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Lost Emotions
Chapter 3: Halfa no more?
He lost count, of all the times he would have frowned…if he had any emotions. Danny would have been frustrated, sad, angry, well many things but he wasn't.
Danny had managed to piss off one of the two real friends he had. And the worst part was that he didn't feel bad about if. He cared, he really did, he just couldn't show it, or feel it for that matter.
They were both in Danny's room, trying to communicate with Sam, but she wasn't too happy with them.
"Any luck?" Danny asked, sitting back down on his bed. The covers were on the ground, the pillows were somewhere in his room, and the sheets weren't anywhere to be seen. There was shoes everywhere, a bunch of ghost fighting equipment was scattered on the ground, making Danny's room a hazard to mankind.
One wrong move and it could be fatal.
You could slip on anything if you weren't careful, and slipping on an ectoplasmic bazooka could land you in the hospital!
So Tucker was careful as he walked around the bazooka, and Fenton Anti-creep Stick. "No, nothing. No matter how many times I call her house, she won't pick up. And when someone does, they say she's not home, but I can hear her rock music in the background. I did manage to leave her an e-mail, though, so hopefully she'll read that."
"So, now what?"
Tucker walked towards a chair, maneuvering his way between shoes and pillows. "I don't know, but man, you live in a pigsty!"
Danny's eyes fell on Tucker, "Yeah. I'm a bit busy. There's been more ghosts lately."
"You're right, I've noticed that too, something's up in the Ghost Zone for all those ghosts to want out and roam here. Kind of makes me think that something's scaring them away."
"Not something, someone," Danny concluded, but didn't give it too much thought. Tucker merely nodded and Danny continued, "Anyways, I've been thinking and—"
Tucker interrupted him. "Thinking? Well, that's a nice change."
Danny rolled his eyes. "Very funny." His tone was the same as it had been; emotionless, almost an eerie monotone. Which was extremely out-of-character for Danny, who usually had a sort of sarcastic tone.
"Yeah, I know, I'm hilarious. So, what have you been thinking about?" Tucker asked.
"About my problem," that was all he could think about, "I think that the solution might be in the Ghost Zone."
Tucker leaned forward. "In the Ghost Zone? What makes you think that?"
"Maybe there's another ghost who can help me. Desiree is weak, powerless to do much now. Besides, the wishes she grants always go horribly wrong. What's to say this wish won't?"
Tucker nodded in agreement, "Yeah man! When she granted me ghost powers, my selfish side kept getting stronger and stronger. I couldn't control myself. Maybe it's the same thing with you."
"That's what I've thinking. This wish must have some sort of downside," Danny concluded, staring at the thermos that held Desiree captive. He wanted to question her, but he couldn't just release her. She would probably run off hoping to escape. There had to be an easier way to get what he wanted.
But what could it be?" Tucker asked, looking at the thermos as well. He was lost in thought as was Danny. If they didn't find out the answer soon enough, who knows what could happen to Danny?
"I have an idea," Danny declared, standing up and walking over to the thermos. "But, I'll need your help Tucker."
"Sure man, what do you need?" Tucker asked, taking out his PDA from his pocket.
"I'll need the ghost shield up," Danny replied, turning ghost as a blade of light phased through him.
"I'm on it!" Tucker shouted, running out of Danny's room and headed for the basement where all the ghost equipment was located.
Soon enough a green dome surrounded the house. "That's my cue." Danny pushed the red button, and the cap came off, releasing Desiree. A green cloud filled the room.
"Haha, freedom!" she shouted, rising to Danny's ceiling. She wasn't as big as usual, her tail way shorter, and her body size had decreased dramatically. Before, she was a few stories high, but now, she was no bigger than Danny.
She stopped her celebration short, obviously surprised at seeing Danny there. "Ghost boy? Why did you release me!" she asked suspiciously. Suddenly, a smile graced Desiree's face. "Oh, I see! You want me to grant your every wish? Well, your wish is my—"
"Yeah yeah," he cut in, "my wish, your command." He was floating in mid-air, so he was above her. "All I want is to ask some questions."
"And he wants to get some answers!" Tucker added, walking in and giving Danny a thumbs-up. "You know how literal she is."
He gave a nod. "Right."
"Oh, an interrogation?" A wicked smile covered her lips, as her eyes looked around the room.
"Don't even think about escaping, Desiree," Danny said, narrowing his eyes. She frowned suddenly, and cursed under her breath.
"And why not?" she retorted. If Danny thought she was still weak, well, he had another thing coming.
"I set up the Fenton Ghost Shield. There's no way out, and no way in…if you're a ghost." Tucker smiled and leaned against the doorframe.
She growled under her breath, this didn't look too good.
"Let's start, shall we?" Danny hovered a few feet above the ground; his lips didn't hold a smile, or a frown.
"Humph." She gave in, but she wasn't happy about it. It didn't look good for her, but it would be best if she…cooperate.
"I'll take that as a 'yes'," he muttered. "Well, for starters, what's this wish going to do to me?" he asked, not wasting any time to get to the point.
Desiree blinked, and suddenly, out of the blue…she cackled. Her evil cackle filled Danny's room, bouncing off the walls. Good thing his parents were out patrolling Amity Park, and Jazz was at a friend's house.
Once her laughter left the room, she smiled. "You're not as dumb as you look, ghost boy," she declared, her smile only getting bigger.
And you know that when your archenemy smiles at you…well, you're screwed.
"Just spit it out," Danny commanded, and to add some effect he narrowed his eyes, and Tucker did as well. She obviously knew something, the way she smiled only proved the worst. Something was going to happen to Danny, and it wasn't good.
"Nice shirt," Jimmy complimented, smiling at Sam. He had a ripped pair of jeans; they were ripped on his left knee, and the bottom part of his right pant leg. His black shirt said, "It wasn't me! It was my evil twin!"
Sam smiled too, "Hey thanks." She had changed clothes today. Sam's black shirt had the words 'H.I.M.' in a purple color and gothic font. She was wearing a black, flowing, knee-length skirt, with her purple tights and her GBX boots.
She was eating at Nasty Burger today, because she didn't want to be at home for several reasons. The calls kept coming from Tucker, and she knew that if she answered, he would 'We're sorry!', and she would just give-in like if it wasn't a big deal.
But not this time.
This time it was a big deal, she wasn't going to fall for the simple 'I'm sorry, Sammie' and forgive them just like that. Every time she was mad at them, they (Tucker, usually, Danny was a bit more sensitive about using it) would call her "Sammie", her nickname. Not like "Sam", "Sammie" was more of a pet name. She forbade anyone call her that; it was her soft spot.
And it made her weak.
"So what are you doing here, all by your lonesome?" he asked, sitting across from her in the same booth. Sam smiled, "I was," she stopped, "um, just hungry for some Nasty Burgers, that's all." She drank some soda; her little white lie didn't seem to faze her at all.
"Oh." He laughed, "I don't know how, these burgers taste like crap."
They laughed together, as she nodded. "I guess, but you get used to it."
They walked out together after Sam finished eating. They were laughing and smiling, as Jimmy told jokes about the latest comedy on the big screen.
Her purple lips rose in a smile, but something kept nagging her in the back of her mind. 'Something is wrong, something is wrong, Manson!'
"Well? We're waiting," Tucker said, after a moment of silence from Desiree. She smiled once more, and it tore Tuck apart. Danny only looked on, his face emotionless.
"Tell me…or less." Danny threatened, though it wasn't much of a threat because his voice didn't sound threatening.
"You can threaten me all you want, Ghost boy. It won't save you!" Danny grabbed Desiree by her shoulders and shook her.
"What's going to happen to me!" he shouted. His green eyes glared at Desiree, but she didn't even flinch.
She wouldn't answer, so he shook her again. He couldn't feel any anger, but he knew what he had to feel.
She grinned. For a moment, it seemed as though she loved torturing him. Oh wait, of course she does. "Your heart is growing weaker by the moment Ghost boy! Every day that passes by, your heart is losing its voice…and before you know it, you'll only be a ghost of a shell…"
"What!" Tucker shouted, "You're not making any sense!"
Danny released her. "You'll live an empty life, and your soul will turn black. Soon, Ghost boy, soon, you'll be rid of your human side! You'll never be able to change between the two, again!" Her voice froze them both.
"What?" Danny's voice was a mere hushed whisper. Tucker kept shaking his head.
"Don't you see? You're a halfa; your human side is tied down with numerous emotions, while your ghost side is reckless! What's a human without their feelings! It's what separates them from everything else! When you gave up your emotions, Ghost boy, you gave up your human side!"
"No…" Danny felt his heartbeat increase slightly. Was he feeling afraid?
"Soon, a couple of days without any feelings will suck the human right out of you, and the wish will be irreversible. So, if you're planning to undo it, well, tick-tock…
"'Cause time's running out."
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T/N: Okay, here's a little Author's Note. Well, um, reviews are outstandingly great, but I must consider my updates. I haven't updated as frequently as I would have liked, and I'm sorry. For reasons I cannot say publicly, I didn't have the time/and or spirit to type up a whole chapter, but here it is, anyway. If you don't think I deserve a review, then you are in your right not to review. But, if you are a kind spirit and decide that my chapter is worthy of a review, I will greatly appreciate the gesture. (AND I promise an update before Monday (not tomorrow, next Monday) if not sooner.)
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