Arrrrrgh.... this is going to be another short chapter. Sorry, and you may have noticed that I no longer promise to write a longer one.... thank you so much to all my reviewers. A few more chapters left... here's chapter 5 from Danny's P.O.V.
I didn't know what had awoken me until I felt the cold seeping through the room. It was freezing; I could see my breath in front of my face.
Wrapping my arm around my rib cage to try and dull the pain, I slid out of bed to grab the blanket folded on the chair by the window. The floor was like ice beneath my feet. I shivered and wrapped the heavy hospital blanket around my shoulders, drawing back the curtains and slumping into the chair. I watched as the lights below flickered out one by one, plunging the city into darkness, and suddenly I felt homesick. I wished that Sam and Tucker were there with me, assuring me that everything would be okay. Even my parents would be a comfort in the complete darkness of the hospital room.
A sudden glow outside my window startled me out of my thoughts. I looked up; only to find the evil grin and glowing crimson eyes of Rith looking through the glass at me. As I watched, horrified, he phased through the window, stopping only inches from where I sat, trembling in the chair. The bile rose in my throat and I swallowed, eliciting another grin from Rith. "Hello, halfling. I've been looking for you"
"What do you want with me?" I managed to choke out. Although I hate to admit it, this one ghost truly frightened me.
"Ah, I believe I've already told you that. You were the halfa that sent my brother away. You took my only family away from me. And now you are going to pay for it." I tried to back away as he came toward me, his clawed hands stretched toward my throat. The chair I was sitting in tipped backward and spilled me onto the cold linoleum, knocking the air out of my lungs.
"You cannot run from me," Rith leered, as he switched to human form. I could tell he was amused by the way I was helplessly trying to scrabble away from him across the smooth tile, struggling for purchase on the creaseless floor. The man had crossed to where I was in two strides, laughing quietly.
I cried out as Rith's heavy, booted foot pressed into my back between my shoulder blades, crushing the air from my lungs and sending a searing pain up and down my spine. He continued to press down, laughing as I groaned. By the time he finally lifted his foot I felt as if my ribs had been driven all the way through my lungs; I struggled to draw every breath. Rith laughed again and kicked me in the side, sending me skittering across the floor. My head collided with the bed frame, and a moment later I felt the blood oozing down the back of my head. My vision swam and the room began to fade as consciousness fled from me. I opened my mouth to call for help, but my cry was cut short as an iron grip wrapped around my throat and lifted me from the floor. As I struggled to breathe, Rith brought his face in close to mine and grinned, his scarlet eyes narrowing happily. "No, no help this time," he whispered, " it is time to accept your fate, ghost- boy. It is time to say good- bye."
I didn't know what had awoken me until I felt the cold seeping through the room. It was freezing; I could see my breath in front of my face.
Wrapping my arm around my rib cage to try and dull the pain, I slid out of bed to grab the blanket folded on the chair by the window. The floor was like ice beneath my feet. I shivered and wrapped the heavy hospital blanket around my shoulders, drawing back the curtains and slumping into the chair. I watched as the lights below flickered out one by one, plunging the city into darkness, and suddenly I felt homesick. I wished that Sam and Tucker were there with me, assuring me that everything would be okay. Even my parents would be a comfort in the complete darkness of the hospital room.
A sudden glow outside my window startled me out of my thoughts. I looked up; only to find the evil grin and glowing crimson eyes of Rith looking through the glass at me. As I watched, horrified, he phased through the window, stopping only inches from where I sat, trembling in the chair. The bile rose in my throat and I swallowed, eliciting another grin from Rith. "Hello, halfling. I've been looking for you"
"What do you want with me?" I managed to choke out. Although I hate to admit it, this one ghost truly frightened me.
"Ah, I believe I've already told you that. You were the halfa that sent my brother away. You took my only family away from me. And now you are going to pay for it." I tried to back away as he came toward me, his clawed hands stretched toward my throat. The chair I was sitting in tipped backward and spilled me onto the cold linoleum, knocking the air out of my lungs.
"You cannot run from me," Rith leered, as he switched to human form. I could tell he was amused by the way I was helplessly trying to scrabble away from him across the smooth tile, struggling for purchase on the creaseless floor. The man had crossed to where I was in two strides, laughing quietly.
I cried out as Rith's heavy, booted foot pressed into my back between my shoulder blades, crushing the air from my lungs and sending a searing pain up and down my spine. He continued to press down, laughing as I groaned. By the time he finally lifted his foot I felt as if my ribs had been driven all the way through my lungs; I struggled to draw every breath. Rith laughed again and kicked me in the side, sending me skittering across the floor. My head collided with the bed frame, and a moment later I felt the blood oozing down the back of my head. My vision swam and the room began to fade as consciousness fled from me. I opened my mouth to call for help, but my cry was cut short as an iron grip wrapped around my throat and lifted me from the floor. As I struggled to breathe, Rith brought his face in close to mine and grinned, his scarlet eyes narrowing happily. "No, no help this time," he whispered, " it is time to accept your fate, ghost- boy. It is time to say good- bye."