Time Has Come Chapter 17 Insanity, a danny phantom fanfic

Okay I know you guys must be ultimately pissed off at me but its not my fault! First, I was in the hospital again -_- because I had a contusion on my arm and shoulder plus a concussion on my head. Next, I was forced into a vacation I didn't know till last minute. Last, after this vacation, literally right after, I'm heading to Georgia for a championship tournament. Then, I can go home and rest, maybe. X_X just kill me….This chapter is going to be based off the song "Last Resort" by Papa Roach. Why? I don't know, I was just listening to rock and R&B this whole trip.

I don't own DP, though I wish…

Time has come

April 27, 2013

Chapter 17:

Insanity's Resort

"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.

Bright lights surrounded my vision, blinding my view. I tried to move my hands but found my body too weak to even wiggle my fingers. I looked down to a tattered Danny Phantom suit. Green and red substances filled my long wounds scarring my arms and stomach. My head had an earth-splitting headache. I couldn't hear anything but ringing in my ears, my legs numb. Something wet filled the holes inside my suit.

The light slowly subsided to a surgical room with patches of blood on the floor. Scratches of green ghost blood and crimson-reed clawed the wall s of the room as if someone were crawling, begging for mercy. A light swinging in a circle provided spotlights around. What I saw nearly made me crawl in a corner and yell for help, shaking in fear. Dead, bloody, massacred bodies surrounded the now bloody floor. About 5 to 6 people piled up on the blood red floor. (WARNING: GRUESOME PART COMING! NOT RECOMMENDED FOR KIDS!) The G.I specialist's eyes wide open stared up at me in fear, his pale balled up in a tight fist, clutched in pain. The other hand was no longer attached, neither was the forearm. The two limbs were sprawled in other sections of the room. His back was torn, his spine now clearly visible. His legs were cut off from the knee down, wounds covered his thighs. His body was surrounded in a pool of his own blood and the other deceased corpses. The others had organs ripped mercilessly from their stomachs, legs cut off, and other body parts missing or thrown carelessly across the room. The operating table was full of organs, limbs, even eyeballs.

I looked at myself once again, more clearly this time. My body was covered in claw-like wounds, blood covered my limp hands and body. Slowly, I got up. My legs refused to function as my body landed smack into the blood covered floor. I yell out, screaming and pounding my fists onto the ground causing the blood to splatter onto my face from the impact I had made. "SOMEBODY HELP!" I continue. I glanced at the double doors, though the small windows. No light came through. Just pitch-black darkness and flashes of light once every 4 or 5 seconds.

I was terrified

Even worse, my body was too weak to keep its Phantom form intact. The white rings appeared around my waist, traveling up and down my upper body and torso, switching me to Fenton. I still had my hospital gown and bracelet on, now soaked in blood. My wounds still fresh from the previous events. Everything was still blank. I have no idea what happened, I don't remember. I stood on my legs, using the wall to hold me up. Careful, not to touch the bloody corpses. I reached the two wooden brown doors, pushing it open slowly. The hall was abandoned, destroyed, dark. The only visible light was the exit signs and sparks of light from the hanging hospital lights. It was just like a horror film. Those gruesome, scary movies that makes you want to run behind your couch in fear or clutch the closest person nearest to you while they clutch the couch's arm rest. Taking small steps forward I look behind me in case of an attacker or ghost ambushes me.

Then I heard it

This ear shattering roar that will send you to your knee's or sprint away and jump out the window in attempt to save yourself. I bit my lip, covering my ears, leaning against the wall. One question ran through my mind. What is that?

It kept coming closer and closer. Scratching can be heard, sounding like nails on a chalk board. I quickly turn around and ran to the opposite direction in a full out sprint. Spotting an empty closet, I brake my run, my shoes squeaking in process. I take one quick glance back and ran into the pitch black closest and falling with a grunt of pain. The animalistic roar could be heard what seemed from arms reach. Blood seeped from my stab wound. As black dots flooded my vision, the creature's roar faded in the background as I slipped into consciousness.

"AHHHHH!" My eyes immediately shot up at hearing the cry for help. But, what caught my attention wasn't what it was it was who it was. "SAM!" Standing up, I raced out into the nearly black hallway. More blood seeped out my stomach. My hand reach out, covering my bloody wound. Blood dripped onto the floor. "Help me PLEASE!" "Shut up girl. Or I'll make this harder than it already is." I stopped, stone cold. Vlad…"DANNY!" She shouted. I don't know how or when. As soon as I started running my hooded ghost form took over. "Argggg!" I yell my battle cry. It takes a lot to break me but when Sam's in the middle or brought into this, whoever got her aren't coming home walking or better yet alive. "Danny turn around." A familiar voice rang. "Malcolm?" I say while turning around. Malcolm, in a crouch position, had scratches on his face and a bit of tattered clothing. But, besides that he was in well condition. "C'mere I need your help." He said waving me over. I walked towards him, then a shocked expression on his face. "Hide!" He yelled in a demanding whisper.

Then that unforgettable roar came from behind me as everything went black.

Yep. Short chapter. It's not very comfortable typing while being cramped in the back of a SUV, but I will write a much bigger one next time. Guess what I got?! A DANNY PHANTOM HOODIE! Its awesome right. It feels like winning the Grammy awards. SEE YA NEXT TIME!

*N.O.L.T*

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