With that, the principal turned her back towards us and started to type out on her computer. I purposely ignored the stares from Sam and Tucker as the principal typed. It wasn't until Tucker's boot contacted my shin before I looked over to the friends.
Both Sam and Tucker had worry and concern sewn onto their faces. Sam's mouth formed words in silence, but I shook my head and mouthed out 'Not now'. A creaked of the purple chair made our heads whip towards the principal's direction.
"I'll let you all off with a warning, since I did not know of Danny's slight mental instability." She said in a cool tone. My eyes narrowed at her insult that she made towards me. 'Mental instability' my butt. "You're all clear to go to lunch now."
Slimutateously; we all rose from our chairs, cried a 'thank you', and left the main office without another word. We walked about a dozen yards away from the main office before Sam suddenly decided to slam my entire body into a wall of lockers.
"What the Heck, Sam!?" I cried out once my body made contact to the lockers. I rubbed the side that had slammed into the metal, glaring at the Goth girl who stood in front of me-also glaring back at me.
"Tell us what's happening to you... Right Now!" Sam demanded. My eyes narrowed at her in anger.
"I-" I started, but I didn't finish; for a very, very loud growl escaped from my stomach. I blinked from the rumbling that signaled that I was hungry. Tucker blinked before he began to laugh. Sam wasn't in the mood, and elbowed him.
"Hey, what's your deal?" Tucker cried out, rubbing his arm.
"My deal is with Danny's little secret." Sam stated, flinging her arm at me as a sign of pointing. She, then, looked at me; still glaring. "So start answering."
"I will." I said. "But right now, I'm hungry."
"Oh, you're so not-" Sam began, but Tucker cut her off.
"Sam, Danny's hungry and so am I." He said, pointing to himself. "Can't we just get our lunch and talk about it as we eat?"
"But-" Sam began; but once again someone cut her off, this time-me.
"I know a great place where we can talk without being overheard." I said quickly. "We can sit in the football stadium. Jazz often sits there and she told me that hardly anyone goes over there during lunch, so we'll don't have to worry about being overheard or anything of a sort." Sam gave me a long hard look before sighing.
"Fine. We'll grab our lunches and eat in the stadium. And while we're eating, you can tell us what's happening to you… And, call me crazy, but I have a feeling that what has happened to you has something to do with ghosts." She said with a tone of finality as she grabbed both Tucker and me, dragging us towards the cafeteria.
Sam, you have no idea how right you are. I thought glumly to myself.
Hello again! This is DB-KT here tellin' ya that...I completely suck at everything now...
Sorry...Physics make me feel so stupid. I'msonotgonnapassmyexam...
ANYWAYS, yeah here's the tenth chapter. Um...if it's a bit confusing I'm sorry cuz I've been stressed out between school and exams and what not. I am working on Chapter Eleven, but still having problems so bleh.
Good news: Fanfiction is now caught up to Deviantart.
Bad news: I'm gonna have to take a break from BOTH Deviantart and Fanfiction. I really need to pass this class! (It seems like this is the only class that I really REALLY have problems with...and it doesn't help the fact that Danny's mocking me either...)
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Yeah...I'm a little...insane...
Oh, and I apologize for any grammar/spelling errors.
And that this chapter is very short...bleh.