Running

By: Sparky the Wonder Weasel

Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom.

I'm running as fast as I can. I don't know if I'm running from someone or to something. All I know is that it's raining and I'm tired. Then I hear it, a loud roar coming from behind me, this makes me panic, so I try to run faster.

There's one problem, no matter how fast I pump my legs, they won't move past a walking pace. It feels like I'm running threw water. I can feel the sweat pouring off of my face. I can hear my heartbeat, and then I hear the footfalls coming from behind me.

I don't dare turn to see who is following me. I can there foot steps increase, like there starting to run after me. This scares me, who are they? What do they want?

Then I see it.

The Nasty Burger. Part of one wall is blown off, and threw the rain I see them. Trapped to the Nasty Sauce bins are my family and friends…and Mr. Lancer. There scared. They see me.

Oh no, I now know who is behind me. How can this be? I thought I put him in the Thermos?

I hear maniacal laughter from behind me.

"I'm still here, I still exist, that means you still turn into me!"

"No!" I shout. "I promised my family!"

"So much like a child."

I want to tell him to shut up, to go away, but I can't find the words. Instead I focus on my goal; to rescue my family and friends…and Mr. Lancer.

I call on my powers, but the blue rings sizzles out before they get a chance to transform me.

I run faster, only to find that I'm running in water again. I have to save them, I need to save them!

Then I trip over a rock, I'm sent hurtling to the ground. "Noooo!" I screamed.

Then I heard it, the explosion going off, the one that will tear my world apart. My vision is then filled with a bright light. I screamed again.

"Ahhh!" Danny Fenton shot straight up in bed. Sweat dripping down his pale face. His pajama's clinging to him. His breathing was rapid. His darted around the room, as if looking for someone or something. Slowly his breathing calmed down. He sank back down into his bed.

"It was just a dream…more like a nightmare." He looked out his window up at the star filled sky. Sleep began to grab hold of him again, pulling him into a dreamless slumber. "Don't worry, I'll never turn into him, never. I promise."

A/N: I always have dreams like this, theone's were you're running, and no madder how hard you try you can only move at a very slow pace. R&R

-Sparky