Alright, finally this chapter is finished. I'm sorry to all those that were waiting…and I hope all you people like this next part of Fits of Madness. Some of you who were burning with questions should have some of them answered, at least partially.
Warning: Descriptive Violence and Blood in this chapter. You are warned.
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Disclaimer: As I have already stated numerous times before, I do not own Danny Phantom. I would hope that all of you knew that already…
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Fits of Madness
Ch. 5
The Phantom leaned against the wall, his hands braced against the jagged, protruding metal of the ripped walls. His breathing had become ragged, and his eyes still held the crazed, blood red look that they held when his insanity took over.
Oh no, it would not let go of him yet.
He roared, a scream lingering in the depths of that powerful sound. As he fell to his knees, his hands came up to grasp his head. His fingernails dug in so hard that they lodged in his skull, causing an odd mixture of human blood and ectoplasm to flow out of the puncture wounds.
There was more green than red in that blood. Much more.
With one last cry of pain and anguish, he fell into the land of his nightmarish memories.
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"Danny, what's happening to you?" The beautiful violet eyed girl asked.
Her voice betrayed her fear. It was broken.
He whirled on her, saying, "There's nothing wrong with me!"
His eyes…
"Danny, why is there red in your eyes?"
It was the first time she saw it.
He just glared at her. She could still see it even though they were narrowed.
"Look!" She exclaimed, turning him toward the mirror.
As he grudgingly peered into his own eyes, small flecks of red danced maliciously in the azure of his irises.
She put a hand on his shoulder. He shook it off and turned his back stonily towards her.
"Danny…" She expelled a shaky breath, "You have to listen to me. Something's happening to you. You're starting to not be Danny anymore."
He turned back around faster than you'd think physics would allow, gripping her arms so hard with his hands that the flesh was sure to be bruised.
"There is nothing wrong with me." He hissed.
She almost collapsed on the floor when he suddenly released her with no warning. He didn't even say goodbye when he walked out of the door. The glass in the door shuttered when it slammed.
She had seen in that slight instant…instead of flecks, there were whole streaks of red.
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A trembling girl with orange hair and turquoise eyes stared pleadingly at him from her crumpled position on the cold asphalt of the small abandoned street. The only streetlight flickered pitifully, more a hindrance than a help to her eyesight. Blood trailed down a shallow gash along the length of her neck and her left arm hung uselessly at her side, hanging only by a single thin tendon. Blood completely soaked through the long sleeve, dying it a sickening shade of deep red.
"Danny, please don't do this!"
Tears stated to run down her face to mix with the blood on her neck.
All she saw was the sadistic gleam of red eyes before she never saw again…
She couldn't even scream.
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The Phantom's eyes shot back open as he fought his way back to reality from the tortured glimpses of the past lodged forever in his mind. His eyes regained some miniscule flecks of green. With a snarl, he thrust a clawed hand deep into his chest, tearing his still beating heart out of its cavity. The blood gushed out from the organ; the small eddies of red floating in the ghostly green. In anger, he crushed it. His claws puntured it through.
"WHY CAN'T I DIE?" He screamed. Spittle flew from his mouth.
In disgust, he threw the disfigured lump onto the floor.
All at once, the insanity left him, sapping his strength as it went. His eyes turned back to green and he assumed his "normal" appearance. He fell to the ground, his eyes left to stare at the mess he had made of his heart, since he didn't even have the power, nor the will, to turn his head.
It was grotesque, but fitting. That must be what his emotional heart looked like.
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The convict glanced up at the glowing purple eyes of his savior.
"Thanks so much, I would never have gotten out without your help."
He smiled gratefully. Granted, it was small, but it was the best he could do under the circumstances.
"It's nothing, Tucker. I'd do anything to help."
Her answering smile was even smaller. She had more reason for it.
"I just can't believe you found a way out of the Ghost Zone."
His tone reflected amazement.
"Clockwork helped."
"Ah, that explains it."
His small smile turned grim.
"Are you sure you'll be able to go through with this?"
He was concerned. It was hard to make him concerned those days.
"I have to."
Her voice was determined, but there was no mistaking the strain behind it.
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The Warden paced in his office, almost like a caged predator. With seemingly no reason, his breathing became labored. A hand came up to clench at his chest, and he gasped. Within seconds, there was no evidence of the spasm ever happening.
"It's getting harder…" The Warden muttered agitatedly, "He's learning how to fight back."
Just another thing to heap on the ever growing pile of his problems.
"I don't know how long even both of our powers will last."
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Eh, it's a bit short, but I hope it has enough substance for you to ponder about for awhile. The whole heart thing was a bit…interesting…I was in a violent mood…
Anyways, I hope you all liked it and I really want to hear what all of you people think! Any and all reviews are greatly appreciated. Thanks so much!
