Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom (BUT I WANT TO), Jack, Maddie, Jazz, Tucker, or Sam.
Spoilers: You WISH!
Note: There's some pretty twisted stuff coming up later on in the story. If you don't like blood and violence, don't read!!!! Also, I want to thank everyone who's reviewed my story so far, and remind you that the more reviews I get, the more inspired I'll be and the more I'll write. I do accept criticism; it Is my opinion that it is what makes a story good. If anything needs fixing, let me know. Thanx!
Chapter 3
The sun had barely risen when Tucker and Sam arrived at the hospital the next morning. Danny was already awake, sitting back against the bed with pillows propped under him. His breakfast tray lay untouched on the rolling table beside him, to which Tucker immediately helped himself. Sam rolled her eyes and pulled a chair to Danny's bedside, crossing her legs and folding her hands neatly in her lap. Danny laughed and hit her with a pillow, grinning, but the grin soon turned into a grimace. "God, my ribs are killing me," he complained.
"Well, considering that most of them are broken, that's to be expected." Dr. Moorhead had just walked into the room. "Your family is coming to visit today, Mr. Fenton."
"Oh great, another lecture- fest from Jazz. 'Now you've learned you lesson about walking in the street at night!' What a nightmare." Danny's voice had suddenly become falsely cheery, but if the doctor noticed, he didn't let on. "They'll be here around 11," he said as he left, taking the empty breakfast tray with him.
"Danny?" Sam put her hand on his arm, "If you don't want to talk about... you know... you don't have to. We could just hang out for today." Danny swallowed and nodded gratefully.
The trio played cards until 11, then while Danny visited with his family, Sam and Tucker went to grab lunch.
"Jeez. I didn't know it would be so hard for him to talk about," Tucker voiced as they slid into a booth at McDonald's. "He really looked relieved when you said he didn't have to."
"Yeah. I just figured it wouldn't be a good topic to bring up after last night." Sam watched, a little disgusted, as Tucker dug into his double- cheeseburger, splattering ketchup all over the table. "I think, though, that we should hear more after lunch. Danny really needs this off of his chest so he can get better. I'm sure he doesn't want to miss the first day of sophomore year."
Tucker shoved the rest of his burger into his mouth and wadded up the wrapper, tossing it into the trash can across the room effortlessly. "Come on," he said, "let's go back."
Sam and Tucker got back to the hospital around 2 in the afternoon. Danny was dozing lightly, propped up against the pillows. When the door clicked shut, his eyes flew open and he looked wildly around for a moment before settling back in. "You guys scared me!" he said, a false smile plastered on his face. Sam noticed that there were tears in his eyes. "I guess you wanna hear more?"
"Only if you're up to it," Tucker replied, throwing himself into the chair and going rigid as it flew backward into the wall. Sam and Danny laughed, earning a glare from their friend.
"I guess I'm okay with it, but this is going to be the hardest part for me."
"That's okay," Sam whispered, putting her hand on his arm to comfort him. Danny took a deep breath and continued his tale.
Morgan had been Rith's maid for 4 years, ever since she was nine years old. Her parents said they had decided that she was old enough to find a job around the neighborhood to start saving for college, but she knew it was just an excuse to get her out of their hair. She didn't mind though; she hated them too. The truth was, she had a big secret, and her inability to tell them was eating her up inside. She had no friends; she was home- schooled, so that option was closed to her as well.
It had happened one stormy night. She was talking to her grandmother when lightning struck the telephone pole. When she awoke in the hospital three days later, well..... A month later her parents died in an avalanche on their vacation, and she had lived with Rith ever since. She was perfectly aware of what he was, and she knew that in the common household one dusted instead of wiping up ectoplasm all the time, but it suited her just fine.
Morgan was used to the rules of the house; be quiet, clean it right the first time, and when you move something put it back where you got it, but Rith had recently added a new one to the list. She was no longer allowed in the east wing of the house. It was her favorite place, dark and silent, completely hidden under the earth. Sarina the tiger called the dark wing her home, and often curled up with the girl when she went there to read.
So when this new rule was posted on the 'list', curiosity soon got the best of her, and she decided to do some snooping.
The chamber was lit with the dim, flickering fire of the torches, throwing everything into sharp contrast. Sarina came to greet Morgan as she entered, but gave a warning hiss, as if telling her to keep quiet. The tiger began walking into the gloom. When Morgan didn't follow, she turned back and opened her mouth to yowl.
"No, no, don't, I'm coming." The girl followed the cat deep into the darkness, toward the middle of the room. All of a sudden a shape loomed out of the darkness above her, and Morgan had to suppress a scream
Spoilers: You WISH!
Note: There's some pretty twisted stuff coming up later on in the story. If you don't like blood and violence, don't read!!!! Also, I want to thank everyone who's reviewed my story so far, and remind you that the more reviews I get, the more inspired I'll be and the more I'll write. I do accept criticism; it Is my opinion that it is what makes a story good. If anything needs fixing, let me know. Thanx!
Chapter 3
The sun had barely risen when Tucker and Sam arrived at the hospital the next morning. Danny was already awake, sitting back against the bed with pillows propped under him. His breakfast tray lay untouched on the rolling table beside him, to which Tucker immediately helped himself. Sam rolled her eyes and pulled a chair to Danny's bedside, crossing her legs and folding her hands neatly in her lap. Danny laughed and hit her with a pillow, grinning, but the grin soon turned into a grimace. "God, my ribs are killing me," he complained.
"Well, considering that most of them are broken, that's to be expected." Dr. Moorhead had just walked into the room. "Your family is coming to visit today, Mr. Fenton."
"Oh great, another lecture- fest from Jazz. 'Now you've learned you lesson about walking in the street at night!' What a nightmare." Danny's voice had suddenly become falsely cheery, but if the doctor noticed, he didn't let on. "They'll be here around 11," he said as he left, taking the empty breakfast tray with him.
"Danny?" Sam put her hand on his arm, "If you don't want to talk about... you know... you don't have to. We could just hang out for today." Danny swallowed and nodded gratefully.
The trio played cards until 11, then while Danny visited with his family, Sam and Tucker went to grab lunch.
"Jeez. I didn't know it would be so hard for him to talk about," Tucker voiced as they slid into a booth at McDonald's. "He really looked relieved when you said he didn't have to."
"Yeah. I just figured it wouldn't be a good topic to bring up after last night." Sam watched, a little disgusted, as Tucker dug into his double- cheeseburger, splattering ketchup all over the table. "I think, though, that we should hear more after lunch. Danny really needs this off of his chest so he can get better. I'm sure he doesn't want to miss the first day of sophomore year."
Tucker shoved the rest of his burger into his mouth and wadded up the wrapper, tossing it into the trash can across the room effortlessly. "Come on," he said, "let's go back."
Sam and Tucker got back to the hospital around 2 in the afternoon. Danny was dozing lightly, propped up against the pillows. When the door clicked shut, his eyes flew open and he looked wildly around for a moment before settling back in. "You guys scared me!" he said, a false smile plastered on his face. Sam noticed that there were tears in his eyes. "I guess you wanna hear more?"
"Only if you're up to it," Tucker replied, throwing himself into the chair and going rigid as it flew backward into the wall. Sam and Danny laughed, earning a glare from their friend.
"I guess I'm okay with it, but this is going to be the hardest part for me."
"That's okay," Sam whispered, putting her hand on his arm to comfort him. Danny took a deep breath and continued his tale.
Morgan had been Rith's maid for 4 years, ever since she was nine years old. Her parents said they had decided that she was old enough to find a job around the neighborhood to start saving for college, but she knew it was just an excuse to get her out of their hair. She didn't mind though; she hated them too. The truth was, she had a big secret, and her inability to tell them was eating her up inside. She had no friends; she was home- schooled, so that option was closed to her as well.
It had happened one stormy night. She was talking to her grandmother when lightning struck the telephone pole. When she awoke in the hospital three days later, well..... A month later her parents died in an avalanche on their vacation, and she had lived with Rith ever since. She was perfectly aware of what he was, and she knew that in the common household one dusted instead of wiping up ectoplasm all the time, but it suited her just fine.
Morgan was used to the rules of the house; be quiet, clean it right the first time, and when you move something put it back where you got it, but Rith had recently added a new one to the list. She was no longer allowed in the east wing of the house. It was her favorite place, dark and silent, completely hidden under the earth. Sarina the tiger called the dark wing her home, and often curled up with the girl when she went there to read.
So when this new rule was posted on the 'list', curiosity soon got the best of her, and she decided to do some snooping.
The chamber was lit with the dim, flickering fire of the torches, throwing everything into sharp contrast. Sarina came to greet Morgan as she entered, but gave a warning hiss, as if telling her to keep quiet. The tiger began walking into the gloom. When Morgan didn't follow, she turned back and opened her mouth to yowl.
"No, no, don't, I'm coming." The girl followed the cat deep into the darkness, toward the middle of the room. All of a sudden a shape loomed out of the darkness above her, and Morgan had to suppress a scream