Wow I got a good response from people for this. The grammar sucked cause I wrote and published it in one day, that's a record for me. It was very little descriptive because I just wanted to get it out.
Disclaimer- I don't own Danny Phantom
This is just after she saw Danny
Riley's POV (Glowing necklace girl)
"Calm down Riley, calm down, you don't want your second day all mad, you have a job to do tonight and detection for hitting a guy because he tapped you on the shoulder so calm down. That Danny and Mac have the same eyes but that doesn't mean anything like that trigger crazed, nut case that hurt you and killed Mia, he's probably a good person, Sam seems to like him." I mutter to calm my self as I talk my seat at the back of the room, open my computer and start my entry
Phantom Log 13
This is my 2nd month as a ghost
Pros-Invisibility, flight, intangibility, the green energy rays and shield
Cons-the price, having to go threw that. The memories, it's scary, it haunts me. Also having to watch out for hunters, the Halfa, whatever that is.
Today I mad because those blue eyes where like Mac's, it made me remember NY, the gang fight, the stray bullets as Mia and I tried a short cut through the park as we went home from Jesse's.
I guess I should finally get it to words why I have the crystal that grants me ghost power. My sister, Mia, she was my twin, she was my best friend, and she's gone, mistakes where made she is lost to us.
We were walking home through the park, taking a risk that it was sunset at Central Park, we thought we were save, see we were both fighter, having our kicks and punches synchronized and perfected so it was so simple to stop a mugger that once or twice we actually went out looking for trouble. We did play it safe, we wore our father's NYPD vest under a coat and picked guys we know just had knives didn't have a gun, we played it risky when we knew that they didn't have bullets. This wasn't one of those nights, we were happy, laughing at the jokes said at Jesse's as I repeated them. Across the clearing a gang fight was breaking out and since most of the members were drunk or high, the bullets went in different ways then in each others chests, they hit us, Mia's chest, my shoulder. The paramedics cleaned up the blood and rushed us to the hospital, Mia when into surgery I'm told, and they got it out, but she died of shock and lack of blood. My sister died and I lived, it was unfair and I swore my revenge on them, they took away my sister and my child like innocence, so what if they took away my clean hands after they made bail since their boss was the notorious Roman god and a dirty cop accidentally left the cell unlock so the creeps could go out the back way, I paid that cop under the Roman name. I killed them, in the alleyway behind the PD building, behind my father's office, a block away from where my sister died in the ER, I killed them, a simple blow that caused their hearts exploded from the pressure or the fact that they didn't have hearts and the bend caused the black hole to suck itself in. I left the bodies, they couldn't pin me so I had no fear, I left no finger prints, no weapon, no trace and most cops won't try to pin a murder that might have happened anyway if their own didn't do something stupid and a jury of un-bribed people got on their case. That and the fact that the press would have a field day if someone tried pointed a finger at the commissioner's daughter, the last one standing after the gang killed the other. The press and the people said it was an angel of justice, a guardian of life that did it, that kept it from happening to their families.
"Miss St. Claire, your attention!" my teacher yells, the huge dumb jock, what's his name, Scamper, anyway, snickers. Jerks like that remind me of what happened to them if they did anything to my sister, they would jeer at her long legs or make fun of our hair, how we would just look at each other nod, go back to back and do a the double pain, she would get the gut, I took the shin.
Note to self, hurt him for nostalgia.
Father, mother, and I left NY and came to stay at Uncle Vlad's for a bit and he showed me how I could help the memory of my sister, he gave me the power to save someone else from going through what I did. He gave me the crystal that holds the energy I need to stop arms dealers and drug seller and help people. Mom and Dad moved us to a few hours a way from Vlad so that it wasn't like we were intruding but still close enough. We in quieter area to get away from the memories, but the still haunt us. So I came here to haunt, protect, so no one will die like Mia did, from guns, from violence.
Gods why could that bullet fly at me, why could I have died in her place, why could we take the long way home, but those are questions that only lead to self pity and tears. Be strong, as Mia says. That is my purpose, my destiny, to take guns of the planet, to stop. I guess having the ghost powers will help me avenge my self.
G2g, bird brain lady coming this way.
This was to merely tell why she is doing this and why she has the amulet. If this sucks tell me that and how to make it better. (Proofreading suggestions will be ignored)
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