A/N: Due to some people asking for this to be continued, here's Star's Story, part two!
Oh, and the thing in italics in the beginning is Star's dazed inner thoughts. Which, if you count, has 10 syllables in each line (except the first three, which add up to ten!) HA! I am good.
Star's Story (part two)
Blue.
Blue lights.
Blinding blue lights. They're like rings.
They travel up and down, two opposites;
(like two regular, ordinary cars,
driving farther, farther, farther away.)
And they leave a visible trace of red
and white and blue, wiping the others out;
Blue eyes, not green eyes; Black hair, not white,
(Still bloody though.)
Familiar, yet unfamiliar…
Through the swirls of my memories, words, and imagination, a name pops up out of my subconscious.
Danny.
Fenton.
"Hello? Um… hello? Are you okay?" A voice breaks through my internal stream of consciousness.
I blink, my eyes not entirely focusing on the black and white blur looming on top of me.
"Wakey-wakey?"
Strange, I think. The voices sound weird and eerie. Kind of… ghostly.
My eyes snap open, and I bolt upright, which quickly proves to be dumb.
"OW!" yelps the shadow I've just collided with.
"Sorry!" Eyes watering, I clutch my head, which is now throbbing twice as painfully.
I peek at the boy next to me, but my mind doesn't seem to want to register the truth. It's Phantom sitting next to me. The ghost.
But it had been Fenton. Fenton, gazing at me with guilt and "ohcrapness" and alarm. Hang on- Was Fenton… Phantom?
"Oh, my head," I groan.
Had my brain just created a hallucination where the famous town hero had just transformed into the school outcast? (Had I accidentally eaten too much sugar?) But no- I couldnt just dream up something like this. And why Fenton? If anything, if anyone, why him?
"Are you okay?" Phantom asks sheepishly.
I blink again, not quite registering his words yet. A stranger thought comes back to me, like a recurring nightmare. "Oh my god. Oh my GOD. Oh my god. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh-"
Phantom clamps his gloved hand on my mouth, ceasing my nervous babbling.
I peel it off, eyes wide. "Are you… Am I dreaming?" I pinch myself, but the world doesn't fade away and I don't wake up. "Wait- what exactly happened?"
Now it's Phantom's turn to look confused. "I'm not exactly sure… I was fighting this other ghost, you see, and then I was hit in the chest." He glances down at his newly bandaged chest. "I found the bandage roll nearby and helped myself, by the way. Anyway, I was hurt, and bleeding, so I landed at the first house I saw. Then, you were fixing my wounds and then…" He paused. "…then you just fainted. Maybe it was the blood? I'm sorry about that."
I frown, wondering why he hesitated during his explanation. Then the word 'blood' clicks in my head.
"Right. Blood. Yours was red," I claim matter-of-factly. (Shock equals me being bipolar. Freaking out one minute, calm and composed the next. You learn something new every day, I think in the back of my mind.)
He rubs the back of his forehead. "Um.. it was someone else's?" He considers his answer, and then nods, as if confirming it.
I whip my head around and glare at him suspiciously. Throughout this whole conversation, I was unwilling to look at him too closely. Maybe it was the blood, like he said (or my freaky delusion pointing out similarities between him and F- I mean, someone else). Or the blood.
Anyway, he's standing next to the green/red blood splattered couch, and I'm standing on the other side of it. We're both gripping on to the sides in order to stand up properly.
He seems to notice the mess he's made on the couch, and guiltily tries to wipe it off with some nearby towels. Giving up after a while, he straightens and gives me his famous 'confident superhero' grin. At least, he tries to, but it doesn't reach his eyes. "Well, I'd better go, citizen. Thanks for everything!"
He leaps into the air. Then, arms flailing, he lands hardon the ground. "No, no, no, no!" he says angrily, his voice slightly muffled by the carpet.
I hold out my hand and help him up. He frowns at his chest, muttering heatedly, and I catch the words "Plasmius" and "frootloop" escape his mouth.
"What?"
He glances at me, as if fully realizing my presence for the first time. "I'm gonna need a phone and some transportation," he declares solemnly. "Oh, and some more bandages."
Ooooohhhh Vlad's involved. Yes, I had to.
