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-Obi
Chapter 13
Danny, Sam, and David stared into the fire as Daniel flew in without a shield. A few seconds later they heard a shriek of pain doubled up with sobs of terror and cries of help. Danny ran to the fire, but couldn't see Daniel. He formed a shield and dove in, but still nothing. The yells were gone now, and the shield wouldn't last. He kept diving in frantically, looking for his youngest son. He would think he saw something, but it would end up to be nothing. After thirty minutes Sam walked up to Danny and put her hand on his shoulder as she stared into his eyes that were streaming with tears with her own watery eyes. David was in the speeder, and they found him in the back seat, where he had cried himself to sleep. They climbed into the speeder and flew home in complete silence. No one uttered a single word the rest of the night. What little dinner they could manage was eaten in misery, and after that they weren't eager to do anything, so they went to bed. David went past his little brother's room and saw the door open. Inside the cat was curled up on the bed waiting for Daniel to come in and play. She gave a little meow at him as he passed; David just hung his head as more tears streamed down his already soaked face. He went on to bed, and for the longest time from then on, the house would be under a shroud of grief.
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"We are here today not to mourn the passing of Daniel James Fenton, but to rejoice his life," came the voice of the priest as they all stood in a cemetary at an open hole. Everyone had come out for the funeral. Tucker, Jazz, Jack, Maddie, everyone. Even ghosts who had been a part of Danny's life growing up and had actually met and become friendly to his children, like Fronstbite and Clockwork, and even Skulker. "We will never know why he was taken so young, but we must not focus on the what ifs and the bad memories, but the good. Daniel brought joy to everyone he met, and it is a shame that he didn't get to use more the one thing he wanted most, his ghost powers." The priest took a step back and four men brought in a black casket with golden decorations and handles. They took it to the hole and slowly laid it down.. Then they picked up shovels and began to fill in the hole. There was not a dry eye there, but for Danny, David, and Sam, it was almost too much to bear. They watched through tear filled eyes as the men finished filling in the hole and walked away. After that some of the people went home, and some stayed to talk to the famiily. First to come up was Tucker.
"I am so sorry, " he said as he walked up to them.
"I'm glad you could make it," Danny replied. Tucker nodded.
"I can't believe it. Daniel? Last time I saw him he was running around the house talking about everything he wanted to do with his ghost powers."
"Yeah. I can't either."
Tucker walked on, and Jazz came up to him.
"How you holding up?" she asked him.
"Okay. It's been hard though. I never realized how integrated into our lives he was till he was gone." Jazz looked at him with a sympathetic nod and gave him a hug. After that she went off to talk to the others. Danny looked over and saw the groundskeeper planting the grass. He went over and read the headstone.
RIP
Daniel James Fenton
April 3rd, 2022 - August 17th, 2032
Son of Danny and Sam Fenton
A good son. A big joy.
The tears just came back as he looked at a picture of Daniel inscribed onto the top of the headstone. He went back over to the group and listened to the conversation. They had set up a memorial at the end of the dock and in front of his school, both of which were now littered with flowers and cards, and almost the entire town had come out. The fire had gone away on it's own, and divers had searched all around it, including Danny himself, and there was not one trace of Daniel to be found. He shut his eyes tight, not wanting to think about what had happened. Every major newspaper had run the news as a front page story. "Daniel Fenton Burned in Ectoplasmic Fire. No remains found. Assumed dead." Danny just sat back, the memories flooding in. The day he was born. His first steps. The first time he had phased out. He especially remembered the time he had told them about his alternate future. Daniel had gotten close to him and just held on, afraid of the thought that his daddy could be evil. Danny had reassuringly held him till he fell asleep. A sad smile crossed his face.
Why? That was the question that kept jabbing into him mercilessly. Why had he given in and let him come? Why hadn't he been paying attention? Why didn't he catch him? Why couldn't he save him?
He also laid blame on the government. They were the ones who had created this monster. They were the ones who made him too much of a ghost. They were the idiots. He also gave blame to the ghost himself. He had created the fire. He had dove into it. And of the three, he was the one Danny could take his anger out on. He didn't want to, but something told him if he ever ran into that ghost again, it wouldn't be a pretty sight.
His thought were interrupted when his phone beeped. He took it out of his pocket and looked at the screen. It was the guys in white.
"Hello?"
"Danny, we found him.