I own nothing. Sorry about the last chapter being in first person. WARNING! Violence and descriptive sadness and gore.
DEATH.
The smell of it. More than just that of rot. No rot had not touch the charred bodies around him. Flesh peeled back from the skull of a young girl that laid on the ground. A large piece of brick wall pinned her pale, yet fit legs to the blood covered floor of the Nasty Burger. What was left of her clothing revealed a pink top and black pants. The uncharted hair was once black. He dared not to try and identify her remains. Several others all from Dash's age group seemed to be twist and disfigured. Bones torn out of their sockets.
DEATH.
It held a new meaning to Dash. He had seen death in the form of a lost pet, but this was more than death. It was a gut wrenching mangled mess of gore and travesty.
DEATH.
Of all the things he could have heard, he never expected laughter. A deep laugh bathed in all the darkness that all of existence could have held, leaked out into the otherwise silent world.
Dan floated above Dash with a smile that could sending all sources of happiness into hiding. What was the emotion Dash could feel working its way into his heart? It was more than dread. Even more then fear. It was pure unfiltered terror. There was also the unmistakable sadness that only resulted from the loss of those closest to him.
"Get up!" He heard through the ringing. His heart raced. A small wave of joy hit him. It was Danny. The really Danny. The beckon on light in a world of darkness. He tried to stand. It took a moment to get his balance.
"Save-"Danny said, before being knocked to the ground by Danny. The ball of ecto energy had hit him in the chest.
Save? Save what? The place had been burned down. Was there anything or anyone left to save? He saw a glimmer of purple amongst the ash. Sam's backpack. He ran to it. Sam was unconscious, but alive. Dash managed to grab her and her weapon filled backpack before being spotted alive. The authorizes had started to arrive. Maybe they would help. Gun fire and screaming mixed in the air. Danny's parents had arrived. Dash had managed to get Sam to the bathroom door away from gun fire. Ecto guns seemed to be the only thing working. Dash made a plan. Dan thought he had died. Even with Danny's warning, Dan had not seem him. It was Dashes chance to be a hero.
Dash pulled the thermos out of Sam's bag. With a deep breath he ran into battle. He pointed the thermos at Dan and opened it. He heard something behind him and assumed Sam was awake. He should have turned around. He should have known there could be more than one Dan. He should have been watching over Sam.
By the time he woke up, it was over. He looked at the ceiling. It was white tile. Was he in the hospital? He checked to make sure he had all his limbs. They were all there. How had he been so useless? Where were his parents? Where were the others? His heart rate on the monitor began to speed up. He hadn't noticed it before. Next to him was an iv. It connected into his right arm. He tried to sit up. It sent his head spinning. He lifted his left arm to his head. Bandages. Why? Had someone hit him on the head burning the fight? It could have been an ecto gun, but he wouldn't have survived that.
Sam. The name rung through his head. Danny told him to save her, and he had left her there just for a chance at glory. His eyes finally landed on the nurse call button. He pressed it.
A small blonde woman came in with a smile. Her hair was in a bun. Her scrubs where a matching dark blue with white shoes on the floor.
"Oh good, you're awake. Your mother just left to take a shower. You have been out for-" She checked the chart, "Forty-six hours. You were hit in the head with an ecto shot. When you fell, Phantom managed to save the girl. She's okay because of you." The nurse smiled. "I'll call your parents and be back in a minute." She walked out.
Sam was alive. His mother was alive. Was everyone okay?