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Shadow Ink, chapter 4
Danny closed his eyes and sighed with relief as he breathed in fresh air again. Sticking to her promise, Scarlett had finally taken him outside. The only downside was that it was just a large garden right in the middle of the research facility, surrounded by four boring grey concrete walls with one way windows. Probably so the scientists could continue to observe him.
The young halfa looked around. There were no trees, just small shrubs and flowerbeds – most likely so that he was in sight all of the time with nowhere to hide. Scarlett had disappeared; he was the only person in the garden.
Wondering what he should do, Danny sat down on the slightly damp grass and thought hard. He could use his ghost powers to fly out of the garden and escape maybe…
He looked up at the sky. Even though it was expected, he was disappointed at the fact a glass roof was covered the garden. It was barely noticeable, but there all the same.
After a few moments' hesitation Danny decided he had nothing to lose against the scientists. He reached out for his ghost half and transformed, letting the white rings spread across his body and change him into his alter-ego, Phantom. Then he took off into the air towards the glass roof.
When he reached it, he tapped it with his finger experimentally. The glass was cold, but not as cold as him. It felt very thin too, so Danny tried aiming a punch at it.
"It won't work," he heard a voice call from somewhere below him, "that glass is reinforced with all kinds of stuff. You'd have to hit it with a one-hundred ton steel ball to break that open."
Danny looked down to see the boy he had met a few days before in room 67, Luke. The scar on his face was as plain as ever and his left eye was still shut.
The halfa floated the ground the greet him. He was really the only acquaintance he had here.
"That's a shame," Danny said. He didn't try to make himself sound sad.
"You're a ghost, aren't you?" Luke asked simply.
Danny sat down on the grass again like earlier. Luke copied. "I guess I am," he said, "but only half."
"What do you mean?" Luke was puzzled.
Deciding the other teen wasn't going to do any harm, Danny let himself transform back into his human form.
Luke's open eye widened in surprise and he shuffled back a bit. "Wow," he said, "that's really… interesting. I've never seen a power like that before. So you're what, like, half-dead?"
Danny shrugged. "I guess I am," he replied, "if you put it that way." He stood up and glanced around the garden. "What is this place anyway?" he asked Luke.
The other boy shrugged. "I'm not sure, really," he answered honestly, "nobody tells me anything. I've only actually met a few people here in my life, you being one of them." He noticed Danny staring absent-mindedly at his scar. "This?" he pointed to it, "This is from when I was younger."
"How did you get it?" Danny asked, not trying to sound rude.
"I don't remember much," Luke hung his head a bit, "There was a fire, and I think I… I think I made it."
Danny gave him a curious look as he continued, "someone brought me here and I remember them using something sharp down the side of face. They cut through my eye and stuff and I think they took it out." Luke winced before he carried on. "When I woke up, my eye was replaced with this," Luke opened his left eye to reveal something like a black ball with a yellow dot in the middle. It looked like an eye, but the wrong colour.
Danny gasped, slightly shocked. "But… but why would they do something like that?"
Luke hesitated for a moment, then replied, "Danny, everyone I've met here has had some kind of-"
"Power?" Danny interrupted.
"In a way, yes," Luke said, "either that or they're extremely skilled in one thing. I think this eye… sort of takes away power. If I made that fire, that's what it's for. I'm only guessing, but up until a few years ago I kept trying to set something alight, but nothing happened."
Danny nodded. "I get it, but what if the eye isn't for that?"
Luke shrugged. "No idea," he said.
"This is just too much to take in," Danny stared at the floor, wondering what he should do next.
"I wouldn't worry about it," Luke said, "you'll get by, you just have to-"
"05327, 04738, you are required to be escorted back to your cells and then you must await further instructions." A voice sounded over a loudspeaker somewhere, interrupting Luke's sentence.
"Looks like we have to go now," Luke shrugged, "see you later, Ghost Boy."
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"Why did you leave your room?" The Ghost Writer forced Sam against the wall, hitting her head against the grey concrete.
"I… didn't know I was… supposed to…" Sam tried her best to breathe with his hand covering her face.
The Ghost Writer grinned, "Well, I think it's time for you to go back, don't you?" He grabbed Sam's arm again and took her back down the passageway into her 'room'.
She was pushed inside and she landed on the floor, but her hands broke her fall. When she got up, Sam ran straight for the door. Unfortunately, the Ghost Writer had already left and had locked the door behind him, trapping her inside with not even a window as a tiny chance of escape.
But why was the Ghost Writer suddenly so powerful? Danny's description said that he was a ghost you wouldn't want to come across, but he was easy to defeat. Why then could he control Sam's every move, even outside of his poems?
The goth sunk to the hard wooden floor, her back against the wall. Her wrist was bruised and her hands stung from when she had fallen, but it didn't matter to her. Her only thought was escape, but at that moment, even her breathing could be controlled by that ghost. He could do anything to her, no exceptions. Was he now so powerful he could control time like Clockwork? He could turn midnight to 3am with just a few words on a piece of paper.
Sam stared at her feet in dismay. Her boots were already starting to wear after she had only bought them a few weeks before and something sharp was already caught in the buckle.
Suddenly she had an idea. Being extra careful, Sam gently prised what turned out to be a paperclip out of her shoe without scratching her skin.
Standing up, she bent the paperclip into a straight line and pushed it into the lock, hoping to find a way out.
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"What are we going to tell Maddie?" Jack was sat down at the kitchen table with Jazz.
Jazz shook her head dismissively, "I don't know," she sounded depressed, "maybe if I'd have found you two sooner we could have got Danny out of the house and into the Ghost Zone. That would have been the best place to hide him."
"I don't think it matters, Jazzy pants. The Guys in White were in every room of the house. They would have found Danny anyway," Jack stared at Danny's half-eaten fudge on the table and sighed. "And look," he said sadly, "he didn't even get to finish his fudge."
Maddie chose this time to come in. She had left quickly to get a few things from the shops just after dinner and walked into the room with three bags full of food in her hands.
"Are you OK?" she asked her husband and daughter, then looked around, confused. "Is Danny still in his room?"
Jack shook his head but didn't reply.
"He's gone," Jazz said simply, "the Guys in White took him away, completely legally."
Maddie's eyes widened and she dropped the bags she was holding.
"Danny…" she breathed.
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