Alright. I have come up with the fourth chapter. Sheesh, an update once a day, I'm on a roll! (My muse is happy)
Once again, I thank all of those who reviewed, especially divinedragon7, who has reviewed for every single chapter of this story I've posted so far.
Oh, and if Danny seems OOC, he's supposed to be, and there's good reason for it too. (You'll find out later on). One more thing, this is a bit of an explanation chapter…kinda…
Disclaimer: Oh goody, back here again. I have never, don't, and probably will never own Danny Phantom for as long as I will live. (sob)
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Death's Castle
Ch.4
After Sam screamed, she just stood there, staring in disbelief at the seemingly impossible phenomenon which to tell the truth, just looked bored. In front of her was what resembled a teenaged boy, maybe around sixteen or so, which meant that he was only a year older than Sam…or at least he looked like it. He had unnaturally white hair and the same glowing green eyes she had seen earlier that night. He was wearing black jeans, shoes, and a long sleeve shirt as well as odd silver colored gloves on his hands. And he was floating. He raised an eyebrow at her awestruck expression.
"Are you just going to gawk at me?"
Sam broke out of her stupor and gasped, "Wha…What are you?"
"I am the Grim Reaper, servant to Death," He droned. It sounded like he'd recited it more times than he cared to count.
"Aren't you supposed to wear a black robe and carry a scythe?" She asked skeptically.
He narrowed his eyes in annoyance. "That was the last Reaper," He said irritably.
"Oh…"
The fact that there was a Grim Reaper freaked her out enough, but now to know that there were other ones? So Sam's reaction wasn't really unexpected.
"I must be dreaming." She said flatly.
He smirked, "No you're not, and I don't recommend that…"
He was cut off by an "Ouch" from Sam.
He sighed. "Never mind."
"I must be insane."
"Not that either…at least I'd hope I wasn't talking to a lunatic."
She crossed her arms and fumed silently, still not sure what to make of this bizarre situation.
"While this was amusing, I should probably so my job now," With that said, he reached into a pocket in his jeans and took out a piece of folded paper. He unfolded it, looked at it, and then said, "So she's your mother…"
Realization struck Sam like lighting, and horror washed across her face like a tidal wave.
"No!" she shouted, desperation coating her voice, "You can't take her away!"
His facial expression didn't change except for a brief flash of sympathy.
"It's my job, I have to."
Of course, even though she was usually perceptive, Sam was too distraught to notice.
"You're heartless!" she exclaimed. She threw her arms around her mother and cried her heart out, letting all of her distress and pain leak out of at last in a long overdue release.
His eyes saddened momentarily before resuming his normal countenance of indifference as he glanced toward the paper in his hand again. His eyes widened and he stared.
"I haven't seen one of these in a while," he muttered. Raising his head to look at the weeping girl, he said hesitantly, "There is one thing you can do."
Sam's tearstained face shot up to stare at him intensely, "What?" she demanded.
"It's only temporary, and it can be very dangerous."
"Just tell me!"
He sighed and continued, "You can temporarily take her place." He paused to let the idea sink in, "You can replace your soul for hers."
She nodded, signaling for him to continue.
"You would be in a coma while the temporary replacement is in effect. Your mother would be the subject of a "miracle", and would wake up in a few hours with almost no injury…but as I said before, it's only temporary, and there are risks. You would have to go back eventually, and then your mother would have to die," He looked thoughtful, "There were the rare few people over the past few millennia who have managed to cheat Death, for either themselves or others…but that hasn't happened since the crowning…"
"How long would it last?"
He shrugged. "It changes each time. It depends on the strength of each of the souls that participate."
"What are the risks?"
He was about to reply when they heard the loud noise of the two doors to the ICU ward bang open.
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"Finally!" the nurse yelled as she ran with the ever growing group of people to the end of the hall.
'Hopefully I can stop whatever is happening in there.' She thought as she grabbed a hold of the doorknob. Then she twisted…
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Whew…do you like? Do you not? Will you let me know? Please? I didn't really like it as much as the third chapter, but oh well…at least it will get more exciting later on.
Anyways, I hope you liked the latest installment of Death's Castle!
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