For a few minutes I thought it was over. His whole life had just been struck down by some cruel reality, by a man who was jealous. It happened so fast and in a flash. He was going to stop the train he was strong enough, but in an instant he turned into a strange orange liquid.
"Hey what'd you..." He asked himself aloud while staring down at his new form , then he realized it all at once. "Oh man."
The gothic train splattered him about, that was the moment when I knew it was over. My mother screamed in horror while Sam and Tucker said something, I felt the worse for them they were up front and center. I don't understand this, this isn't suppose to be the way he dies. He didn't even get to save the day.
Now we're all going to die as well, who will mourn for him. They'll know we're gone, but will they know that he died as well. And for what? He didn't even get a chance to save us, that freak cheated.
I want to kill him, I want to cry, and I'm actually welcoming the idea of dying. What more do we have left? Reality is destroyed, my brother is dead, there are no more heroes anymore, no one to fix this and make it right.
In fact Freak Show is doing us a favor, now we don't have to live in his world or serve him. We won't have to live without Danny. At least it was quick for him, just an instant no real pain was involved. It'll be ok when we die, I know it will be ok. I'm not scared I'll be with my brother.
My mom is hysterical and everyone is is in shock, his life was always in danger but we never really thought that he would really die. I'm glad it'll all be over soon. It just doesn't come soon enough for me though, this pain is tearing me apart bit by bit. Then I see something familar, Danny he's ok!
"He's alive!" My dad shouts in joy.
"Danny! He's got ghost envy, use psychology!" I yell to him hoping he remembered all my lectures. Even if he didn't pay attention to most I know that he's just got to know what he's doing. Who am I kidding I have the up-most faith in him, he will do it right.
I don't know how and I don't know why but he's ok. He's a becon of hope to me, the shining light in the darkness that we were left in. He has such will to live and he's just got so much to give. I admire the way he shines.
A quick insert of Jazz's point of view during Reality Trip.
I had to write this down because I might have lost it. I'm not sure if I got the quoations correct, but I tried so don't eat my face.