Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom
Authors Note: For the past week or so I have been in an all out war with writers block. I have re-wrote this chapter a couple of times, so just go with it. It's short, I know.
Chapter 6: Fading Into Darkness
Dash was nervous. He had never seen anybody in a coma before. He was also at the same time curious. He didn't know how he would react.
No one was in the room when he entered, save the comatose boy. Dash looked around the room. It was an average looking single patient room. They only thing that stood out was the respirator. Chills spread down Dash's spine as he stared at the life support equipment.
Dash didn't want to be left on life support and he didn't see why any one would want to be on it or put anyone on it.
He glanced at the boy. Tears started to form in his eyes, but he held them back.
"I'm sorry Fenton." He stuttered. "For everything. I really didn't mean all that horrible stuff I said to you."
"Honestly, I was jealous." Dash sighed.
"You had everything. A wonderful, yet weird, family. Great friends, which I never have had, and one of those friends really likes you. Why can't you see that?" Dash looked at the boy he, about a week ago, had shoved into a locker. Not out of hatred, but out of jealously.
Unfortunately Dash's little visit was cut short as the room seemed to get colder. Dash shiver as he turned around. He let out a small squeal as he saw what had appeared behind him. It was that ghost that had attacked him and Danny Phantom.
Dash was out for the room before you could say 'going ghost'.
Skulker let out a small chuckle as he saw the human's reaction. Then he turned his attention back to the task at hand; to finally rest the ghost boy's pelt at the foot of his bed.
"This will be very easy." Skulker presided to Danny's beside.
"Soon ghost boy, your pelt will be at the foot of my bed." A large, and sharp glowing green blade extruded from Skulker's left are.
Skulker's happy thoughts of pelts were interrupted by a very angry voice. "Don't touch a hair on his head!" The voice boomed.
Skulker turned around and saw none other then his employer, Vlad Plasmius, floating in front of him in all his glory.
"Why do you even care?" Skulker spat.
"Because!" Vlad barked as he flew towards Skulker, turning both of them intangible and flewout of the hospital.
Before long, metal body armor parts littered the street. Several cars had considerable amount of body damage for Skulker's fallen suit.
Vlad flew to the Fenton's, thankful that they had turned off there ghost detecting devices, and flew into the Ghost Zone.
He found a nice sized cage to hold Skulker in until he found another use for the pitiful excuse of a hunter. Vlad never would destroy any of his 'pwans' unless they would become a threat, Skulker was no threat.
Vlad did have a reason for not wanting harm to come to the boy. He still wanted Danny to be his apprentice. He also didn't want Maddie, the love of his life, to feel the pain of losing a child. Everyone in the Ghost Zone knew not to do any serious harm to Danny, save Skulker, or else they would have to deal with the other halfa. Vlad was fuming. He was nagry, and upset. No was supposed to hurt his future son, except for him of course.
There was one question that was eating away at Vlad.
Who did it?
Just as Vlad was going through the list of possible culprits, his ghost sense went off. He had trained his ghost sense to only go off when ghost's that he did not know showed up.
Vlad raised an eyebrow. He turned around, and laid his eyes upon…..
He was in a long dark hallway. There was no sign of life anywhere around him. He yelled at the top of his lungs but no one answered. He ran in all directions looking for an exit. He could never find any. Where was he?
He sat,IndianStyle,in the deafening silence which seemed to last forever until he heard her voice. It was like a little slice of heaven. He heard her voice. He called out to her, tryed to answer, but she must not have heard him.
He only heard the voice a few times, and each time the voice seemed to fade. Ever so slowly it seemed to get farther and farther away. He tried to reach out to the voice, but he never could find it. He would wander aimlessly through his new 'prison' looking for the owner of the voice. He searched through the darkness, but came to no avail.
With each passing moment, it seemed that his new world was fading. Growing more and more dark. It was getting harder, and harder to see. He was getting nervous, searching for some sort of exit or at least some source of light.
The more he stayed in the 'limbo' land, the more he felt confined. He felt like the world around him was becoming smaller and smaller.
He waited for that soothing voice to return, he needed that voice to return. Gosh how he missed the owner of the voice.
Then he saw a light, it was faint, but it was a light. It seemed to be calling to him, beckining him to come closer. He walked towards the light. It got brighter and brighter as he approched it. It was calling him.
He put his touched the light. A wonderful sensation swept through him. He felt no pain, no worry, he...he felt happy. The light was good, it had to be.
'Wait!' he thought. 'In all the movies you are not supposed to go into the light.' He turned and stared at the opposite direction of the wonder light, to the darkness. He took a deep breathe and headed back into the darkness. The wonderful light faded, as he faded into the darkness.
To be concluded…
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