Chapter 11

Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom or any of the characters. Butch Hartman does. No, not me.

Last chapter was harder to write not knowing where to go, and I realized, I have an important character who's point of view will be covered within the next few chapters. This is in the point of view of ... ? Can't quite tell you, but I assume you'll find out soon enough. ;) Here's chapter 11 in someone's POV

POV-?

As I woke up, I felt somewhat different. Not like I was me. Not all of me anyways. Something was just different. I mean, I'd always been different. Just I'd never cared, or actually felt different. This was new and I don't like it one bit. My vision is blurry as I look around. The surrondings are unfamiliar as I look about. Though there is some resemblence to the Ghost Zone. I can't see any doors, just green swirling "air" all around me. I have this other feeling like I'm being watched. I often am, but that's besides the point. This thing was glaring at me, with persistance. Whatever or whoever it was, it didn't like me. At all. I became a bit defensive as the force continued to see me. I saw it nowhere, so I willed myself invisible. But, my powers shorted out. I half expected to transform back, but apperently I couldn't and I didn't. I collapsed as the force came closer. I prepared my most powerful attack- the Ghostly Wail. But I couldn't muster up the power to use it and I passed out as a voice said to me, "Sleep tight whelp..."

I awoke with a jolt, half expecting to be tied up, but found myself to be free. The voice still rang clearly in my head, and sounded familiar... SKULKER! I heard Skulker's voice. But saw no signs of him as I laid on a hard surface.

"Yo, babypop. You awake yet?" A voice with attitude and a slight nervous tone shocked me out of my daze. I looked about, but found that hard as my vision was black. Completely black. Nothing at all registered with me. I began to panick. I mean sure, I was the famous ghost Halfa, (in case you hadn't figured it out yet) and I should fear nothing but my own power. But in reality I was still young. And still had human morals to me. I was worried that since I couldn't see, I was blind. And apperently, I was right on the money.

"Yo, I'm over here... No over here. Hey can you not see straight? Right here in front of you. Gosh, what are you? Blind?" At this me still not facing her, and making no comments I think she may have felt sorry and guilty. After all, she had just kind of made funny of my new condition.

"So your blind now huh? Well this really sucks. You had been out for 6 days, I thought you were just plain dead. Er, whatever you can be for a ghost. Ya' know?" I tried to shrug but I don't think it came off that way. I wondered if I was blind, what was my human half? Since no matter how hard I tried to transform, it seemed impossible. I decided to ask the girl whom I'd taken as Ember.

"H-hey Ember. What happened to me?" She didn't respond, and I'd gotten that feeling like it was really bad, and I didn't want to know what happened. But I asked anyways and she said to me in sort of a pained voice,

"I should take you to the Leader. He'll know what to do. I mean, what happened to you." It seemed hard for her to talk to me, because I guess she was still feeling guilty for saying the blind thing.

"Listen Ember, uh it's okay you know. About the blind thing. It was accidental and you didn't know. I don't hold it against you." I felt good after saying this, because that feeling, that aura that was around had vanished. But replaced by one of confusion.

"How did you- what- but... Ugh whatever, can you like read emotions?" As I heard this I thought it sounded pretty right on. Though, quite honestly I didn't know what was what any more. Since waking up, being cared for by one of my worst enemies, being blind, and appearently having the ability to sense other's emotions really doesn't help your mind much. From here, I had no idea what to expect, but for there to be tons of twists. After all, I was already blind and couldn't go into that human half that had occupied my soul for so long.

Ember led me into a room where I was blasted by a ton of emotions. Fear, anger, confusion... they were the most pudgent. There were so many, it was quite hard to focus and actually just plain stand up. I was leaning on Ember who I felt a wave of embarressment emit from her. She led me up stairs as I stopped in front of someone. His emotions, they were quite hard to read and in fact, were impossible. I just stood there, as nothing. All the talking had dissipated as soon as I walked on the stage. The form in front of me was not saying anything. I hoped I wasn't deaf too, but wasn't as he began to move creating a metallic sound when he moved like hydrolics. It was odd, and somehow I knew this sound.

"Welcome, whelp" That voice was familiar for a reason. That was my hunter. Skulker. He now had his "prey" right out in front of him. Blinded, weak, dazed, and completly helpless. But the emotionally steel man let just one tiny wave of simpathy escape. He felt bad for me. Bad for my condition. This wasn't right. What was wrong with Skulker.

"I didn't expect to see you here Halfa. But now I guess I can no longer call you that. Since you are no longer a Halfa. Because I know you, you're probably thinking "WHAT" well, here is an answer. This ghost prision is actually an unknown ghost's mind. He's captured us, and no matter what we do, we cannot escape. Ever. He needed you for an unknown reason, and couldn't take you like he did us. Your pathetic human half prevented him from absorbing your essence like ours. He had to forcefully seperate you. However, while you slept, Technus (Hi he shouts, somewhere in the crowd) scanned your DNA, and by accident came upon a gruesome fact. Your dying, and so is your human half. The death is unpreventable. You will die as will your mortal side. The force of your DNA split, ripped you two apart and now you can no long stay stable with your melting DNA. I was hoping there was still hope, but I see I am wrong." As he said this, I felt guilt. Most likey he felt like this was his fault, and he let the ghosts down. But right as I thought this, an unbearable pain shot throughout my body electrocuting me. I fell down losing conciousness as I was lifted away by something... and I worried if I would ever wake up again.

Chapter 11 finished. What happened to everybody. I was getting 112 hits in one day now I'm down to a whopping 40. This kind of sucks. But I still apprciate those that are still reading this story and those that have reviewed it. Soon I may be starting a different story while still writing this one, so if you like LEFT 4 DEAD, I hope you'll check in because that's going to be my newest story coming out. Thanks!