I do not own Danny Phantom.
I saw this topic and thought of Walker.
Yay.
He coughed as another punch was aimed at his stomach. Blood splattered down on the floor when he spit it out. His lips twisted up into a grimace when he spotted it as another punch was aimed towards his face once more.
He spat out a tooth.
He felt cold metal pressed up against his throat and whimpered slightly.
They were going to kill him.
He shouldn't have pushed them too the limit, hell he shouldn't have even followed through with it. It was his fault anyways, maybe he deserved being killed. That was the main reason he was here most days, to be punished, knowing they could kill him at any moment.
It didn't mean he accepted the fact.
"You see this here Walker? This is what's going to kill you, this will be the last time you break," the voice paused for a moment, the knife breaking the skin lightly on his neck. "The rules." It was said in a cold voice, one that demanded attention.
The pressure of the knife was taken off his neck. Walker almost sighed in relief until he felt it on his upper arm. He bit his lip when he felt the cold metal dragging down towards his wrist, causing it to flare up in pain and fire and blood to slowly drip out.
The one hurting him stopped an inch from the vein.
It was the same with the other arm, only they dragged it slower making the burning grow higher. Walker decided to bite his cheeks instead, since his lips were smeared with his blood from his biting.
"You ready for some real pain, punk?" asked a different voice.
Walker slowly shook his head.
A cruel laugh. "You don't get what you want, that's against the rules."
Walker flinched slightly.
A sharper knife dug into his side, making him gasp out slightly. He bit the inside of his cheeks harder, eyes clenched shut. He felt his white shirt get damp with his blood.
They dug the knife deeper.
Walker tasted the metallic taste of his blood in his mouth again.
"We don't want you dead yet you know…" a female voice whispered in his ear "We want you to feel the pain before you die, so when you go down in Hell, you know that you shouldn't ever break the rules down there. I bet it's worse than us."
Something sharp (not a knife, he could tell) plunged into his stomach.
He let out a low pained moan.
"Guess he's not a screamer, we should find something that can make him scream…." A deep voice said. The room was full of laughter after that.
Deep voice twisted the sharp object.
He whimpered.
Something plunged into his back, into his spine possibly. His back arched up as he let out a pained scream. Everyone in the room he was in cheered.
Dark spots covered his vision as he blinked slowly. He could feel his blood dripping, his life force leaving his body for good. He was slipping away from the real world, from earth, from life. Only a matter of seconds before he would be gone. Down to Hell or up to Heaven.
He hoped it was the latter.
His body grew numb; he didn't even feel the last slash to the vein in his neck as he left this world for good.
When he opened his eyes he saw swirling green.
He sat up slowly, noticing he was on a small island, and gently stood up, blinking rapidly when he spotted a rock…floating by. He shook his head and frowned, why was there a rock floating by? Was he in Hell? Is that why it was so…green?
"Are you new around here?"
He turned and was face to face with a red eyed woman who was…also floating. His eyes widened and she laughed. "It seems that you are," she said with a sad smile "My name is Desiree, what is yours?" she looked at him, expectant.
"My name is Walker…" he said slowly, feeling a bit out of place.
She frowned slightly and tilted her head "Do you know how you died?"
"How I…." once he stopped his sentence memories flooded back in, showing how he died….showing what they did…and he felt anger burn deep in his veins (if he had any) for what they did…he should kill them with his bare hands.
"You want revenge don't you?"
He turned towards the woman and nodded his head slightly. She then smiled, a feral one, and stated "I can help you."
She waved her hands to the side and a swirling circle appeared. Desiree let out a sigh and looked back at Walker "State where you want to go." She said in monotone, the red in her eyes looking even brighter than before.
"Country State Prison." He said slowly. He didn't say the state because there was only one prison that had the word 'Country' in it.
She grasped him gently by the shoulders and pushed him towards the portal. "As long as I stay here, in the Ghost Zone, then I can keep the portal open for you." She whispered in his ear just as he stepped into the human world.
It was still the same, the people that harmed him were laughing as his dead body still sat in the chair.
Desiree's words came back into his mind as a smirk crawled onto his face.
He was a ghost.
Even though he was just a 'new' ghost, he practiced a bit in the room, floating about two inches off the floor.
One man spotted him and yelled out.
Walker smiled darkly, they recognized him.
They sure did, even when he was covered in their blood and they were begging for mercy. Even when he had ripped their hearts out of theirs chests and stomped on them with his feet. Even when he threw them from wall to wall to hear their bones crack and break.
Walker stepped through the portal and into the Ghost Zone. Blood dripped off his white suit and disappeared once it left his body.
"So what are you going to do know?"
He turned towards Desiree and smiled at her, knowing it possibly looked cold and cruel.
"I'm going to build a prison."
He started floating away, but paused and turned back at her. "That means you have to follow my rules soon enough." He stated and nodded slightly at her before going back the direction he was going, whatever direction it was.
After a few moments, he burst out laughing, insane laughter that spread throughout the Ghost Zone, making most low level ghosts shiver in fear.
The Ghost Zone had a newcomer.
And he was bringing rules with him.
I hated the ending to this, I absolutely despise the ending.
It's horrible.
So what did you think?
My favorite part was when Walker got his revenge.
Because if that happened to me, I would do that.
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