Chapter 2: A Little bit sour

When Jack Fenton heard that the whole project was being sponsered by Vlad, he signed the paper happily withought a second thought, much to Danny's and Maddie's dismay.

Jazz had just rolled her eyes at her fathers actions.

This is why that afternoon Danny was seated in a class of fifteen students who could care less about what was going on around them. Only moments later Vlad walked in with his assistant who was pushing a trolley filled with mechanical hats. Shivers travelled down Danny's back. He was almost a hundred percent positive that nothing good could come out of the whole ordeal.

"Okay students? I hope you had a good night of rest because you need to be fully functional for what you're about to partake in. My lovely assistant will pass down the head pieces to each and every one of you. You must insert these over your head and secure it like you would do with a helmet. After this is done, I will pass a small electric current through the 'helmets.' Don't worry, it is completely harmless. The worst possible feeling you can get is a slight shock. I will finally turn on the machine with this red button," he moved towards the front of the classroom to where a red button was attached to the whiteboard.

Next to it was a green button, though the two buttons seemed to be fused together.

"The green one will terminate this proceedure. Stay safe, do your best and good luck," Vlad ended.

"How do we know what we are supposed to do in the simulation?" Dash asked a reasonable question for once.

"There will be guide once you enter the virtual state. Her instructions are crystal clear and I'm sure someone of your intellect will understand them," Vlad gritted out through his teeth at the interruption. The class giggled at the insinuation that Dash was stupid. The mayor procceded again to the button when a pen collided his head, successfully interrupting him again.

"What is it!"

Danny stared back at him innocently, " Why should we trust you?"

"You have no choice," the old man grinned maniacally and bashed the button.

Danny started to feel the charge that Vlad had mentioned earlier. It felt oddly relaxing. He felt it increase and started worrying when static resounded in his ears. The boy's head was starting to become heavy and after one glance at his classroom, he knew he wasn't the only one.

So this was how geniuses felt like? Was knowledge actually this much of a burden on their shoulders. Literally, the saturation of facts was weighing his and everybody elses heads down. Groans echoed throughout the classroom. It was starting to sound like a porno in there. The current, despite what Vlad said, kept on increasing. He was half ghost and the electricity was getting to him already, this meant his human peers were definitely suffering more than him.

He shouldn't have listened to Vlad! He tried to remove the device, only to find out that it had locked itself onto his head. With the last ounce of power he had, he got up and tried to walk to the whiteboard with great difficulty.

When he was near the board Vlad stepped in front of him with that evil grin of his, "Give up Daniel. It's only a matter of time before I steal your queen, from there on, it's checkmate."

Danny tried to throw a punch at him but he became dizzy and missed. His vision fogged up and with that, Danny blacked out.


Danny groaned as he got up from his bed.

He was aching and he had a headache. He knew what having a hungover felt like and this feeling eerie resembled the morning after state. The boy ran a hand through his hair and hauled himself out of bed. He tried to remember yesterday's events but they were a bit of a blur to him. All he knew was that Vlad was going to pay!

He did his usual morning routine and went downstairs. To his surprise, his parents weren't there only his sister was. Jazz was sleeping on the kitchen table.

She was out cold.

He continued nudging her, hoping to get a reaction from her but she didn't even budge. He took a closer look at her face and realised that she had a knob on her head.

She must have hit her head on something.

He checked for her heartbeat, but it wasn't there. He made a double take. After checking for three more times and receiving the same result he reached a hopeless state of denial. Deep down he knew that she was probably dead, after all, with his inhanced hearing he didn't even have to touch someone to tell if they were alive or not. He hadn't heard Jazz's heartbeat for the past ten minutes. That was not normal, even for him.

The boy started panicking. For crying out loud! His sister was dead! For once he was unable to do anything. If only he'd know, he could have done something. Before he even realised it, tears were dripping down his face.

"Mom, Dad? Jazz, she's-she's," there was no reply.

He tried and cried but he couldn't find his parents. Danny resorted to the last thing he could think of, which was admittedly the first sane thing to do, he called the police.

Funny enough when he picked it up he was answered by a teenager, "I'm not sure what is going on right now but I'm trying to get to the bottom of it. Your emergency will just have to wait, the police are out of commission. At least your sister is not dying, she's already dead," and with that, the teen hung up on Danny.

Anger surged through his body and he was about to call back and give the guy a piece of his mind, when he received a call from Sam. It was a simple, 'Come here, ASAP! I need you Danny, I'm scared.' and then the line went dead. He had the decency to wrap a bandage around Jazz's head and place her into her bed, in hopes that she would wake up and this was all just a bad dream.

Not long after leaving his house, his ghost sense went off. That moment he swore that he saw Jazz's ghostly image flicker in front of him. He was tempted to investigate but Sam needed him.

Danny decided to go aerial and by the time he reached Sam's homestead, his ghost sense had gone off over thirteen times.

And by the time he reached Sam's house, he was a bundle of nerves. To his surprise, he found her sobbing on the floor. Quickly detransforming, he went to her side and stared rubbing circles on her back, trying to soothe her.

"I know I told her to leave me alone and that she could die and I wouldn't care, but I didn't think that she would take her own life," Sam burst into a series of hiccups and it pained Danny to see her like this.

"Sam, I don't understand?" he asked.

She got up and removed the material that she was crying over to reveal Mrs Manson, lain dead on the floor. How had he not noticed? The woman had a bloodied knife in her hand and there was a gaping open wound on her chest. "I couldn't look at her anymore..."

Danny cleared his throat, unsure of what to say, "Where is your dad?"

"He left to go look for some help after the hospital wouldn't pick up. I feel like a monster! The look on his face when he spoke to her dying, when she saying it was for my sake. He now hates me Danny!" she choked on her tears.

"Sam, I am so sorry but- Wait, why didn't your dad take her with him to the hospital?"

"Every time we tried to pick her up she would convulse and-"

"Jazz is gone too..." he let out a few of his own tears. Sam's eyes flew open and she broke down even more. "What is going on! This isn't right Danny. These all just can't be coinc-"

Tucker barged into the room.

"Sam! They died on the spot! Mom-your dad, they were involved in a car accident!" Tucker cried.


The theme is depressing but it will get better. While you wait for the next chapter, go read my story "That other girl" on Wattpad and follow me on my account NesyTronic.

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