Danny could barely sit up, and he clung to the back of the seat that held his weight as Sam and Tucker listened to his hurried explanation. He begged for his eyes to focus on the host of ghosts now moving in on his sister's obviously exhausted body. He could still picture her writhing in agony from whatever bolt Walker had sent to her through the collar. It had created some sort of static bubble around her, and he guessed that whatever went into that field got zapped.
"Sam," he said as she snapped the Fenton Feeler onto his head, "Is that a really big collar, metal and leather, with a green aura?"
"Yeah," Sam looked out at Jazz. "Why?"
Danny sighed. "Then she can't phase through it as a human. That's probably the same collar he used on me."
"Looks more like a shackle to me," Tucker commented. Sam rolled her eyes. Danny ignored him.
"Is it on?" he asked. Sam nodded as she snapped it into place and helped him stand. He willed his legs to work, grasping the side of the open doorway, watching a thrashing blur that could only be Jazz, struggle weakly against the effects of the collar and the large ghost holding her back by the large chain.
He heard Walker yell..something about the ghosts bringing her in. He didn't quite hear the Warden's words, as he concentrated mostly on focusing to keep his legs beneath him, but decided now would be a good time to interject.
"Wanna bet!" He yelled as loudly as he could (which meant barely above a normal conversation tone), raised a weak hand to the metal band, and flipped the switch. He felt it power up, the familiar, low whistle slowly rising in pitch, and growled in frustration. Time stretched out, and he realized that each second the machine spent charging, meant one less second that Jazz had, and a lot fewer odds that they would escape at all, let alone unscathed.
"HURRY UP!" Danny growled, knowing full well that it wouldn't do any good. He saw Jazz stop struggling, and look up. For those few moments, his eyes obeyed his desperate need to see, and focused.
Glowing green stared into icy blue, and in the eyes of his nosy, know-it all, pushy older sister, he saw something that almost made his heart stop. She'd done this all for him...she'd thrown her own personal safety away just to make sure that he'd get home. It was almost as if he'd zoomed up to her, only to see three combating emotions on her face. Her eyes plead with him to leave while he still could, and yet she smiled happily that he had reached at least relative safety. Last of all, he saw fear. She didn't know what would happen to her, and she didn't know what would happen to them, and it scared her.
For those few moments before the spider-like headband shot it's energy at her, the machine did exactly what it had been made to do. He could see her thoughts and feelings. He knew her precise opinion, and exactly what motivated her... For those moments, he could see directly into her heart (although neither see nor feel could truly describe the experience). That one part of her shone with a brilliance that would put the soon to come light the machine gave off to shame. He could see her soul, riddled with hope, love, sincerity and good intentions.
Then the unnatural, almost unhealthy white light streaked towards her, catching both her and her brother in a light show that caused every soul besides Danny, alive or dead, to turn away, it's brightness shining out like a beacon in the dim glow of the ghost-zone.
The next thing Danny knew, he'd fallen to one knee, and Sam had reached out, preventing him from falling out of the vehicle. He felt her supporting him, and it brought him out of the dark haze that had obscured his vision. Shaking his head, he looked up, and realized he'd only blacked out for a few seconds.
Then her voice broke through the slight fuzziness. "Danny! DANNY! Are you alright!" She almost sounded panicked...which scared him just as much if not more so than anything else that he'd seen that day. Sam got scared, and wary, and worried...but she never panicked. Never.
"Sam," he took ahold of her wrists, willing her to calm down. "I'm fine." He smiled at her in reassurance. "In fact," he reached up, tore the Fenton Feeler from his head, and smiled as he heard it thud onto the seat behind him. Then he turned to face the oncoming hoard with an almost malicious grin and finished the sentence as his eyes glowed green, "I feel great."
