Chapter
Two:
Breaking in blood
"Hi, Dash."
Danny chided as the boy entered, blancing the tip of the knife in his hand and pushing the back against his other.
"Fenton?" He gasped. "Why do you have a knife? Mrs. Keiths! Mrs. Keiths! Feeenntoons got a weaaapon.."
He sang it proudly and tell all-like, grinning satisfactorily. But his grin quickly fell.
Patters of rain hit the window, and Dannys ridiculously blue eyes began to change. His insane, maniac smile grew and grew and grew. Danny Phantom began to surface...
"Listen, Fenton," Dash
growled nassally, closing his eyes and shaking his head. "I'll
kick your ass later. I have some candy I need to pick
up. Mmkay? Now, if you can find me Mrs...Mrs... Keiths.."
Crackhead
seemed like he was high already. His words where slow and
slurred.
Silence.
"Fenton! I said--"
Danny
whirled around in the chair to face Dash. Just in time for a flash of
lightening to heighten the moments tension to.
Black clothing began to appear instead of the teens attire; white hair instead of black; and the eyes...
Those haunting emerald eyes...
Dannys look was of pure anger;
agression; vengance. Narrowed eyes and pale skin contrasted to the
sounds of the storm. He looked like a maniac in the play of shadow
and light.
"Last words?"
"YOUR A PHSYCO!" He stuttered, falling backwards.
Dannys shadow descended over Dash's body...
Dash let out a muffled scream. His breath smelled badly of liquor, causing Danny to pause.