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Shadow Ink, Chapter 3
"05327, you have been summoned to lab 62," a woman's voice rung through the intercom in monotone.
Danny sighed, slightly relieved, as he sat up. The GIW had kept him in his dark cell for at least a week now, with nothing to do but stare at the ceiling. He had seen people peek in through the tiny windows, observing him with clipboards and taking down notes on his behaviour. At least now he could actually do something, even if it was probably an experiment.
The door to his cell opened and a heavily armed guard stood waiting for him.
"This way," he shoved the gun into Danny's back, "we ain't got any time for resisting, kid."
The guard led him down countless white winding passages, passing different cells and labs. What made Danny even more uneasy than he already was were the screams of pain and agony that came from behind them. Swallowing nervously, he followed the man into a room with door labelled '67'. A whiteboard was also stuck to it, which said '05327. Daniel James Fenton. 11:30am. Exp. 475.' There was a name after his too: '04736. Luke Nathans. 11:50am. Exp. 682.'
Once inside, he saw an older-looking man and a young woman clutching a black clipboard.
"05327?" she asked, looking at him.
Danny simply nodded stiffly and sat down in the plastic chair she then proceeded to point to. The guard left soon after and the young halfa was left alone in the room with the two strangers.
"My name is Scarlett Newman and this is Dr Brent. I'll be your… advisor for the time you're here."
"And how long is that?" Danny asked, giving her an icy stare.
"We'll see," she said after a while.
"I'll need to take some samples now, Miss Newman," Dr Brent finally spoke, but it was aimed at Scarlett.
"Yes, of course." She turned to Danny and grabbed his wrist, turning his palm upwards.
Dr Brent picked up a syringe from the small table next to him and washed it in a sink nearby. After checking that it was dry, he walked back over to Danny.
"Uh, what are you going to do with that?" Danny asked, nervously trying to break away from Scarlett as Dr Brent pointed the sharp needle towards his arm.
"Relax, 05327, we just need to take some blood samples," Danny knew Scarlett was trying her best
to keep him as calm as possible, but calling him by a number didn't help at all.
Danny winced as Dr Brent pushed the needle through his skin and he felt slightly faint as he saw his own blood fill the syringe.
"You told me 05327 was a ghost, Scarlett," Dr Brent seemed slightly agitated, "I don't see any ectoplasm anywhere. In fact," he eyed Danny, "it doesn't look like a ghost at all."
"05327 is a half-ghost, doctor," Scarlett replied, "maybe you misunderstood."
"A half-ghost?" Dr Brent raised an eyebrow, "now that is very interesting." He turned to Danny, but he still spoke to Scarlett, "does it have any ectoplasm, or is it just regular blood?"
"I think you'll have to ask 05327," she answered, "this is the first time I've seen it too. I have read the reports on it, but I know very little."
"Well?" Dr Brent asked Danny, "Do you?"
Danny nodded meekly.
There was silence for a while until Scarlett said, "05327, I think Dr Brent would like a sample of ectoplasm. Would you be good enough to help him?"
Danny broke away from the advisor and folded his arms, "Why should I? What would I possibly get out of this?"
"A chance at going outside," Scarlett offered quickly.
Danny's face lit up at the thought of breathing fresh air again, but he tried not to show it. Instead, he grumbled, "fine, whatever."
Scarlett didn't react as Danny transformed, as if she was expecting it. Dr Brent though had a slight hint of awe on his face for a moment, but after catching Danny's gaze, he quickly neutralized his expression.
"Sit back down, 05327," Scarlett grabbed Danny's wrist again and held it out for Dr Brent to take a sample.
Dr Brent took off Danny's right glove and rolled up his sleeve, then pressed the needle through his skin for the second time.
This time bright green ectoplasm appeared in the syringe.
"Perfect," Danny heard Dr Brent mutter.
They sat in silence for a while as Dr Brent put the syringe in what looked like a fridge. Danny fidgeted in his seat nervously, not really wanting to know what the doctor was going to try and take from him next.
Suddenly, they heard a knock on the door.
Scarlett immediately got up and looked through the small window, out into the passage.
"04736 is here doctor," she checked her watch, confused. "Oh," Scarlett realised, "we've over run with 05327."
When the advisor opened the door, Danny saw a boy about his age enter the room, followed by a guard in the same uniform than the one that had led him to room 67. The boy looked normal at first; fairly tall, dark brown hair which fell neatly around his face and hazel eyes. Then when he turned his face to the side as he looked around the room, Danny saw an ugly scar running all the way from one side of his forehead to the bottom of his chin. He couldn't tell if the boy was missing an eye on that side, because his eyelid was shut.
The boy caught sight of Danny and titled his head slightly to one side in a curious expression.
"Scarlett," he asked, "who is this?"
"04736, this is 05327. He got here last week."
"Oh," 04736 replied, "it's nice to meet you." He held out his hand towards Danny, "I'm Luke."
Danny shook Luke's hand, surprised at how confident he sounded around the doctors and Scarlett.
As if he could tell what Danny was thinking, he said, "I've been here most of my life. Scarlett's almost like my mum. Anyway," he looked at Dr Brent, "I think it's my turn now, 05327."
"04736 is right," Scarlett said to Danny, "you need to go now. I'll see you next week."
"Uh, OK," Danny stood up and Luke's guard led him out swiftly, without giving a chance to say anything more.
He soon found himself back in the darkness of his cell, with no one nearby and just the now familiar distant sounds of screaming and yelling in the background.
Danny closed his eyes, wanting to block out what little light there was. He just couldn't work of Dr Brent and Scarlett. They seemed nice and caring, talking softly to him and helping him relax. But then they called him by a number all the time and referred to him as 'it'. And then when Luke came in, it was like they weren't finished with him.
Rolling onto his stomach, he tried his best to sleep. He knew it was the middle of the day from the clock in room 67, but it was so dark it could have been night anyway.
Once upon a time there was a line break called Liney. It helped Hayden switch scenes in her fic….
It took Sam a while to get used to the light that filtered into her vision as she opened her eyes. She sat up, struggling to remember where she was and why she had fallen asleep.
But why wasn't she in her room?
Sam looked around, confused. Her usual black bed had gone, replaced by a grey mattress. The floor seemed worn and dull, instead of the well-polished, shiny wood that the maid had cleaned so often. Her posters were gone to. The pictures of Dumpty-Humpty were nowhere to be seen and the walls matched the mattress with the horrible dull-grey colour. The paint was peeling in several places too.
She stood up, remembering her date with Danny the night before. They had made a tyre-swing, eaten a picnic, watched the sunset… everything they had planned to do. Then Danny had flown her home and they talked about movies on the way. And then finally…nothing. Sam couldn't recall anything after she had said goodbye to him and walked through the front door.
Suddenly she heard a loud bang coming from the other side of the wall.
Walking cautiously towards the door, she reached for the handle and it opened swiftly with a small creak.
Sam was greeted with a small passageway, with one door opposite her and another one further down. It was the same boring colour as the room she had just emerged from.
Following the direction where the sound had come from, it led her to the door at the end of the hall. This one looked slightly less damaged than the other two, but she could see through the glass window a messy room on the other side.
From what she could see, paper and books were strewn everywhere, some rotting into the floorboards as if they had been there for hundreds of years.
A dark haired man sat at a cluttered desk, facing away from her. He was scribbling furiously with a pen with his other hand on his forehead, trying to think.
Somehow sensing her presence, he turned round to see Sam. She jumped back, gasping in surprise and ducking down under the window. She hadn't seen the man before, but judging by Danny's description, she could guess that that man was the Ghost Writer – the powerful ghost who could control anyone just by writing down an action for them.
Suddenly unable to move, she crouched frozen as she heard footsteps walk up to the door and a squeak as the Ghost Writer opened it.
"Finally you're awake," he said, somehow unfreezing her, grabbing Sam's wrist and pulling her up, "I was curious to see how long it would take."
Danny: This is going to be good…
Me: What are you talking about?
Danny: You're making the ghost writer talk in rhyme, aren't you, Hayden?
Me: Yeah, so…
Danny: It's gonna be funny to see what you come up with *smiles*
Me: Oh, whatever. Please review guys! I need reviews, or I might not continue this...