Goodbye to You
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Chapter 14: Playoff Match Begins
The cold air of the March night swept over the football field. The goalposts stood tall and unmoving against the backdrop of darkness. The bleachers, once full of cheering fans, now stood with the whispering winds flowing through the spaces as a chilling alternative. Clouds had rolled in front of the moon, blocking its light from bathing the area. All in all, this place changed dramatically in the night. The huge lights that would stream their blinding beams onto the field had now been shut off. And any sing of human life in this place at a time like this was very unheard off. All for one student, who was sitting on a vacant bench and tossing a football into the air. That person was none other then the star football player of the school named Dash.
Dash was pretty much having the worst moments of his life in the past three days. It all started with his one of his favorite letter jackets getting destroyed. Okay, so that was something he really shouldn't have really been incredibly pissed off about. There were still two other matters that had hit him hard. The first was the death of a former member of the popular group called Valerie. Then, before he could practically blink, his best friend Kwan was found bleeding from a hole in his chest. After hearing this, he just walked out of his house and came here, where he had been for two hours. He wasn't feeling sad, for in his head, guys like him don't have the need for that. Instead, his sadness was now personified as anger. He was angry at his torment. He was angry about his friend's deaths. And, most of all, he was angry at this entire thing happening without time for him to put it together. 'I just feel so pissed,' he thought, 'I am going to unload on the next guy I see.'
Dash would probably get his wish, for at this moment, Danny was just about to enter the field. He stood at the edge and looked down at the darkened stretch of grass that lay in front of him. The minute he stepped into this place, his life would change forever. First off, he would confront Vlad in one last fight to the finish. And then….we'll, the next plan was to get it out of here. He would take a long trip to rethink over his life. To think of all the actions he took and whether they were just or not. He would leave behind a so many things that he once cared for but now had other dealings. His parent, whom he cared for but now were after his ghost half. His best friend Tucker, who now hated him for what he had committed. His sister Jazz, who had tried to take him down. And most of all, their was Sam, the girl hew had discovered feelings for, and yet he knew they probably could never last. His life had been all but completely messed up. And now, he would began a new life.
'Well,' he thought,' I hope I can work this out when its all over.' He the lifted his foot up and moved it across the chalk line in the ground. He then planted it firmly into the grass. He stood still then for a few moments, as if waiting for something to strike him down. Yet, the only thing there was the wind whistling and blowing against the guy standing there and looking stupid.
"No turning back now," he said to himself then as he walked down the field and headed for the goal post at the end.
Dash was continuing his pointless throwing when he heard footsteps. He let the ball drop to the grass and he stood straight up. He focused his eyes to see a dark silhouette of a person walking down the field. "Perfect. Time for my anger management," he said a she pounded his right hand into his left palm. He was now really upset. He didn't care if whoever coming was armed. All he really cared about was using this guy as own punching bag to vent out his ever-growing pain.
Danny, who had now made it halfway down the field, also stopped suddenly when he heard a noise to the side eof him. His eyes, also hindered by the darkness, allowed him to see the outline of a huge figure a few feet away from him.
"Who is that?" he asked.
"This is just my day, Danny," Dash said as he walked over to him.
Danny shook his head upon recognizing the voice and seeing him walk up to him. "I don't want to mess with you today."
"Oh, but I do," Dash said as he stood over Danny.
"Don't be such a prick, Danny stated.
"Big words coming from a guy who I'm about to drive into the ground," Dash replied.
"What did I do to you now?' Danny asked.
"Lets just say that I'm in a bad mood," Dash said.
"Look, everything that happened doesn't give you a right to go ballistic on everyone you see," Danny said.
"This is my only method of working out my problems," Dash stated as he fixed his gaze on Danny's head and thought of the image of him pounding away at it," so, before I beat you into the next life, you have any last words?"
Danny turned his head away and laughed slightly. He then said," Yeah, I got some. I'm sorry that you have to be the biggest asshole in the entire country and then some."
"You bastard," Dash said as he lifted his hand up and brought it swiftly down towards Danny's head. But, out of nowhere, Danny caught the fist. Dash then saw a flash of light suddenly erupt from Danny's body. Danny then turned his head to meet Dash's and he could see that Danny's eyes had become a bright green color that seemed to pierce blanket of darkness.
Danny then twisted Dash's arm so violently that his lower arm completely disconnected from his elbow. Dash yelled out at the feeling of his bones breaking away from each other. Danny then delivered a powerful kick right into his stomach. Dash was knocked off his feet and knocked violently a few feet away from Danny. As he fell to the ground, he began to cough violently at having the wind knocked out of him. He then watched with utter fear as the green eyes began to move towards him.
"What the hell is going on?" He asked.
"Looks like you aren't high and mighty anymore," Danny said as he looked down at Dash. He then raised his foot over Dash's head, ready to bring it down and crush him. But, when he finally got a look at Dash's face, and really saw that fear in his eyes, he put his foot down to his head. He then backed away from the quivering body of Dash.
"What am I doing?" he asked as he continued to look at Dash. He was about to kill someone. And this time, it wasn't going to be an accident. These ghost powers were slowly becoming a curse. They were like his own personal murder weapon, in his opinion. He was killing on the outside and it was slowly killing him on the inside. Had he really reached a point where he was going to go crazy and just murder at random? He really wasn't going to have time to think this over though. For the stadium lights now mysteriously turned on, shining their glaring beams onto the field and illuminated it fully. Danny then saw blue mist rise from his mouth, allowing him to figure out who had done this.
He then heard clapping coming from behind some bleachers. He turned towards the opening between them to see a familiar figure appear from them. He was wearing a white and black jumpsuit, a flowing white cape, and black gloves and boots. His face was a light blue, his hair was a very dark black, and glaring red eyes. His stopped his clapping then and said," Come on, Danny. Finish him off. I want to see if you still have it in you."
"I don't have that kind of thing in me," Danny said.
"Really? And what you did to him was an accident?" Vlad asked as he motioned over to Dash.
"This is getting really messed up!" he yelled. He slowly got up, his left arm holding up his now crippled right arm, and began to run off as fast as he could. Vlad then raised his hand and fired off a disk shaped energy blast. It quickly sho0t forward and sliced right through Dash's neck. His head went flying of and dropped to the round. The body also fell forward and leaked fresh blood from the stump where the head had been.
"You son of a bitch! Why did you do that!" Danny yelled at Vlad.
"Come now, Danny. This is a private fight and I don't want to waste my skills on police or other people."
"At least you have some conscience left in you."
"It's not what you call conscience as so much as target practice."
"Are you going to rant all day or we going to get this underway?" Danny asked.
"Wanting to kill me so fast?" Vlad asked. "Looks like you did pick up something in your little crisis."
"I am not a murderer. Killing Valerie was not part of my agenda. However, you have done a lot of things that can't be forgiven."
"You'll never learn."
As Vlad said this, he then moved with incredible speed straight at Danny and delivered a blow to the stomach. Danny was hit hard as Vlad then went in for a kick across his head. Danny slid under this and came back with an uppercut to Vlad's chin. Vlad countered back with a backhand swing that Danny easily blocked. Danny moved in with a shoulder charge then, but Vlad jumped to the side. He then propelled himself off the ground and grabbed Danny. With Danny in a lock, he threw him into the bleachers. Danny had little time to chance to do the speed at which he was thrown and hit them hard. The steel bent backwards as soon as he made contact with them.
Vlad then fired off a red energy beam at Danny then. Danny quickly turned invisible, allowing the beam to shot through him. He leapt to the ground and retaliated with a green energy beam. Vlad materialized a red mirror in front of him, causing the beam to bounce back right at Danny. Danny knocked the beam aside with his hand. The beam shot to Vlad's side and left a smoldering hole where it hit.
"Impressive, young Daniel," Vlad stated as he dematerialized his reflective shield," you're skills have greatly improved. I think I'm actually panting now."
"Looks look you're getting old," Danny remarked.
"I'm just not used to this kind of method anymore. I prefer something a little more…civilized." Vlad then raised his arms out to his side. A red orb then formed around his closed fist and a red blade expanded from it. "I don't believe you can do that."
"Don't worry. I can," Danny stated as he activated his own green blade. Vlad just smiled then as a red blade then formed on his other hand. "Okay, I can't do that."
"I should expect less from you."
Meanwhile, while these two great fighters, another was in a battle of her own. Sam was wiping away the tears that had originally fallen from her eyes like raindrops. It was official. Danny and Sam, longtime friends, had no finally realized their love for each other. Her heart was now just overflowing with this feeling. However, Danny's affections were another story. He was gone. He told her not to continue this love for him. He didn't want her to die from her compassion for him. Yet, she wanted this love to stay in her heart, She didn't want it to die. She put the moist tissue she had used down on the bureau and stared into the mirror.
'Do I spend my life waiting for a love that could never return? Or do I give up this love I feel and just forget about him?' She thought, almost expecting her reflection to answer. But, all she could think about in her mind was that kiss. Her first one and she were thankful that it was with him. Their two bodies holding each other, their lips locked in place, their breath going into each other's bodies from one another. Her head was racing with all of this, making her want to pass out. She moved to her window, opened it, and stuck her head out. As she breathed in the late night air and stared out over the city, she knew that the only thing she wanted now was to see Danny.
Then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a bright light. She turned her whole head over to the source to get a better look. She identified the great light as that coming from the football field. It wasn't the season for games to start playing, so there must be a cause for it. Then, like electricity striking her, she remembered Danny saying he as going to battle Vlad for a final time. That must be the location. She then remembered Danny telling he wouldn't tell her as to not endanger her.
"I love him. And that is all he needs to know as to why I am going after him."
She moved her head out of thew window and hurried for the door. She then stopped, thinking that she should get some help. She grabbed her phone and started to dial the Fentons. She heard the ring and waited for someone to pick up, but she just got the machine. Parents must still be out chasing him. She only one more number to try, and that was Tucker's.
Tucker was asleep at this time, but shot straight up as his cell phone sent out a piercing ring from his bedside table. He picked it up and folded it out quickly.
"What is it?" he said sharply at having his peaceful sleep disturbed.
"Someone's cranky," Sam replied to his comment.
"Sam?"
"Yes, it's me. Listen. Danny's fighting Vlad."
"Call me when it's something important."
"Don't you care that Danny is in trouble?"
"I could care less."
"This is about Valerie, isn't it?"
"I still can't believe that Danny did that? I just…"
"This isn't about her death. Your just jealous that Danny accidentally got your so called potential girlfriend killed."
"Sam, it's not like…"
"It is! He's your friend, and if that's the reason you hate him, then you are the biggest, selfish piece of crap to ever walk to Earth. Now, I'm going to get Danny down at the football field. I suggest you think this over and decide whether to stand by your friend like I am going to do or just be like you are, just all about yourself."
She hit the end button on the phone and slammed it on the stand. She headed again to the door but ran back over to her bureau. She grabbed Danny' hoody from the bureau and slid it on.
"He wouldn't forget it this time," she stated as she went out the door and to Danny.
Sam is off to be with her love. But, will this battle be in Danny's favor or in Vlad's? Find out in Chapter 15!