Danny
"Wake," a voice commanded.
It took me a moment to recognize the voice as Freakshow's. I was groggy, and I couldn't think straight. Eventually, my senses came into focus, and I managed to open my eyes. There was something hard strapping my ankles and wrists to something much harder. I glanced around and found that there were stone shackles around each of my limbs, strapping me to a large stone wall. I was in a red room made of red rock and filled with fire. I looked to be inside of a stone gazebo, and there was a large, red, rock ball in front of me, and the smoke coming off of the fires smelled strange. It didn't smell like regular smoke. It had an odd sort of sweet scent to it. It was enjoyable. Almost like lavender or something. But no matter how pleasant it smelled, I knew it was dangerous. Freakshow's power was always pleasant while you were in it.
"It took him long enough to wake up," another voice said. It belonged to Walker.
"It's this place," Freakshow explained, the two of them coming into view. "No ghost can maintain themselves here."
The red staff in Freakshow's hand instantly caught my attention. I shook my head and looked away from it. I might not know where I am, but I did know what that staff was capable of. I was not going to let him control me without a fight.
An impact sounded and something hard wrapped itself around my forehead, straightening my gaze, but I didn't dare open my eyes.
"Oh, please, Phantom," Walker's voice mocked. "I think we've already established that we can force you to do what we want."
What's going on? One minute, I was screaming at Walker to stop, and the next...I...I think I'm remembering.
The memories of that red chamber and Walker and Freakshow were spotty, but they were coming, one after the other. And it wasn't just what happened with them. It was everything all at once. It was so overwhelming. I could distantly tell that I was unconscious, but my heart was beating faster and faster as more and more memories flew at me. When Vlad first introduced me to my power, all I had to do was prompt it, and the power sprang forward on its own. It was natural as long as I didn't try to force it. I made myself take a deep breath and let it out slowly, allowing the memories to come and not trying to wrangle their flow under control.