Chapter 1 Numeral
"Danny, have you done your homework yet?" called Jazz, shouting from the stairs. There was no reply. "Danny?" Jazz walked up the stairs, listening for anything suspicious.
Danny and I sat in the Nasty Burger, listening to Tucker, our friend, ramble on and on about his PDA. What did we care?
"Sorry Tucker, I have to be somewhere Other than here. Listening to you." I replied, waklking away.
"Sam, you know that hurts my feeling when you don't listen to my advice on electronics." replied Tucker, giving me the puppy dog eyes.
"Seriously Tucker. I will probably never own a PDA or a palmpilot," I said.
"But, but, electronics are my thing," he said tearfully.
"And goth is my thing, but you don't see me talking about black. Do You?"
"Well, no." he replied, knowing he was defeated.
Danny just sat there, saying nothing, not butting in or anything.
That's odd. I thought. He usually has at least something to say, even if it is an idiotic remark. Boy, he's cute. Sad, he'll never know how I feel about him. Thing is I'll never tell him. Idiot.
"Did you say something, Sam?" asked Danny.
"No, I didn't say a thing." I looked at him oddly.
"Sam, think something, about something, anything!" He replied raising his voice.
Danny is really nice
His light blue eyes flashed.
"So, you think I'm really nice. That's always nice to know," he replied smiling.
I looked him, a twisted look on my face.
"How did you know I thought that?" I asked bewildered.
Crud, what if he could read into my mind and... This is bad.
"Why is that bad, Sam?"
Suddenly, I was focused on Danny, again.
"Why is that bad?" he repeated.
"How are you doing this? How are you reading my mind?"
"It, must be a new power! Awesome!" cheered Danny
"Danny, not ..."
My voice trailed away, as I looked out the window. A masive figure stood right in the window, his red eyes piercing through me, my heart missing beats.
"Where is this ghost boy, the one who is half human, half ghost? Tell me, girl." he commanded
I stumbled for breath, it felt as if he could just took away all air that filled my lungs.
"I, I, dddoo," I struggled to speak.
"Speak!" he commanded.
"I don't know," I replied weakly.
Suddenly, I was looking into the eyes of death, and the face of pure evil. He had me under his enormous feet.
"Let her go," replied Danny in ghost form.
"Ghost boy, nice to meet you. Ember, a friend of mine, sent me to do this."
Danny looked confused.
Then, the massive figure punched Danny in the face, sending him flying.
Danny recovered quickly.
"I am Numeral, your worst nightmare."
He hit Danny again.
This time, he didn't recover.