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Previously on time has come….
As soon as it was safe, I started to vomit all my contents out. "D'anton!" Stupid boss. "D'anton! Come here or you're fired!" She threatened in her high preppy voice. "My name is Danny." I mumbled to myself. I hate being called D'anton. It's not my real name. D.J, I don't mind. My cousin's used to call me that all the time or they'd call me Danny of course. "D'an-""I'M COMING!" My voice boomed. I can only picture her voice. Mouth open, eyebrows in the air (it's an expression just so you know.), fists keep clenching and unclenching not knowing what exactly what to do with them, body stiff, and the most priceless face ever. I chuckled.
I can hear my boss practically walking all over the place with her high heels making the sounds of 'click, click, click' back and forth it's making me insane. "Could you just stop walking for once? I swear I will get out of this bathroom in a minute! God!" I yell at the silver door.
I head to where the twin sinks were. I opened one of them in super cold water and I grabbed a few paper towels that was in-between the two. I created a small pool of water in the palms of my hands then proceeded to pour it on my face. I continue this a few times then I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair is a mess, clothes are messed up lipstick on my face. I was a total mess. I once again splash my face then dried it with a few paper towels. I fixed my hair to its normal style, fixed my clothes to what it looked like before, and put some new cologne. I put on my black jacket, I then realize…this was gonna be a longgg day. I thought as I rolled my eyes and banged my head on the wall next to me. Why me? I ask myself.
After work hours…
'I am so damn tired of this job! If it's not the paperwork, then it's my boss; one thing the next…' Danny Fenton thought to himself as he currently driving home from a 7-hour shift. His right arm steering the car in a direction while his free hand held his head as he gripped it out of stress. He then feels something vibrate in his back pocket. He switches hands and uses his right hand to grip the vibrating source only to pull out his cell phone. On the screen it read '1 new message' on a banner slot while another says '3 missed calls'. The latter slides his finger across the bottom and unlocks the phone with a 'click'. He first checks the missed calls
Malcolm: 4:18 PM Missed call 2
1 (256) 348-3561: 1:56 PM Missed call 1
Danny didn't recognize the last number.He just shrugged it off and insisting on returning both calls as soon as he can. He then exits out of the application and taps on the message app. Who texted him shocked the latter beyond belief.
"Sam…" His voice came out as a whisper. There it read '1 new message Sam Manson'. He, of course changed his phone number to avoid trying to be called by someone familiar. It would only blow his cover. The latter than clicked on the message: 'Hi. It's the girl from the supermarket earlier. I was just wonder if we could get a coffee tomorrow morning at 9 if it's ok.'
Danny smiled and started typing up a message to reply 'Sure, I'd love to. I see you than.' He hit send and returned his phone to his back pocket. The latter returned to the position he currently was in before the phone vibrated. He then glanced at the radio and shrugged. His right hand reached for the radio and switched it on.
There's a hole in my heart that's bleeding
But it's giving me strength I needed
To carry on, I'm moving on
I'm not giving up that easily
He smiled once again, this was one of Sam's and his favorite rock song. Every time he lost confidence or he's ready to give up, knee and just be done, he listen to this song. It always encourages him, pulls him, to do bigger things.
I can see the background breaking
It does not stop the scars were making
I'm standing strong, it won't be long
Until I see you face to face
'Until I see you face to face…' He thought. The unbearable pain and hell to be away from Sam and his son makes him want to scream and just give up all. He always stood strong and proud, but on the inside he's torn into little slits of all his life. Once, and a while the pain would overwhelm him and he would sneak, with a razor, into the bathroom or a really dark room and just cut away. But, he would just use his healing ability and end up closing them up; however, the scars remained. It's a price he must make for his attempt.
I'm not going down that easy
It takes more than that just to break me
I'm not going down without bleeding
I'm not going down, down without a fight
But, one thing is correct.
He would never go down without a fight…
Whatever it takes to get to Sam and his son, he would take. Whether it's going to war against millions of ghosts or walking across the world none stop just to get to her. Just as long as he doesn't lose her or her love. She is his world and his only.
It never mattered what I took for chances
It never mattered where I looked for answers
I'm taking the blame, this isn't a game
I just can't watch you fake it
'The pain I see her deal day to day. Night after night. She would cry herself to sleep at night and I would hold her till the morning sun appears then I would have to leave. Not without kissing her on her beautiful face. I would kiss her growing stomach lightly, smile, and take off.' Danny thought grinning ear to ear at the night and morning activities. 'I will take any chances, find out answers wherever they are. But, I can't see her break down and suffer then put a fake face on and wear around like a mask.' Danny's face fell at the thought.
I'm not going down that easy
It takes more than that just to break me
I'm not going down without bleeding
I'm not going down, down without a fight
Every night, every dream he had, always was about Sam in his arms and his son chasing other kids, playing hide and seek with his friends. But, then it would switch to a horrific nightmare. Town burning, blood-curling scream all across, houses on fire. It was a gruesome sight and the man who caused all this was himself. If not himself the Vlad.
Vlad's eyes would glow a deep, crimson red, lips twisted in a sick smile. He would turn and say "This you fault. All yours." He would lift something in his grasp. Danny's eyes grow wide with shock and pain. His son….
Danny then shook the memory off and focused driving. 'It takes more to then a dream to break me…'
I won't go down without a fight
It's just you and me tonight
Face to face and do or die
I lay it all out on the line
He'd always be more than willing to lay himself on the line for Sam. Just as long as he got to say 'good-bye' or 'I love you' before he passed. Do or die…just him and his love, together one last night.
I'm not going down
I'm not going down
I'm not going down without a fight
Without a fight
I'm not going down that easy
It takes more than that just to break me
I'm not going down without bleeding
I'm not going down, down without a fight
Danny then smiled as he parked the car, turned off the ignition, and proceeded to the warehouse entrance. 'It takes more than Vlad, a ghost, even hell, to separate me from her. Nothing, EVER, is going to break me and I will NEVER go down without a fight.' The latter thought to himself as he unlocked the door and strode into the pitch black warehouse.
(Once again, perfect ending, but gonna continue. =P)
Danny's POV
As soon as I enter the eerie warehouse, I get this feeling in the tip of my stomach, resembling something is here along with me. I hear shuffling and footsteps on one side then another. I then transform into my normal trench coat hoodie attire, my white hair glistening in the small light I turned on when I came inside. Everywhere else was completely pitch black but the light above me. "Death? You're in here?" I ask "Stop playing around, it's not funny." "Who says it was?" Says a deep voice from the dark corner. "SHOW YOURSELF NOW!" I yell to the mysterious voice. He laugh evilly and said "Alright. But, you might not like what you see." He said as he stepped out of the shadow.
I swear my jaw hit the floor and my head hurts from how big my eyes widen. There, on front of him, stood a man about 10 years older than him, with flamed white hair, eeriesh blue-skin, fangs as teeth, snake tongue, his attire was my old DP HAZMIT suit with a few changes to it and a cape.
"Dan…" I whispered. I recover from my shock, got into my fighting stance and quickly held up my hands, charging up ecto-energy on both. "What are you doing here?" I say through my clenched teeth. He smiled and responded "Just dropping by I wanted to see how my younger self was going." He then takes a step forward and examines me. "I see you upgraded your powers." He chuckled darkly "Let's test it out shall we?" He says as he shoots a green plasma ray at me. I barley dodged it the first time, I only got a small cut on my forearm. He continued shooting, a few hit me but he didn't cause any major damage. Dan was starting to get frustrated and started to throw slices of plasma energy towards my direction.
I smirked and dodged them once again. I proceeded to walk towards him while dodging his attacks. "Argh!" He yelled. Once I reach him I wrap my fingers around his neck I squeeze a bit. "What are you?" He asked. I tilted my head, my body was losing control. I wouldn't do this. 'What's going on?" I tried to ask but instead a sadistic voice responded saying 'you'll see soon enough.'
I felt myself smirk evilly as I cock my head to the side. "Hmm. Let's say I'm the nightmare you'll never wake up from." I say grimly as I snap his next with my skeleton hand. His body hangs motionless and lifeless as I throw him across the room, his body rams into the far wall. 'You see? I can give you so much power. I can give you the world, I can make you king of ghosts, anything you wish.' 'NO! Get out of my HEAD!' I screamed at the voice. I gripped my head trying to regain control of my body. "This is my body now." He said smiling. "Very well. Since you refused my offer," He said as he held up my bone hand "I shall kill you." My eyes go wide with fear as a long green bladed knife appeared in the grasp of my hand. "NO! I won't let you!" I screamed as I tried to make the knife disappear with no avail. "Good-bye ghost-boy." He replied in a deep voice as the knife embedded itself in the left side of my stomach.
My hand gripped the handle of the knife and continue putting more and more pressure on it. I then felt the need to cough.
That was a big mistake.
As soon as I started to cough, blood oozed its way out of my mouth and sputtered as I try to talk. I couldn't breathe anymore. The blood rushed all throughout my body, drowning my organs. I felt my heart race and my body becoming cold. My hand then turned the knife clock-wise. I squeezed my eyes, in pain and suffering. I couldn't scream because of all the blood clogging my throat. 'Have a nice nap.' The voice said jokingly as it chuckled darkly. 'Screw you.' I saw before everything went pitch black. 'Not again!' I yelled into the pitch black abbess.
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