Candeh- Well, I thought I'd get this chapter done so this story completed! I hope the last chapter was enjoyable for you all. But on the page it seemed really, really short when it was, in fact, like ten pages. Anyways, again, they have this spiff new reply button next to all you r reviews. So, thanks to the handy little button, I don't need to reply to you all here! YAY HOORAY!
But, nevertheless, I can continue...
Chapter 7:
Sam held her breath. The darkness had swallowed them both slowly and she stood, hunched over the ground delicately. The boy's body below her seemed to move stilly. It cooly moved up and down over undraped breathing.
It was then, with a star that she threw herself down and the body, which belonged to her friend, had slumped itself over her body too.
With a heave of hot breath, Sam jumped to her feet. The patient's body slumped and passed out over her chest. She lightly heaved him off herself and speed loudly towards the light switch.
It had been, as she braced herself for her friend's body over the tile, a long time until the lights flickered on and brightened up the room she stood in.
There lay, to her astonishment, lay the infamous Danny Phantom, face down. He had the same body type as her close friend, Danny Fenton, but his hair was snow and white, no longer black. It was, with no doubt, Danny Fenton, she noticed, as the hospital dress had remained over his black spandex, but, as she kneeled down nervously, she spun his face around towards her with her careful hands.
She stared blankly at the face, hurt and scared. In her arms, lay both Danny Fenton and Danny Phantom. It made her shiver and just as she started to bawl, the limp body in her hands started to shake.
"Seizure!" Cried Sam, hopeful to get the attention of an outside nurse working there. "Code 167! We need a doctor in room 316!"
Silence.
Absolute silence.
It wasn't until two blue rings formed around Danny's waist that the changed back to Danny Fenton draped in the hospital dress, that a huge of wind flew thickly in the room. A shadow over stood Sam, who thickly spun around.
"So, young Daniel messed up, as I thought." It was a tall figure, dressed in a white tux. The ghost had black hair, flipped out like two devils ears.
"Who are you?"
"Plasimus." Cried the ghost lamely, "Mind if I borrow this?" He asked, with a little chuckle, as he lifted Danny out of her hands.
And as Danny was quickly lifted from her hands both the ghosts disappeared, leaving Sam alone in the darkness as the newly repaired lights gave way and flickered out.
Danny's eyes opened, he was only half awake, nevertheless, but he remained able to see in front of his face, though it was blurred and watery. In front of his eyes, but not close enough to see clearly, was a white haired man, the back of his long white maine was wrapped tightly in a pony-tail that stood still in the harsh overbearing wind.
"Don't bother." The man said, the voice recognizable. But the sound only continued when he watched Danny's hands fly up and spring to his eyes, in attempt to desperately clear his blurry vision, "It's the drug." He informed the boy.
But Danny had no intention in listening for his hands circled two big bright blue eyes in attempt. It hadn't helped, as the figure had warned him patiently. The man, though still standing still with his hands wrapped around his back, smiled down at Danny, seeming all the more excited to see the teenager suffering. Danny extended two arms to reach in front of his face.
Nothing. He had felt the harsh cold wind ahead of him. It hadn't been until the figure stepped forwards in arms reach that the blind boy felt his face. "Vlad?" Danny asked, sensing the face lines.
And Danny, with his hands, felt the lines loosen. He had frowned, "What makes you so sure, Daniel?"
Besides the fact that you called me 'Daniel', Danny thought quickly, he smiled before he answered with a stiffed laugh, "Your wrinkles give it away." He smiled at the fact to make his old enemy down feeling, but the face was pulled away from his hands.
"Honestly, Daniel, you've decided to make jokes at this moment?"
"What's so particular about this moment?"
When Vlad didn't answer, Danny quieted. He suddenly noticed the wind in the figure ahead of him and his raven hair rushed by his forehead. "Wait, what happened to the mattress?" His had touched the cold cement he was laying down on and the, as instinct, flew to his waist. The tight black spandex ran down his hands as he felt it on his body.
"The mattress is back at Amity Hospital." Vlad answered, tilting his head back. The long little white pony tail in the back had just picked up in the wind, "Where you should be, Daniel." He ignored the sputtered stuttering from his opponent, "Honestly, you can't check yourself out of the hospital." His pale arm flew up to the shocked teenagers forehead, "Aw, you don't feel to well."
Danny scratched his forehead, "I don't?" For a second he had felt a sudden amnesia towards where he'd been before he woke up, but Vlad nodded.
"Nope. Daniel, you feel absolutely horrible!" He pressed down hard on the young boy's forehead with a chuckle. It had been just then when the familiar pain came to his body. He winced and shriveled from his position back to the cold cement.
For being blind, Danny pushed himself up with a half gained strength. He started in a jog, with out gain of his sight and stopped abruptly at God knows where, "Where does this end?" He asked himself, hoping to bump himself into a wall so he could tell where he was; he had the neighborhood almost memorized. If he could find a wall, a ledge, he could guide himself home.
But Danny extended another foot forwards in attempt to keep going, a blind man without his dog. "I wouldn't do that if I were you!" Vlad said quickly, his eyebrows raised. He seemed scared, not wanting, for Danny to take the extra step. His breath was quick, tough and raw, "Don't take the step!"
"Why?" Danny aid, spinning around to the figure's dark blur, "It's the hospital, isn't it? I'm right where I want to be..."
"Or," Vlad said, quicker than normal and the last statement, "It right where you don't want to be." He continued as Danny took the extra step, only to be greeted by a whip of hard stale air.
It was then when the boy's vision broadened. He saw it; below him, the entire town staring up, their eyes mocking and fearful at most. They were huddled around police cars, who in tall voices, yelled up to the two ghosts, "Get down and no one will get..." Hurt? Killed?
"Where are we?" Danny asked, staring down at the perfect vision below him.
"The top of your hospital. And I wouldn't take that extra step." He said, pushing a tiny red button on the top of a electric hand-held box as, for the second he did this Danny Phantom had turned back to helpless Danny Fenton, wobbling his way to stay atop the hospital roof.
"How the hell," He said, still wobbling back and forth to steady himself on the ledge, "did I get on top of the roof?"
"Well," Said the ghost with a snicker towards the absence of a certain goth girl below them, "Samantha Manson is very handy with the needles." The cut on his forearm started to throb, "These things aren't very present, Daniel."
Throb.
"Hm...I'd figured that."
"Well," Vlad said, the heat in his mind rising. He had taken notice of Danny's hospital dress and cringed, "How cute." It had been a joke, for they had always talked first before anything.
Danny's eyes shallowed as he reached behind him closing the back tighter, but he remained silent.
"Okay, now, shall we get started?"
"Get started?"
"There's an audience, Daniel." He moved his eyes towards the people below him, "They all want an encore."
"Encore?"
"Yeah. See, the show," He said with a little laugh, "was bringing you up here. It brought a lot of people out." He sighed, "Danny Fenton...I mean, Phantom is finally taking his downfall." He snickered slowly, "But, seeing as it is, nevertheless, it isn't very fair, now is it?" He asked, shrugging at Danny's human appearance. And, noticing the grim glance at himself, Vlad pushed the red button with a sigh for an absent answer from the teenager.
Danny Fenton stepped forwards more on the ledge of the hospital ceiling to balance himself as two familiar blue rings expanded and grew around his tiny waist. His raven black hair had turned a snowy white shade of white and his two light blue eyes flickered bright green and stayed. He wore no longer the lime green hospital gown, flowing and covered in stuff, but the pair of shiny black spandex remained on his body.
He struggled to get to his feet, but in an instant, he regained some of his lost strength. With a leap, he lunged at Vlad's fingers and pried the silver gleaming remote for his fingers. He stared at the machine questionably.
"What is this?"
Vlad's face cringed slightly and he leaned his body towards Danny, his hot breath in the boy's face, "I wouldn't play with it if I were you..." He blinked, '"It's not a toy."
"It's not?" Danny mimicked the man's blinking as he scratched his head, "You seem to think it is," He said, waving the machine in the air, "You play with this a lot."
Vlad's face fell as if he were hiding something, "Your fourteen, you talk like that?"
Danny snickered as he held the remote far away from his body, "I'm not sure I want to touch this."
Vlad rolled his red eyes, "Your father must teach you that..." He muttered to himself, and in the instant, thought up a plan, "But as I said, it's only a toy." It was, at this time, when he pronounced the word differently
It was at this moment, forgetting his ill feelings, that Danny chucked the remote high off the building and sent it falling thickly to the ground. It had missed the people standing below, but touched the rims of their shoes, sending the remote in tiny pieces. Vlad laughed, "Thank you, Daniel." He threw back his head.
"Welcome?"
It was just then when he felt a pain to his stomach and a hard migraine hit the inside of his head hard. "You?" He had managed to question the glowing man who laughed meanly.
"Well, you know." He added simply. "Like I said," He cackled as Danny clutched his stomach wirily, "It's not a toy."
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