Hey, I'm back! Sorry I missed a day, but I had so many things to do…So I hope this chapter is good enough to make up for it.
By the way, you finally know what the title means. (Mostly) And this chapter is probably going to be the last one with wackiness in it for awhile…but I'm not particularly sure.
Thank you to those who reviewed and I hope you'll like this chapter.
Disclaimer: I'd be beating a dead horse if I said I didn't own Danny Phantom…you should know that by now.
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Death's Castle
Ch.6
"Box Ghost?" Sam echoed incredulously, "What kind of name is that?"
"It is mine! For I am…THE BOX GHOST!"
The Reaper rolled his eyes and explained to Sam, "This is the Box Ghost, one of the weakest and most annoying of the ghosts here."
"Hey!" the Box Ghost replied, "I resent that! For I am-."
Sam cut in, "YOU'RE THE FRICK'N BOX GHOST, WE KNOW ALREADY!"
"Correct," he said, oblivious to her anger, "Ruler of all things cardboard and square!"
"Arghh…He's so stupid!" Sam grumbled complainingly under her breath.
The corner of the Reaper mouth quirked up before he spoke, "What are you doing here?"
"You are trespassing on my domain!"
"You don't have a domain. You live in a cardboard box." He pointed out, amused.
"Fine…" the Box Ghost grumbled before he flew away.
"So," Sam started after she had regained a semblance of mental sanity, "What's your name?"
"I already told you, I'm the Grim Reaper."
She shook her head. "I mean a name like mine. I'm called Sam. You must have been alive at some point, so what was your name?"
"I did have a name once," he said in with a far off look in his eye, "I think it was Daniel," he shuddered, "But I didn't, and don't like it."
"Then your name's Danny." She said decisively.
"Huh?" He looked taken aback at first, but he slowly smiled, "Danny," He said, as if trying it out, "I like it."
"Good." She looked around, "So…what are we supposed to do?"
"I'll need to take you to the Castle first."
"Castle?"
"Death's Castle." Danny clarified.
"So Death is a ghost?"
"Yeah…you could say he's my boss, but it's a bit more complicated than that."
"Death owns a castle?"
"Pretty much…but it's not just a castle, it's the Castle. Death lives in the Eternity Castle, and is the ruler of this place and the real world."
Sam tried to wrap her mind around the thought, then asked, "How do we get there?"
Grinning, he explained, "By flying, the best part of being dead."
Danny held out his hand. "Hold on, I'm going to give you a crash course in flying."
When she grabbed his hand, he started rising up in the air, taking Sam with him.
"This is great and all, but how is this going to teach me to fly," Sam pointed out after Danny stopped.
"Like this," He replied, letting her go.
A little scream ripped from her lips and she screwed her eyes shut. An odd feeling coursed through her body. When she didn't feel the bruising impact of the ground hit her, she opened her eyes and gasped. She was flying. A smirking Danny flew up to her.
"Good job," he complimented, "Most have to almost hit the ground before they get the hang of it."
"You've done this before!"
"Well," he said a bit sheepishly, with a hint of a grin, "I did say it was crash course…and you need to want to fly enough to do it the first time. This is the easiest way I've found so far."
"You almost got me!...," she looked confused. "What would have happened if I had hit the ground?"
"Just because you can't die doesn't mean you can't feel pain, although we are more resistant to heat and cold."
"Weird."
"I know, but you'll get used to it. Anyways, we need to get to the Castle. Follow me."
So they flew, the landscape under them never seeming to change, the same purple ground and the swirling green sky. After Sam had almost gotten complete control over flying, she spotted a few blurry shapes flying toward them.
"Hey Danny?"
"Yeah?"
"Who are they?"
Danny narrowed his eyes and swore under his breath. "They weren't supposed to be back yet!" he agonized.
"Who are they?"
"Dash and his mindless idiots." He spat out.
"Dash?"
"The ghost of the typical idiotic jock/bully." He grimaced, "He's always hated me, and I've always hated him."
As they came closer, Sam strained to see. Just as Danny had described, they looked exactly like they typical Jock group, complete with the leader and the head-nodders.
"Hey loser!" came a voice.
It belonged to the leader, Dash. He had blonde hair and light blue eyes that glowed like Danny's. He was the biggest in the group, and apparently the most obnoxious. The rest of the group was comprised of three more people. Two of them looked fairly similar, brown hair and brown eyes which glowed as well. The other one seemed to be the second in command. He had black hair and brown eyes that also glowed.
"Dash, I am so not in the mood." Danny said irritably.
"Oh, but I am."
Danny let out a frustrated growl. "I have a job to do, unlike you!"
"Well I'm bored, so stay still and let me pummel you!"
"Do you really think I'd sink to your level of stupidity?"
With every sentence that came out of his mouth, Sam liked Dash less and less. Not only was he arrogant and acted like he owned the world, but he was stupid as well. Not a very good combination.
"Hey," said idiot spoke, finally noticing Sam, "Who's she?" He asked rudely.
"My name is Sam." She flew forward to face him.
"I wasn't talking to you."
"Well I'm talking to you now, so deal with it." Her words were clipped.
"What, are you challenging me?" Dash guffawed. "I like that in a woman. Why don't you ditch that loser and stick with me?"
Danny's eyes flashed dangerously and he flew right in front of Dash, blocking his view.
"I am going to take her to the Castle. She's a temporary replacement and she needs to get an assignment."
"I can take her there." He said brashly, floating a little to the side so that he could stare at Sam. "Come on," he coaxed, "this freak's just dragging you down."
"I'm not going near you unless it's to rip your head off." Over the past few minuets, she had developed an extreme dislike for him.
"I'm done wasting my time talking," he said, disgusted by Sam's adamant refusal.
Then, without warning, Dash rushed at Danny, who narrowly avoided it by darting out to the side. Dash's three minions soon joined the fray. Danny was doing very well against Dash, in fact, he was noticeably stronger, it was the three other people surrounding him that gave him trouble. He swooped below them and turned to fire some type of green ray out of his hand at the black-haired boy's back.
"You took out Kwan!" Dash shouted in anger as the black-haired boy fell to the ground, unconscious, "He's my best fighter!"
"Which was why I took him out!"
Danny swerved, missing a right hook thrown by Dash by only millimeters. He twisted around to avoid a shot at his back, but he failed to notice two green rays headed toward him from opposite sides. By the time he did, it was too late. There was no time to react.
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This was a bit longer than my other chapters, since I missed a post.
There is a deeper meaning behind the title than just what was revealed in this chapter.
So, was it decent? Should I change anything? Any suggestions?
Please review! (I find it odd that I seem to get exactly three reviews for each chapter…)