Bad End.

Blood/Gore warning


Danny gripped the thermos, the worn pads of his fingers conforming to the dents in the smooth metal. His hands were slick with blood from the open wound puncturing a small hole in his soft abdomen, and he thumbed with the tarnished cap. He gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with anger as a ectoblast torched a small hole in the leaf bed just a few inches away from his foot.

He pried the cap off, tossing it aside as he pushed the switch upward, sucking the attacking ghost into a swirling vortex. The ghost wailed, a mournful song that rang in Danny's eardrums even after the ghost was completely captured. Danny let out a breath of air he didn't realize he was holding. Then he winced.

The fall had defiantly hurt him. Aside from the small, round hole in his stomach (Shouldn't he do something about that? He didn't feel like he had too, bar the excessive amount of blood that was pooling onto the leaves beneath him.), he felt like he had broken something.

Broken... broken what? A bone? Two bones? And which bones? Maybe a rib, drawing a breath felt like someone was stabbing him with a rusty butcher knife.

This blood was becoming a problem now. It was getting on his hands and staining his tee shirt. His favorite tee shirt. His favorite white tee shirt.

Danny's eyebrows crinkled in confusion. He was sure that he was wearing a skintight jumpsuit, right? A skintight black jumpsuit. That can't be right.

He didn't want to move. He found himself rather comfortable in the damp leaves. The crisp air felt amazing to his burning lungs, and the trees sheltered him from the stars.

Sleep pulled at his eyelids. But Danny resisted. He didn't want to go to sleep just yet, he wanted to stay here and admire the beautiful world around him.

But that world was fading. The brown faded from the trees, the yellow evaporating from the leaves. The landscape was void of color, except for a few blotches of red or black.

It was interesting. Everything was greyscale, except for the red stain that was poling onto the leaves. Danny's eyes hardened in contempt. The red was hideous and unnatural in the dark grey landscape.

His hands. His fingers were locked around something metallic. It's stench, like a copper penny that you held in your hand too long, engulfed his nose. He let out a painful cough and then winced in pain.

He felt vibrations in the ground. The leaves were crackling dryly, like someone was walking on them.

A figure with wide round eyes covered by glasses morphed into Danny's line of vision. Then another, this time with long tenrails sprouting from her head. Hair, maybe? He could catch a whiff of shampoo.

The first one, Tucker, was moving his mouth. Like he was saying something, but Danny couldn't hear him. It was like someone turned down the volume.

The other one, Sam, was crying. Her tears dripped onto Danny's broken body, and smelled faintly of salt. Tucker had stopped speaking, and he too was crying.

"Guys," He croaked out. His voice was raspy and dry, like he hadn't used it in a while. "Don't cry."

He reached up, his hand covered in dried blood, and wiped away Sam's tears with his thumb. It left a rusty red streak on her cheek. Danny tried to move his other arm for Tucker, but couldn't.

He didn't need to. Tucker had stopped crying, and was holding Danny's broken hand, ignoring the fingers that were twisted and bent beyond repair. Sam was pressing something cool and soft to the hole in his stomach. A single tear was running down her face, but she wiped it away with her wrist.

It was surprisingly comfortable. Danny smiled one last time before he closed his eyes.

He stopped breathing.


Guys guys GUYS!

TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY!

Woohoo! I'm fifteen now, and can legally drive (Sorta)! Yep, it means that my wonderful birthday is on Halloween. Now the nickname Raven and the obsession with ghosts makes more since now, eh?

But alias, this concludes the end of Ectober 2015. No!

(I think I might try to organize some sort of story-swap for the Christmas Truce this year, does that sound fun?Like a Secret Santa, except you write a story for them!)

Please review! And have a Happy Halloween!