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It was all Danny could do to keep any consciousness at all, as the ghost zone seemed to meld and blend monotonously. He didn't dare close his eyes, for fear that he would fall asleep...and who knew if he'd be able to wake up. Without Jazz there...
Walker kept quiet the entire time, except for the occasional menacing grunt to other ghosts...or at least that's what Danny assumed. He had a hard time focusing on anything as they passed, but he knew where they were headed...the ghost penitentiary.
He didn't know how long it took for them to arrive, it seemed like minutes and yet days at the same time. He started to sing songs, remember Lancer's stupid poetry, how to draw 'Doomed' character armor, the newest upgrades to the popular internet game, even what his father had started to say about ghosts and their inventions...anything to keep him concentrating and focused. Anything that would keep him awake.
He almost welcomed when Walker jerked his chain, and they came to a stop in front of the large, ghost building. The gates opened, and went through security procedures almost in a blur. Danny tried his best to stay awake, but he felt his consciousness slipping from him. It seemed that whenever he was about to escape the entire situation into the welcoming blackness of sleep, Walker would jerk him, just right...just enough to keep him awake. The last time this happened, the large ghost threw Danny on the floor of his office. He landed there with an oaf, but didn't move after that, as his labored breathing and weakness still jabbing at him.
"Do you like it?" the large ghost asked. "I've made upgrades, so no human can get in or out of here without my permission. Do you know how hard it is to find this kind of brick, punk?" he patted the wall gently. "You can't phase through it as a human, or a ghost. What do you think of that?" Danny didn't answer. How was it supposed to make him feel? Happy? But despite all of the frustration that Walker seemed determined to put him through, he could barely find the strength to finally rise to his knees. The other being didn't notice.
"I finally got you back, Ghost Boy!" He cackled loudly at the figure now glaring up at him.
"Why..." Danny asked, struggling to get the words out, "why...do you...want me back here...so badly?"
The ghost grinned maniacally. "You still owe me a 1,000 year sentence, punk. I never forget anyone who breaks the rules."
"What...gives you...the right to do...this?" Danny asked, still glaring up at the ghost.
"I chose this part of the ghost zone to organize. I hate chaos, punk. Chaos that kids like you cause," he thrust his finger forward again. Danny was getting tired of this...of course he just plain felt tired and the ghost Jailor wasn't helping. Still, what Walker said hit something inside him. The White-clad jailor hit a button on his desk. "I'll take him down there myself," he said, and then grabbed Danny by the scruff of the neck, and dragged him into the hallway.
"I'm not a ghost anymore," Danny managed to get out. "I'm not half ghost..." Walker had just thrust him into the courtyard, when he stopped and looked at the teenager.
"What?" he asked.
Danny took a deep breath and glared up at Walker again. "I'm not half ghost anymore," he said. "I don't have any powers...and I'm sick because of it...okay?"
"Why should I believe you, punk?" Walker threw Danny down near the wall. "I'll let someone else take you to the rest of your life, and the sentence you owe me." He turned and began to walk away, when Danny's voice stopped him.
"No."
He turned and faced the teen, who had grabbed onto the wall, and was now trying desperately to hoist himself onto his shaking legs.
"What did you say, punk?" It took every last ounce of strength that Danny had to stand, even leaning heavily on the wall, but stand he did.
"You're wrong," the raven haired teen turned his icy blue eyes towards Walker defiantly. "I don't owe you anything."
Walker growled and stepped towards him. "You broke the rules–"
"Sure," Danny interrupted softly, still too weak to even raise his voice above a normal conversation volume. "I did something BEFORE you made up the rule, and I didn't know about your law anyway."
Walker clenched his fist and continued walking towards Danny. "Like I told you, punk! Ignorance of the law is no excuse for breaking it!"
"You're right," Danny struggled to keep his legs under him, firmly. "It's not an excuse, it's a reason. How can someone follow a rule, they know nothing about, enforced by a cop who makes "rules"up as he goes? How many times have you arrested someone for something as dumb as whistling?" He gasped, the fatigue starting to ware on him, but he continued. "Ghosts will fear you, Walker. What other choice do they have? But they will never know which rules to follow. They can never really obey you. That's not the order you seem to want so badly...it's chaos. And you..." he gasped, "are the one enforcing it." With these words, Danny fell to his knees, clenching his eyes shut, and breathing heavily. Several guards along the wall of the open courtyard had stopped and watched the two trying to stare each other down. A few even cheered when Danny fell, and no one noticed the faded blur of blue and maroon racing in their direction.
Walker now stood towering over the teenager's fallen form. What energy Danny had had, now faded away and the blackness began to creep over his vision. He felt so tired...so tired.
"Now you listen to me, punk!" He grabbed Danny by his collar and held him up, dangling. "You–"
"HEY!" If Danny could find any strength to move his head, he would have, but his mind finally gave out, and he tumbled into sleep. He missed the surprised look on Walker's face as Jasmine Fenton came barreling at them. Before he lost consciousness, he vaguely heard the welcoming, familiar voice continue. "STAY AWAY FROM MY BROTHER!"
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