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The Lost One
A Danny Phantom FanFiction by Cordria
Part Six: Feathers
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It took a while, but I think this new situation isn't too much different from watching through the windows of my prison. I can sit back in my head and the feathery presence controls everything. I can hear the sounds so much better, I can see much more clearly, and now I can feel and smell things as well. If taken in small doses, it's actually kind of interesting. I've started to enjoy peering out of my eyes to see the world for a few brief moments now and then.
It's amazing all of the sights I've seen over the past few days. Sometimes my body, under the direction of the feathers, is sitting in large spaces full of other people. Sometimes it's sitting in smaller places with only a few people. Sometimes it's by itself. And sometimes, every now and then, the feathery presence isn't there at all.
This happens at dark when, I think, the feathers are asleep, giving me free reign to control my body. I'm not fond of this darkness, this night, because the blackness is so close. It hovers around me, making me nervous, forcing me to sit and stare out the window until the light comes to send it away. But this night I find something new. It is called a light switch and it makes the light in this small room turn on and banish the blackness.
I sit here, surrounded by light, and explore the small room. I hold things in my hands, searching for the names of the objects in my head. For some reason, I know these things, although I have never seen them before. Rocket ships and space shuttles and astronauts and many other interesting things to touch and hold.
I am almost getting used to this new world I have found myself in. Being locked in a corner of my mind most of the time is almost like being in my prison – it is comforting, in a weird way. But I'm coming to enjoy this time when I am in control of my own body when there are no other people and no other things and I get to learn.
When light fills the window, morning arrives, the feathery presence stirs in my head and I back away, allowing the feathers to control my body for the day, closing my own eyes for a nap. I have had enough of this world for now – I need time to sit back and process all that I've seen and done.
When I open my eyes next, I can see trees out of the corner of my eye. There are people around – those people that seem to look at me but never really see me – and I'm not fond of them. I want to look at the trees some more, I like trees. Unfortunately my eyes are always trained on the people; specifically the one with dark hair, black clothes, and purple eyes. It's kind of frustrating that I can't look at what I want to. It's my body, after all. But I allow the feathers to be in control.
"Should we go back to my house?" I can feel my mouth move, my throat rumble as the words come out unbidden. I shake my head, locked away behind the feathers, silver chains running to my wrists and ankles, not wanting to leave. The trees I can see are very calming for me and I'd rather stay here at the park.
"Sure," the violet-eyed person says, a smile on her face. "Monster movie B-rated flick marathon?"
My body laughs, but I don't understand what she has said. What is a flick marathon? I wait in the corner of my mind, confused, hoping that it's something that can be done around the pretty green trees. "What else is there to do on a Friday?" my mouth asks.
"Eat Nasty Burgers!" another voice chimes in and my body is jostled, a hand slapping me on the back. I flinch, closing my eyes for a moment, fighting back a moment of fear before I open my eyes again. I'm perfectly safe here in the corner of my mind. Nobody can harm me; all I am doing is watching.
"I'd rather dissect frogs," the violet-eyed person shoots back.
I blink a moment, wondering what a frog is, then suddenly I know. I hunch my shoulders a little at the strange burst of information and the odd image that has jumped unbidden into my mind, but I try to take a deep breath and calm down. Nobody knows I'm here. It's just like in my prison… only without the walls. I'm fine.
But when my body starts to head away from the trees, I balk. I'm not sure what caused it, up until this point I was fine with letting the feathers control my body. For the first time, I reach out and brush past the soft feathers, halting my body's progress. I want to stay, I declare, my real eyes searching out the strange green trees and the bushes and the flowers that I wanted to see.
The presence in my mind has frozen and I can feel it looking at me. What…? I feel a blast of confusion and fear coming from the feathers, then a painful pressure as it tries to take control back of my body. For a second more I fight, but then I give up and huddle in my corner.
"What was that?" my body whispers.
"Danny? You okay?" the violet-eyed person calls from up ahead.
I feel a moment of panic at the thought of the feathers telling the others that I am here. I am only safe in my secrecy. Don't tell them! I plead silently, jumping forwards to touch the other presence in my mind. I don't really knowing what I'm doing, I just press all of my fear and terror towards the feathers, letting it see that I mean it no harm. I can't harm it, I doesn't know how.
"Danny?"
Finally, I feel my head move up and down. "Yup." But the feathery presence isn't smiling. It's staring at me, knowing I'm there, not very happy about it, and wondering why it's lying to its friends. Who are you?
I tap my fingers in my mind, unaware that my body is unconsciously following along. One, two, four, five, three, two, one, four… I don't know.
What's your name? The feathers press in closer, stilling my tapping hands with its powerful mental grasp. I realize that it's worried about being possessed – it's been possessed before. Why I know this, I'm not sure, but I'm positive I'm right.
I've never had a name before, so how am I ever going to answer the question? I really should, since the other presence is lying for me. I blink my burning green eyes a few times and run a hand through my wild silver hair. Then I remember the first sounds I ever heard and how they still cause a warm feeling in my stomach.
I'm not sure it's a name, but I'm going to go for it.
Phantom.
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