(Posted two tonight. Make sure you check.)
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Frost sparkled on the pan, catching the overhead lights in the kitchen.
"How..." breathed Jack, eyes as wide and round as tennis balls.
Just as frozen as the pan was Danny, who had, reflexively, tried to catch the pan when Jack knocked it off the stove and, just as reflexively, frozen it when it proved to be burning hot. He wasn't even breathing.
He flinched when Jack put the end of the ecto-pistol against his forehead.
"What have you done with my son, spook?" he demanded, voice colder than any ice Danny could summon.
"I- I am your son. Please, Dad-" He broke off as Jack twitched. One of the tiles under his feet creaked, Danny's temperature plummeting as his fear rose.
"You," said Jack, "what are-" A sharp crack split the air, and both Danny and Jack reacted, Jack firing and Danny phasing through the floor.
He would not stop running until he reached Vlad's house.
In his wake, he left only a broken tile, cracked by ice.