XD Sorry guys, I've been uber busy working on Boxed Time (between homework) but I've been unable to get it up. I hvae an interview for Rotary Youth Exchange today so part Seven will have to wait yet another day...as a for of greoveling and sorry, here's a little oneshot I've been saving.
Disclaimer: Why do sparrows love the snow? I will know when I own Danny Phantom.
Fatal Committee
I folded my arms and leaned back, listening as many of my fellows agreed to the argument. Something inside of me was stirring, but I knew the importance of patience and waited for the right moment.
I caught Poindexter's shifting eyes from across the room and lifted an eyebrow. He shrugged in discomfort, clearly not as happy as Vortex was.
Nocturne finished his powerful speech and settled back down, cold eyes searching for anyone who defied him. He was the tenth and, thankfully, last ghost to place heavy grievances on this subject today. No one else looked like they needed to add to Nocturne's words—they were, after all, quite convincing.
I gracefully managed to stand up, ignoring a few sharp glares. I made it clear the very first day I didn't like where this was going. But today was when I would state my case. "The 'problem' we seem to be addressing...if it can even be considered that," I began carefully, "is that of Danny Phantom's actions towards our presence within the town of Amity Park."
Ember rolled her eyes. "Cut to the chase," she snapped out in frustration. Everyone was a little disgruntled after days of arguing, a reason why I chose now to get at them—while their minds were a little less set on one opinion.
"I would like to bring your attention to your lairs," I continued, as if there was no interruption. "As you all know, I reside within one of our more spacious libraries. None enters without my said permission or, as they know by law of the Ghost Zone, I am allowed to lay punishment. Trespassing is a serious issue."
Spectra growled in frustration, "Ghost Writer, don't go off topic. As you should remember that, by law, in any central ghost meeting we have the right to punish you for trailing off on other subjects."
"A reason why I am not going to bring up the time you stole into my home for, what was it, fire starters?" I bit out, eyes flaring. "This is also not an official ghost meeting because you have not invited everyone involved. Don't think I have missed the conspicuous absence of those of the Far Frozen, Wulf, the lady Dora and her people, and Pandora when they are as directly involved with our argument as everyone else present."
Amorpho, next to me, nodded. "I believe we should hear him out, Spectra." The other ghost drawled casually, tipping his hat towards me in faint respect.
I pushed my spectacles up smartly, unable to swallow a feral grin. There were more supporters in here than I had originally thought. "As I said, bring your attention to your lairs. Danny Phantom, too, has a lair that he has deemed to protect." There was a flicker of unrest around me, but I blundered on, "Under Ghost Zone law we are not to intrude on lairs without permission—"
Walker stood up so fast his chair clattered to the floor, "The human realm is fair game and you know that, Writer!" he glowered. "There's nothing against the rules about that world concerning entrance, never has been, never will be."
"But consider the circumstances—"
"Circumstances don't matter, that's law." Walker spit.
I shuddered, clear memory of my imprisonment with Walker running into mind. But I had to press on. "Danny's not entirely a ghost," I said, getting on with it. "He's also human, and therefore should be allowed to extend his lair outside the Ghost Zone. In the case of Plasmius, we never entered through his portal. Why—"
"Plasmius doesn't count, dearie," the Lunch lady cut in softly. "He was too much trouble to fight past; and besides, there were never many humans near that exit. Phantom," her voice grew hard and loud, eyes and hair flaring, "holds a steadily growing city of meat from us!"
I sighed, "Fine then, if you will not bear in mind his human half—which is just as important as the ghost, mind you—then will you please think of what he did for our world in general?"
"We've discussed that stupid asteroid," Skulker muttered, "And we've come to the conclusion that we have no debt to pay him—we did most of the work, after all."
Johnny 13, presumably asleep until now, hesitantly lifted his head, "That's not the only time. Once I helped the kid to keep some sort of ghost-destroying stuff from coming in here. Youngblood was there."
The child-pirate scoffed, "We don't know what that stuff was or what it would do. For all we know it could have been a...a...what's the word?"
"Hoax?" Youngblood's trusted bird offered, bored.
The boy grinned, "Yeah, a hoax!"
I brushed a hand through my hair, "What about Pariah Dark?"
"What about him?" Prince Aragon countered shortly. He had become far more surly after his exile from the nearby medieval kingdom.
"Phantom managed to lock him away," I shrugged. "Do we not owe any gratitude to that?"
Tuffs of laughter came from Technus, "Gratitude? I thought Plasmius was the one who sealed the Coffin of Forever Sleep."
"The halfa fought him," Poindexter countered. "Plasmius just closed it. Danny did all the hard work."
"Because we helped," Ember scowled. "Not to mention that suit. We don't owe him for that, anyway—he didn't do it for us, but for his precious town."
"Does it matter who he did it for?" I snapped, turning on her. "He still stood up and did the work, while we sat by and cowered like injured pups—there was no way we could have won without the support of Danny Phantom."
Ember rocketed to her feet, "I thought you considered yourself a neutral party when it came to the Dipstick!" She glared evenly at me, "You don't care about him—the only thing that bothers you about this is what we intend to do about him!"
"Prove it!" I rebutted, hands taking on a purple color. "You're all speaking nonsense—you have drunk from the insane root and have lost your minds! We can't do this!"
"There is no law against it!" Walker shouted, taking hold of my collar and dragging me away from Ember. "We're perfectly allowed to—"
"To what?!" In a burst of violet light his hands were off of me. I was aware of only the fact that my pupils had vanished, and that my body was vibrating a dangerous shade. "To kill?!"
Poindexter and a few others froze in their race to come to my side, all of those opposed that were prepping for a battle stopped in their tracks. My anger was the only swiftly racing tension left within the room. "You remember what it feels like to truly die," I growled, my voice so constrained and heavy laden with emotion that I was surprised it managed to carry so well. "And now you wish to pass on the favor to a boy? Pathetic. Simply and clearly pathetic."
I growled, and the nearest desk splintered. "You keep thinking that 'getting rid' of his human half and forcing the boy to live within the Zone as a ghost is not only a help for yourselves, but a favor to him! Tell me," I turned to Skulker, "Are you willing to actually take a life? Something you can't replace? Something that won't regenerate after the hunt? Could you honestly do it—remembering your own death?"
I pointed an accusing finger at all of the pale faces I could find, "Pariah Dark never stooped so low. You're nothing but animals—monsters. This is proof!"
A trickle of cool air touched my neck, but I ignored it."Proof that we're nothing more than beasts! We deserve to be hated."My voice had fallen to a harsh whisper, a murmur heard around the realms.
Silence.
I took a deep, condensing breath, returning to stand in front of my seat, "It doesn't matter what I think of Danny Phantom or what he's done. This isn't about him." With all the dignity I could muster, I plopped back down.
There was a moment, perhaps of three seconds, before I felt a rupture of rage, agony, bitterness, and fear explode over my head. After that, I didn't have time to move as the tempest snapped toward its target.
Me.
This is one of those stories where the writer decides to be evil and make you think to discover the what and why. ^^ In cases like this, it's best to let the writer live, despite your decision to just take it out on said author rather than analyze.
I'm in an English class mood, so here are some analyzing questions to ask, if you're interested: Why did the ghosts get angry at this?
What did GW mean by 'this isn't about him'?
Did the ghosts just attack, or did they start to shout?
Why was there a mix of "rage, agony, bitterness, and fear"?
What words did GW use to cause those emotions?
Did the Ghost Writer know he'd get this type of reaction?
If yes, why did the GW say it? If no, what was GW trying to get out of them?
Why on Earth (or, alternatley, the Ghost Zone) would the concept of death frighten a ghost?
Now, if you don't mind, I must flee! I just had these questions running in my head and HAD to voice them. ;) Feel free to ignore. Better yet, feel free to answer!
~Catalyst
p.s. Thanks Amazing Bluie, for editing...again...
