Ack…life sucks. My school is already at mid-marking period! HELLO? It's only the fourth damn week of September! How does THAT logic work? And more on school, which actually rules: my school is following in Life Lesson's track! Yes, we have to take care of hard-boiled eggs for our Adolescence class…I'm not in that class yet, but it's really funny!
I really need to get a locker transfer…it makes me late to the following classes: Homeroom, Block 1, and Block 4. Yeah, I asked for one and they said I might get one if they have enough lockers on my level. Until then, I'm screwed.
And as for Identity Crisis…yeah, I saw the premiere, for once…I kept it on half-mute for the whole thing because the two sides of him really scared me… "Fizzling phantoms!" I seriously worry about it…I mean, hero Danny was overly clichéd, seemed slightly self-centered, and wore a bed sheet as a CAPE. And I liked how regular Danny had longer hair…man, that's hot! But he scared me with his laziness…quite funny, though. But overall…I was creeped out.
DISCLAIMER: no, I own neither. Sorry. Get rights of DP to me for my birthday, though!
RATED: T for slightly mature themes and language.
Pretype End: September 23, 2005, 11:56 pm
Chapter 7
"The Jetset Life is Gonna Kill You"
Danny, thinking deeply about what life really was, flew out of his room, sighing with disappointment…Sam was gone, gone for God's sake! He couldn't believe he had actually lived a full month without Sam. The complete love of his life, the one person who really scaled higher than anyone else he had ever known was erased completely from the face of the earth…it seemed like the only person who even remembered her now was Danny.
But he wasn't out here flying for no reason; he sensed a ghost, and ghost activity just surged after that session with Jazz. And Danny wasn't about to break the vow he made last week.
His eyes scanned the sky, ground, and heavens—Danny teared a bit in desperate hope Sam was somewhere better, like in heaven—, looking for the ghost. He was just about to land and change back when a voice rang out in its regular annoyance.
"I am the Box Ghost! I have come to warn you that Ms. Gr—" said Box Ghost in his usual silly drawl. Danny couldn't stand him at all anymore; how could he be so cheerful when his best friend just died? How could he be so happy when Sam, his Sam, was brutally hurt and ripped away from him?
But before he could finish his warning, a magenta beam shot out and burned him as he jumped along unhappily. A young woman of his age flew by on a metal dashboard, wearing a dark maroon suit that fully covered not only her body, but also her head. Her whole head was covered in fabric, even her mouth, but a visor to see through was placed midway through the face fabric.
"Are you going to just float there or are you going to fight like the little ghost ass you are?" snarled the girl. She pointed the gun at him angrily, about to shoot. All Danny did was, from his just chosen sulking position where his head stared down at the ground, tilt it towards her, still down, and looked at her unemotionally.
Valerie was thrown off a bit. She had never seen the ghost so lost in his mind. She was used to the boy fighting with spirit and a smirk to taunt. Not look as if his best friend had died. But did his best friend or relative die? No, he was a ghost, how could that happen? But could ghosts fall into depression?
Danny sighed and said loudly, "What do you want?" His voice had never been emptier. It wasn't upset or angry, but just plain gone; the usual spirit and teenage tone to it was gone.
"What do you think I want?" snarled the girl, regaining composure. She switched modes on her gun and shot, a pink net catching the distant-thinking ghost, his green eyes dull, but motioning that he was watching the horizon. He didn't even contract; he just stayed there, trapped in the net as if it never happened.
What had happened to him? The ghost she knew would never do that! He'd fight for his freedom and chaotic rights! Valerie actually felt his pain for a while; when you lose the will to be free or don't even care, there's something wrong, and that was universal, deceased or not. Valerie knew that, and the ghost knew that.
Danny spoke up, not shifting his gaze as the girl approached him, still pointing several weapons at him. "Who are you?" As the girl attached him tightly to the board, she couldn't help but wonder…didn't he already know? He was the one who pulled off her mask during Pariah's temporary rule.
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Danny sighed, doing contortions inside the small, cramped plastic box the girl had trapped him in. He really didn't care. This wasn't nearly as painful as…as what had happened to Sam. By now, he was used to this sort of pain and he honestly didn't care. The only thing he didn't like about this situation was he had broke his own promise.
He had fallen.
But was it okay to fall when you didn't know who your enemy was?
No, he decided. It was your entire fault, Fenton. But what does blame matter now? None. So deal.
Danny sighed again as the girl approached with a sharp knife gripped tightly in her palm. She, with a blank face, gripped it harder as she swung it forward into the box. She increased the force and the knife pierced the box, creating a hole that let in air, forgetting Danny didn't need it.
Would that mean he was on the same plane as Sam? No, because he could still return to the realm of the living, return to the world of pain and happiness that never existed. Then, he realized there was only pain in the world; happiness was pain on such a high degree that it actually made people delusional for a while. But really, what did it matter? Anything about life was not worth without…Sam. And it was his fault about her.
Valerie knew that the box was not ghost-proof, but in the mood and depression the ghost boy was in, she didn't think he'd need it. So, she set down her gun on the weapons table in her room and pulled off her mask from the terrible heat her father's air conditioning bills had imposed. She turned around to the box ghost boy was in, her hair falling behind her and her eyes finally seeing the real shades of the world.
So this was who his hunter was. He had forgotten after the worrying, deep thinking, and torture the jail had put him through. Valerie was his hunter and honestly, he couldn't care less; so what? They didn't go to school together anymore, did they? No, so what did it matter? He didn't even care if she found out about him, because the fate that had met his darling sweetheart was the worst that could befall the two of them. And Sam was lucky in the sense that…she wasn't weighed down by human guilts and pains anymore, so she could soar freely while Danny was chained down to the earth with all of these whelps.
He just wanted to leave, to get the same fate Sam did so they could live happily forever as angels or demons or ghosts in bliss…and even if they never did make it to that point, Danny would still be content with the idea that he had left whatever was left for him on this land. He just wanted to pull the plug on his time when someone pulled his angel's and lie still in that coffin beside her, his eyes closed blissfully in an eternal sleep, dreaming or living in a different form with her. They should have gone together.
"I've finally caught you ghost boy, any last words?" said Valerie, her hand resting strongly on her most dangerous gun. Danny budged just a bit hollowly and Valerie immediately had the firearm resting on her shoulder, finger on the trigger.
"What do you want?" asked Danny emptily.
"I want you! I want to cause you as much pain as possible for messing up my life!" seethed Valerie. Danny couldn't take what she said; didn't the materialist pig realize there were worse things than going bankrupt? She could have died painfully, lost her soul or sanity, lost everything she really had: her sweetheart and family. Danny already lost one and almost lost another. He almost lost his sanity and was still only just grasping it.
Danny's body lost touch with the earth. It faded, almost looking like the wind was slowly, gently, encouragingly pushing him into the wind, his particles mixing with that of the air. It was a great feeling, or pain to a great extent, to feel the earth's natural resources—or what's left of it—to combine with one, to pour through him.
Danny, now intangible, flew to Valerie, grasping her tightly around the shoulders, his mouth close to her ear, using the ever-popular ghost power where the ghost can touch the other being but the being can't touch the ghost.
"There are worse things than losing money, you know," he hissed emptily like a vampire but without a will for life. Valerie grasped her shoulders desperately as Danny faded into view the same way he disappeared, Valerie still not able to grasp his hands.
"You could have lost everything you really have," he hissed gently in a way that Valerie nearly expected a smug smirk that would no longer ever exist on his pale, emotionless face, still hissing in such an empty tone that it seemed menacing.
"You could have lost your sanity, everyone's trust, your life, your soul, your dear sweetheart. A million things that are worse than what you have," said Danny. "I've spent the past year in a prison for a crime I never committed. I've lost at least 10 times more than what you have. I've lost my friends, my girlfriend who I found kissing another guy just the other day, and I'm pretty sure my family's next. So why do you want revenge when you've lost nothing?" asked Danny in the same snake-like hissing tone, now whispering gently in her other ear, almost in a way that would seem like flirting, but given the current circumstances, would not even stray into either one's mind.
Valerie squeaked, frightened, desperately trying to grasp at the ghost boy but couldn't. The grip tightened around her shoulders a bit more. The hiss came into her left ear, some gentle, cold breath of his tone tickling the inside hauntingly.
"Awww, sugar," it hissed as empty as ever. It scared her now half-to-death. "Slip into this tragedy you've spun this chamber dry."
With that, Danny faded away again, bits of his form blowing into the wind, his image blending with the background, eventually blowing with the sudden cold burst of wind. The grip on Valerie disappeared slowly, just as Danny had faded and the cold breeze raised goosebumps on her skin, which was still in the suit.
With that, Valerie fell to the ground in desperation, fear, and sadness. She was all alone in her room, collapsed on her side in the window's rays, which were blocked by the shades, several cracks and holes in the room patched up with wood, the damage still showing through.
She silently cried there, legs sprawled out, arms tucked in, tears pouring endlessly out of her, not caring if she was forgotten like an old rag doll a small child used to play with.
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LYRICS TO THE JETSET LIFE IS GONNA KILL YOU:
Gaze into her killing jar I'd sometimes stare for hours. She even poked the holes so I can breathe. She bought the last line. I'm just the worst kind. Of guy to argue. With what you might find. And for the last night I lie. Could I lie with you? Give up. Get down. It's just the hardest part of living. She wants. It all. To come down this time. Lost in the prescription she's got something else in mind. Check into the hotel Bella Muerte. It gives the weak flight. It gives the blind sight. Until the cops come. Or by the last light. And for the last night I lie. Could I lie next to you? Pull the plug. But I'd like to learn your name. And holding on. Well I hope you do the same. Awww sugar. Slip into this tragedy you've spun this chamber dry.
Chapter 7
Chapter 8: expect it soon.
Oh. My. God. It turned out so different! If anyone figured out the symbolism of Valerie's room by not reading the next sentence, please say so! The symbolism of Valerie's room is that the patches of the holes that are still showing and the hidden sun represent what's happening in the story. It's such an in-depth chapter. I love how I made Danny do that! And to anyone who thinks that was out of character on Danny's part, think about it! Don't flame me for his OOC-ness, because I purposely made it that way!
Well, we've only got five chapters left to go. Next chapter title: "Thank You For The Venom." Oooh…this is going to end nicely! Oh, and this chapter was typed up the same day 6 was posted.
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SOON: please, don't rush me. School and swim team are already pushing my sleep schedule…talk midnight as a regular bedtime!
TODAY: Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge