Sorry for not updating sooner! My chapter got deleted somehow and I got mad. I didn't feel like writing until I had a bright idea when I was read my book, Article 5. I hope you like it!

Time has come

April 7, 2013

Chapter 16:

De Los Angeles

Previously on time has come…

"Mr. James, we have to do a small procedure on your stomach. Well, not surgery but a G.I." (A/N: When I was in the hospital they had to do something called an upper G.I and a lower G.I. It's not surgery but I'll explain in the story.) My head cocked to the side. "What's a G.I?" I ask. "It's when they put you to sleep and grab two small cameras, stick it up your rear and then another down your mouth. It's completely painless." I cringed at the idea. "What's it for?" 'Please don't be bad, please don't be bad' I prayed. "It's nothing bad, it is just to check if you have any internal damage. We will perform tomorrow morning. You will be on a liquid diet till then. A nurse will bring you 2 clear bottles. You have to drink every drop of both. It's gonna make you got to the bathroom but it will cleanse your system. After, midnight you will not eat nor drink anything. Okay?" He ask as I nod. He smiles and walks out.

In my mind all I could think is 'Crap. Why me?'. Yep I was practically complaining in my head. A few more hours another man came inside. "Hello D'anton. My name is Dr. Kinderal. I'm your G.I specialist." He introduced as he clapped his hands together and looks around the room, sucking his bottom lip. You know. Kinda what you do when you're nervous. "Uh, this is my first upper and lower G.I operation but don't worry okay? I just came in to introduce myself and tell you what's going to happen tomorrow but your doctor already explain I see." He explained as he reaches his hand behind his neck in a nervous manner. I roll my eyes 'Man, this guy is gonna cause MORE damage inside than the knife even did.' I thought. "Well, it was nice meeting you." He smiles as he walks to the door, eager to leave. 'ok-aaayyy' I thought.

This little operation is officially gonna suck. I hope Sam comes before I go. I want to see her face before I die in a 'painless' operation. I quoted with my finger. I check my phone only to find a text banner on the screen reading 'See ya in the morning!' sent by Sam. I smile. Even though she's my fiancée, I fall for her more and more each day. I hope one day I could sit with her in a bench, watching our son play with his friends. My arms around her waist as she sat on my lap, laying on my chest. I smile even more as my son's laughter fills my ears. Like music and joy combined all at once. Yep, I definitely fall more and more for this girl each day.

I kept on running, sweat beaming down my forehead and onto my tattered shirt. Explosions booming behind and on the side of me. My breath labored, my legs cut and bruised. Painfully making my attempt of escape harder to complete. Gunshots can be heard, screams and cries for help filled the black-smoked air. My arm burned from the fight I tried to put up a few minutes ago. My hand grasping my wound in my chest.

How did it all happen? It was just a normal day. I was walking down the park, the smell of flowers filled my nose. Crunching could be heard under my shoes as I walked through the green grass. Birds flying overhead, people chattering and playing with their kids. Then, all of a sudden I heard a scream and everything stopped. The birds, the people, and the crunching as I stopped walking. Everything was silent and still. Soon, another filled the silent air in an alley behind me as I turned as fast. I transformed into my alter-ago and fly in search of the source. I heard a firework pop and just as fast as I heard it I was falling from the impact. Dots of black filled my vision as I held my wound. My eye lids close, consuming me into darkness. Screams of the wind filled my ears. I felt myself coming nearer and nearer to my death until…

"Argh!" I yelled as I quickly sat up. I instantly regretted it as a sharp pain enter the side of my stomach. I groaned in pain as I clutched my stomach tightly. My eyes closed tightly and my other hand gripping the sheet of the hospital bed. A few seconds past and the pain slowly subsided into a minor pain. I open my eyes and observe the room. Silent and black.

The only light in the room was a few colored buttons on the side of my bed and the white screen of the IV machine as it made a beeping sound every few seconds. Beads of sweat run down my face and onto my bare shoulder and back. I reach my left hand up to my neck and scratched the back of my head. I turned slowly to the pale-white night stand to my right and reached for my cellphone. I tapped the home button on the bottom as the light of the screen brighten the dark room. 5:48 AM, Sunday, October 10. I still have 12 minutes till they take me down to the OR for the G.I's operation.

I returned my phone in its place and, one at a time, I pulled my legs out of the covers and onto the cold, concrete, floor. My feet retract at the coldness, but soon sighed and planted my feet fully on the floor. I used the IV pole to pull my body of the bed. I grunted and groaned at the pain and frustration. I stood for a minute till I pushed my IV pole along with me to the bathroom. The cool of the metal burning my hot skin. I opened the metal door with one hand and the other pulled the IV inside along with me. God I hate this stupid IV. I sit in the toilet while the beeping of the IV machine and the dripping of the water entering my veins filled the bathroom. I rolled my eyes. Talk about privacy. Yanking some toilet paper to clean myself and then threw it carelessly into the yellow water below me. I pulled the metal handle and flushed away the contents as I walked to the sink a few feet away. I squirted some soup into the palm of my hands and turned the faucet on with the back of my wrist, turning the handle a bit. Dipping my hands inside and scrubbed them in between my fingers and the inside of my nails. Rinsed of the last bit of soup and turned the faucet of. Turning to a paper-towel machine with a sensor and instructions on the top. I swiped my hand on the front as it made a whirring sound as paper-towel appeared below. I pulled the brown paper out from under and dried my hands, the rough texture drying the water from my hands.

The brown paper balled up in my hand as I looked at myself in the mirror. Pale face. Swollen eyes. My hair sticking up into a million places. I'd never pictured myself so tired before. Honestly, I look down. Half of my body was numb, the gauze wrapped around my stomach was crimson red, blood soaking trough. A chill ran through my spine. I nose and eyes scrunched up in curiosity. I look closely to the mirror. I see red eyes and a black shadow looming behind me. Its hand slowly pulled up and pointed at me from behind. As fast as I saw it, it disappeared into thin air as if it never existed. I search the room in horror and fear. 'Knock, knock.' "Mr. James we're ready for you." Came a women's voice through the door. I take a deep breath and responded with a 'thank you'. Stealing another suspicious glance at the mirror I walked out of the room, taking the machine along.

Few minutes later…

"Okay, sweetie, this is going to hurt a bit." They old lady next to my side warned as she stabbed another IV injection into my arm. I release a grunt of pain, pulling on the arm restraints. She tapped it back onto my arm, gave me a smile and waved me off flirty. I shudder, eww. My face scrunched as I bowed my head. A man and a women nurse came and pushed my gurney into the operating room. I see the specialist and another man nurse talking to each other. The man looked demanding at the specialist as the specialists nodded in a scared way. I was about to say something when all of a sudden I get pulled down and a green mask get pulled over my mouth. It was very cool yet it burn. I screamed at the burning until everything went completely black.

Sam's car… (Narrator's POV)

As Sam was driving nearer and nearer to the hospital, she spotted a great statue of her fiancée holding the world in his left hand and standing tall and proud. Sam then stopped the car and sat there for a moment before making a large U-turn to the cemetery. Parking in the empty lot Sam opened her door and walked inside the graveyard making her way up hill were lay the grave were her fiancée lays. Seeing the tomb nearly killed her inside. She sunk to her knees as fresh tears streamed down her face. The cloudy day turned into a thunder storm as thunder clapped above her. Rain falling on her bowed head. She looked up at the engraved letters that read:

Here lies Daniel James Fenton/Phantom

Loving son, friend, fiancée,

And greatest hero who ever lived.

1990-2013

"Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings

Where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws."

Sam's tears clouded her eyes as she clutched her head and bowed down. "Why? Why, why, why, why-how could this happen to me!" She yelled, chocking on her sobs as she cried "Please Danny, please come back to me. Come back to your life." She mumbled to no one in particular as the lightning strikes and the thunder clapped loudly. Sam didn't even flinch at the booming sound as the earth shakes. "You have a baby. A boy, girl, twins, I don't know." She said, calmer than before. Looking up once again at the tomb smiling, tears still streaming down her red-cheeked face. "All I know is that you're gonna be a father." She mumbled, nearly broke down at the last word of the sentence. "I love you and I miss you. Malcolm's been there for me but I still don't feel the same love I had in my heart for you." She looked away, turning to the grass. "He's sweet but not the same. I want our baby to have a father. It would hurt to tell him his Daddy died before he or she was born." She plucked a piece of freshly wet grass, twirling it in her small, pale fingers. "I thank you for giving me a child but I also want you too. I want you to climb out and marry me on the spot and raise our children as they should be raised. With a father." She stood up from the muddy ground and lightly touched the grave with her fingers and planting a kiss on top. "I love you baby. So much that my heart hurts that you're not next to me right now." She looked down and back up to the stone. "Good-bye." She whispered as she glanced at the stone and walked to the parking lot. Tears falling freely down her pale face as she drove off.

That's all she remembered until a figure standing in the middle of the road caused her to swerve and flip into a nasty car accident.

CLIFFHANGER! Ha-ha you guys hate it don't ya! The irony…do know what I need right now? A WHOOPER! Lol, don't get the joke? Then look up Danny phantom burger king and you'll understand. I'll see ya'll soon! Oh! Like my picture? I drew that for the story! Oh and no I am not country I am Spanish 13-year old girl. Just so you know! I know weird…O_o