Be very happy…I do these practically on command. My friend and I were chatting and she asked me to type up chapter 3 because she really loved it and somehow a really close friend's comment makes me want to write it more because they've known me as a different person and I really like it that they like my writing. Sorry. BUT you guys really mean a lot to me, too!
Right now, I am very…AUGH…by Bush. Because of Katrina, gas prices are sky high (no I don't have a car, but it's outrageous!), and they would be lower if he actually accepted the help from other countries and sent out people earlier! Also, I think that if people got a more serious warning in the first place, the whole situation would be a little better.
Sorry for my rambling, and I'm sorry for bringing in politics. Please ignore that, it's my opinion, and honestly, who gives a crap about it? It's just my opinion, and no one has to listen to it.
THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED to all the souls lost in the 9/11 tragedy in New York and all the firemen who gave their lives/did their best to help. Now, we are all torn between the memories of this day 4 years ago and between New Orleans and Katrina.
By the way, I got the definition of cyanide and the next chapter is going my way, no lawsuit thing. None of that crap. Straight in, if you know what I mean.
DISCLAIMER: no and no. Don't even dare sue me, because I warned you.
RATED: T for slightly mature themes and language.
Pretype Start: September 11, 2005, 12:39 am
Pretype End: September 11, 2005, 4:14 am
Chapter 3
"To The End"
Tucker rolled around like a dog in the grass, laughing. This was the best he felt in his life. The guilt he had always felt with Danny was now gone; there was no ghost boy around any more, no guy left for him to protect while he did vice versa. He was on his own with the pink fish and flowers made of light bulbs. And this is the way it should be. To the end, right?
He giggled stupidly, and not caring at all who heard him. Hell, he wouldn't care if Dash or Mr. Lancer had seen him like this, he was happy, and that's all he wanted. He laid down in the luscious green grass, staring into the cloudless sky blue void.
But then, like jeans ripping, the sky, with an abrupt sound, tore itself in half and fell away like rags. Lightning rippled through the sky. It nearly hit him, and a storm was flooding. If he didn't move now, he'd be dead!
Tucker scrambled to his feet and clumsily ran, but tripped over something and fell into garnet-colored water. He turned around as the water level became higher and saw a body. Not anyone's body, but Danny's. And then Sam's right next to his. Their eyes were shut, mouths open, faces contorted in fear and anger. What really bothered him, though, was the b l o o d all over them. And worse yet, when Tucker lifted his hand, he was holding a knife. The knife that had cost Danny and Sam their lives. He gasped, turning on his heel, desperately trying to leap through the water. But as he was walking, he saw Casper High to his right crumble to the ground, his entire class among the ruins, also d e a d. He gave a short scream as his mind scrambled for answers.
What's going on? How did this start? I—I don't believe it! I have Sam's and Danny's lives on my hands! My best friends! What did I do? I've—I've , I'm a m u r d e rer! I've lost my best friends in the whole world—the only people I could ever relate to!
Tucker raced forward into the lashing lightning and the deafening thunder, desperately trying to not get hit. But the sight that befell him stopped him.
There were his parents running out of the house desperately. And before they could even tell what happened, a huge whip of lightning lashed out and struck them. After that, Tucker couldn't see them. But he knew what happened. They dropped dead like flies, just like everyone else in Amity Park in the midst of the super-storm.
Tucker dropped to his knees, and tilted his head skyward and let out a pained, anguished, unusually loud screech. Not his parents, too! Everyone he had ever known—dropping in front of him! He was the only survivor, and what good is that if you're the only one. HIS PARENTS! Not his parents! Danny and Sam were the worst, but why on top of that his PARENTS? A huge lump in his throat as tears scrunched out of his eyes.
Lightning was about to hit him and the past day flashed in his mind. He was so happy, but he noticed that it couldn't be possible. How could you be so happy! It's impossible!
The lightning was only a few inches away, it was the only thing standing between Tucker's happiness and his pain.
And at that moment, his eyes snapped open. He was in a white room, full of bustling doctors rushing in and out. And he noticed about five seconds after he woke up doctors stopped circulating. He was alone. And he'd be trapped in a bubble forever.
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Danny sighed angrily as he stared out the window of the RV. Nothing had ever been right since—since that stupid car accident! Tucker was still there, he had gotten his revenge on Vlad—which oddly felt strange—, and he was off to Wisconsin again for a stupid dinner party.
His cell phone rang again as the RV passed a rural area and he picked it up in desperate need of civilization. Jazz sometimes really got on his nerves.
"Hello?"
"Danny, it's Mrs. Foley."
"Mrs. Foley? How's Tucker doing?" Suddenly, everyone listened in to the conversation.
"Well, he woke up—"
"That's great!" Danny covered the phone and whispered, "He woke up!" Instead of Jazz's happy face that he had so much longed to see nowadays, her face broke in tears as she flung herself on top of Danny's shoulder again, drowning his shirt in sobs.
"Um, Mrs. Foley, is there bad news?" Danny could tell by the way Jazz was clutching onto him something was wrong.
"Yes, well—"
Before Mrs. Foley could continue, Jazz clutched the cell phone and closed it, digging deeper into Danny's shoulder.
"What is it, Jazz?" he asked comfortingly and gently.
"T-Tucker…he got sucked into some weird high-happy-dream and-and…the doctor said that when he'll wake up…" Jazz broke out in hysterical dreams as Danny desperately did all he could to make her feel better. But his business was fighting and justice…what could he do? He wasn't as good a psychologist as Jazz was, and this time, it was the analyzer who needed help. "He'll be scarred from a nightmare that shows his worst fear…only happened once before and-and they !"
Danny was obviously appalled by this information, but held it in for his sister. One person had to be strong here, and it was going to be him…no matter what happened.
"Shhh…Jazz, it's alright."
"No, it isn't!" she cried desperately.
"Yes it is. I know it will be. Because I know Tucker and he's a fighter. He'll do anything to keep alive."
"How do you know that!" said Jazz. It almost seemed as though Jazz was trying to find reasons to be depressed. She wanted to be happy so much, but she couldn't help it. These things just came to her mind.
"Because Tucker has been in a serious fight. Got a bad injury. And do you know what happened?" whispered Danny in her ear softly with a small smile as her head turned to him.
"W-What?" she said, slightly calming down.
"He lived. Better than ever. I know he wouldn't ever try to commit s u i c i d e. Never in his life."
"A-Are you sure?"
"I've never been more sure, Jazz," he said, clutching Jazz tightly, sharing as much warmth as he possibly could. He knew he was worried, and he knew he should pour it out instead of bottling it up, but someone had to be strong. For Jazz. For Sam. And Danny knew it would have to be him.
The car, a few hours later, pulled up at a huge mansion that Danny recognized, with a burning hatred, as Vlad's. By then, Danny had miraculously managed to keep Jazz under control after the conversation.
The family clambered out of the RV, heading into the mansion. The doors swung open to a slightly frazzled Vlad. Maddie stared with pure hatred at the man who had put her through all the trouble she had had with her son in the woods.
"Ah, the Fentons. Come in, come in, ah, yes, Maddie," he said with a slick look towards the red-haired woman.
"Vlad," she responded bitterly.
"HEY V-MAN!" yelled Jack as he held Vlad in a noogie-hug.
"Jack, get off me!" yelled Vlad.
"And here we have the younger ones," said Vlad in a sickeningly sweet voice as he looked down on Jazz and Danny, or rather, looked level at them, as Danny was now slightly taller than the middle-aged man.
"Vlad," Danny growled. Jazz clutched at his shirt.
"Come in, come in! Welcome to the tomb," said Vlad welcomingly as the family entered the large dining room adorned with gold and green for the Green Bay Packers. Maddie, Jazz, and Danny looked strangely at the old man; tomb?
"Yes, Danny," he added hastily. "I need you to come with me. Come, young badger."
"You can stop any time now," said Danny emptily. Too much was on his mind at the time.
"Come," said Vlad harshly, grabbing Danny's arm and sending a sharp shock through his body. Danny reluctantly walked with him as a terrible fume passed through. Vlad coughed and his face contorted slightly into a stranger expression.
They passed several open rooms. One was a double-door elegant room which had caved in, the remains of it a woman dressed in white and a broken podium on top of a priest.
"Wedding that caved in," murmured Vlad.
They passed another room, this one more of a recreational pool room. Several men stood there, talking casually as Vlad cast them a not-so-casual look, one more of affection and love as he bit his lip tenderly. Danny scrunched his nose and frowned.
Vlad tugged him into an elevator, where he pressed the button that said '20'. The elevator reached level ten and Vlad hit the buttons.
"Damned elevator," he muttered as the doors opened. He smiled and said, "Good enough, eh?" Danny didn't know what to say, or whether he should speak at all. He decided no as he was tugged again, shocked once more. However, his burning hatred for Vlad burned through him more than his shocks ever could.
"Here," said Vlad maniacally. In the room the had just entered, there was a big clear tub full of—
"Cyanide, Daniel. Someone's going in. Can you guess?" he giggled.
Danny's memories flashed in front of him. Just last year, he was given several dares, one of them to drink a crazy amount of cyanide: one glass.
"Danny, truth or dare."
"Dare," he said automatically. Dash chuckled evilly, having come up with something bad.
"Drink one glass of cyanide." The group surrounding the players gasped. One glass? That was enough to k i l l the strongest of men!
"Uh-no," he said immediately.
"Chicken! If you're so chicken, then, I don't think you'll stop me from doing this—" Dash punched Danny in the stomach "—or this!" He hit him against the cheek.
"Gah! Fine!" said Danny. He grabbed the large glass and drank it down. It didn't really taste that good, a lot like some of that weird kissy lip gloss he had eaten for a dare. Tasted a lot like something bitter and sour at once along with the worst food ever.
People waited in suspense for several minutes, trying their hardest to not move or make a sound, trying to see when Danny would kick the bucket. But he never did. And it was because of his genetic makeup he still lived.
"HA!" cried Danny triumphantly. "Is that the best you've got?"
And another memory, just two months ago flashed through his mind like commercials. It was the same game…
"Oh, yeah, Iron Danny?" said Star. "I dare you to eat two small diamonds." Danny shrugged, grabbing the two diamonds clutched in Star's hand meant for him. He stuffed them down his throat and swallowed. A little sharp, and a little salty, but other than that, it tasted really good. Everyone gawked at the young boy once more.
Once more, another snippet from his past found its way into his train of thought.
Sam climbed into the driver's seat happily, Danny in the passenger seat. He had never seen her better and she started up the car, driving past all the couples of jocks and their preppy girlfriends who really all looked the same: plastically happy on the outside, but constantly bickering like a couple in their mid-40's when no one could see them.
Danny couldn't believe it. Cyanide tub?
"Cyanide tub?"
"Yes, Daniel, you're going in!" said Vlad.
"No, I'm not!" yelled Danny as he pulled Vlad out of the room as someone passed through the hall to the elevator. Danny punched him in the cheek as Vlad moaned. Danny, taking this opportunity, lunged on him and began punching him with extreme force until b l o o d was coming out of his mouth.
The person pressed the down button on the elevator. It was at the 31st floor, so he stood there, looking back at the corridor.
Danny took every opportunity to get back at him.
"Funny, I didn't think you were human enough to have b l o o d," he said angrily. "Maybe we should see if there's some ectoplasm down there." Danny stood up and kicked Vlad's side.
"COME ON! Don't be a sissy! Fight like a man! Oh, that's right, you're just an aged old man who STILL doesn't have a cat!" He kicked Vlad's side harder. "GET UP, you damned ass!"
Vlad's face contorted with some unknown expression as Danny continued beating him up terribly. He didn't want to know why he wasn't fighting back, mainly because Vlad was his punching bag. And that was the only way it would work.
Finally, the elevator arrived, and the person climbed in, pale.
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Tucker sat there, scared for his life. What if that would really happen? What if? It was highly unlikely, but so was his friend being half-ghost. Look at him now! Anything was possible. And Tucker could think of only one way out.
Tucker grabbed his knees and pressed them against his chest, ignoring the pain. He wanted to sleep, and that's what he was going to do. After this slumber, he'd make sure his next one would be really long.
So he could get as much rest as he possibly could.
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LYRICS TO TO THE END:
He calls the mansion not a house but a tomb. He's always choking from the stench and the fume. The wedding party all collapsed in the room. So send my resignation to the bride and the groom. Let's go down! This elevator only goes up to ten. He's not around he's always looking at men. Down by the pool he doesn't have many friends. As they are. Face down and bloated snap a shot with the lens. If you marry me, will you bury me? Will you carry me to the end? So say goodbye to the vows you take. And say goodbye to the heart you break. And all the cyanide you drank. She keeps a picture of the body she lends. Got nasty blisters from the money she spends. She got a life of her own and it shows by the Benz she drives at 90 by the Barbies and Kens. If you ever say never too late. I'll forget all the diamonds you ate. Lost in coma and covered in cake. Increase the medication share the vows at the wake. Kiss the bride. So say goodbye to all the vows you take. And say goodbye to the life you make. And say goodbye to the heart you break. And all the cyanide you drank. So say goodbye to the last parade. And walk away as the parties fade. And say goodnight to the heart you break and all the cyanide you drank. To the end.
Chapter 3
Chapter 4: when my friend probably asks for it.
Ah, my eyes burn! Be happy, my eyes hurt so damn much after typing this up! ARGH! Those of you who have the CD, you might tell what happens next. Heh, I can't wait to write chapters 5 and 6. There are major cliffhangers in chapter 5! It's awesome! I love it so bad! The bad thing is, there's a curse word in one of the song titles. The 10th song/chapter is called "It's Not a Fashion Statement, It's a Fing Deathwish". Beware. I'll have to block that out…
Good night, I bid you adieu and Fusion chapter 2 is (finally) in the works along with FMTMG. Be happy. Very happy.
EDIT: I'm so stupid, I just noticed. It's September 11th. God bless America, I was only a few miles away when it happened. And my dad was in the building in '93 when the bomb went off. Just so you know, Survivor was an annual story, so the second chapter will have to be typed up today, but later. God bless you all, and may nothing that tragic befall you.