1/26/10

AN~ This chapter is written in celebration of the SAINTS finally going to the SUPERBOWL!!!

(WOO HOO!)

I'm so excited!

Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom

Chapter 9

Black Blood, Red Eyes

Lancer was completely freaking out. His, calm, cool, collected self he had adopted after deciding to help the boy, vanished. Now, all that was left was a confused and, shamefully admitted, frightened Lancer. He knew the situation was well beyond his skills but he just didn't know what else to do, who else would have helped the boy?

No one that Lancer could think of. The only people who knew anything about ghosts, other than ghosts themselves, are the Fenton's who would like nothing more than to dissect the first ghost possible, or the stupid Guys in White who have caused nothing but trouble and ever since they interrogated Lancer he knew there was no way they would be willing to help Phantom. They'd be more willing to just vaporize him or whatever it is you do to completely get rid of a ghost, Exorcise maybe?

Lancer had just been discussing with Phantom, or more like to Phantom, that the next power he would lose would most probably be his fire power considering his fever, that was when Phantom's eyes rolled up into his head and his body slumped to the ground. Alarmed and scared that it was another episode like in the classroom; Lancer quickly went to him checking for a pulse. Once everything was confirmed to be alright he relaxed a bit.

It was during this time that Lancer really had a chance to process everything since the classroom. His house is completely destroyed (probably too unstable to even be inside of it), his classroom is completely destroyed, and Phantom was like a ticking bomb.

His body responded by flipping off from his calm mode and switching into panic mode.

"What can I do?" He asked himself, not even realizing he had spoken aloud.

Looking at Phantom he could tell the boy was just getting worse, there was sweat completely covering his face, and he looked as though he had a sunburn, his skin was so pink. Looking at Phantom's bandaged side, he could see he really needed to have his dressings changed. So Lancer went out to his car where he had left some extra bandages from the school and brought them inside to change Phantom's dressings.

When he pulled off the bandage it wasn't anything that he had expected. It was hard enough accepting that it had started to bleed red earlier but this was too much. Phantom's wound was bleeding black. Lancer's first reaction was to gag. This was just wrong. Green, yeah oddly enough he can accept that, red yeah sure every human bleeds red, even purple he can accept considering before blood hits oxygen it's a bluish purple, but black? He couldn't handle black. And what was worse was the smell. It was as though a serious infection had just started attacking Phantom's wound, there were even black vine-like lines under his skin webbing out in all directions. Lancer gagged again.

Holding his breath he took some gauze and carefully dabbed up as much of the 'blood' he could then squirted out some Neosporin and quickly rewrapped it back up again.

Once finished the rewrapping, Lancer leaned onto the nearest furniture-looking item and laid his head in his hands. He just didn't know what more he could do. This wasn't anything he'd ever had to deal with. He usually tends to try and stay away from all this science fiction, but it seems like today it was unavoidable. He didn't even know if he regretted his decision, because really, he would probably do it again.

He knows most of his students think he's just one of those teachers that favor the football players and doesn't really care for any other students. Well at some points this is true, he can't really deny that, but there is another side to him and he has shown it. Thinking about this was giving him the oddest feeling of déjà vu.

It was as though he had been compassionate to Phantom once before, but that couldn't be right. Until tonight he had never even spoken to Phantom. That feeling just kept nagging at him though and the more he thought about it, the more he realized it may not have been Phantom at all. He does know it wasn't too long ago, maybe a year? Yes, the in depth talks he had had with Phantom earlier that day had reminded him of the talks he had with Daniel Fenton when he needed extra tutoring in English. That's it.

Hmm, that's odd. Lancer thinks to himself. Why would Phantom remind me of Daniel Fenton? They couldn't be more different if they tried to be. Lancer almost laughs but the situation is weighing so heavy on him that he just can't muster it.

Shaking those thoughts away he turns back to study the list he and Phantom were working on earlier. The more he studied the list of powers the more nervous he became. He didn't even understand what these powers really do other than the obvious ones. But what will happen when he loses his ecto powers or this 'wail'? Lancer just didn't know.

"Ugh." He heard coming from the boy.

"Phantom?" Lancer called to him kneeling by the boy's side.

Phantom slowly opened his eyes only to give Lancer a bigger scare, his eyes were a bright red. With a gasp, Lancer scrambled back, his own eyes wide with fright.

Phantom was slowly pushing himself up into a kneel, his head hanging low. He looked as though he were bowing to an invisible king.

"UGH!" Phantom screamed out jerking up so fast he fell back and landed with a plop in the cold mud.

Lancer inched a bit closer scared to get too close, he didn't know what to expect until he heard a whispered "Ow."

"Phantom?" Lancer asked cautiously, not wanting to startle the boy.

Phantom looked up at hearing his name, and Lancer was glad to note that his eyes were once again green.

"What happened?" Phantom asks in his raspy voice sounding completely exhausted.

"I'm not sure," Lancer replies moving closer now so that Phantom didn't think that he was scared of him, he knew that if the boy knew he had been afraid, even for a second, it would greatly upset Phantom and the last think Lancer wanted to do was upset the boy.

"I'm so confused." Phantom said in a strained voice. "I keep thinking things that I know aren't right. Does that make sense?" He asked looking up at Lancer his eyes showing how confused he really was feeling.

"Yes." Lancer replied even though he really was only vaguely aware of what Phantom was saying. He couldn't get the image of the red eyes out of his head. He figured he should at least tell the boy about his blood but he wasn't sure if that was truly the best thing, the boy already looked like he was only an inch from completely breaking down.

"We have to figure out what to do." Lancer said trying to get onto the important facts. "You need to tell me what these last powers can do and we need to figure out how to get you back to normal." Lancer says in his teacher voice, the only voice he could use without showing his true emotions.

"Okay." Phantom said, but even as he said this his eyes had once again glazed over as though he wasn't even there anymore.

"Phantom!" Lancer reprimanded as he would one of his students if he caught them daydreaming. "Phantom!" he tried again "pay attention."

"Yes sir." Phantom replied in the same dead robotic tone he had used outside in the snow.

"Phantom, you have to snap out of this, you have to pay attention. This is very important and we have to figure this out." Lancer told him in a strong, demanding tone but to no use because after a few long seconds Phantom again responded with the same "Yes sir."

"Look," Lancer said getting very frustrated now. "We have to find out how to stop this, how to help you, how can we do this if you won't even look at me?"

Lancer regretted saying that because the second he finished saying it Phantom's head slowly came up his bright red eyes boring into Lancer's as he said, using the same dead tone, one word…

"Wisconsin."

I hope ya'll liked it. Please leave a review and let me know what you think. Also I have started another story and would also greatly appreciate it if ya'll would check it out and let me know what you think.

Thanks for reading!

GO SAINTS!

~Mia