AN: In which I try to be dramatic and fail miserably.~
"OUCH! That hurt! If you're going to shoot at me, can't you at least just knock me out in one shot?"
"Quit your bellyaching, ghost punk, and hold still!"
Another blast, and Danny went plummeting, slamming into the ground hard enough to leave a Danny-sized crater. He struggled to get back to his feet as footsteps drew closer, the whine of ecto-blasters charging sending chills of fear down his spine, but only managed to raise himself on his elbows before he felt a barrel press to his head.
"End of the line, ghost kid," Maddie snarled, tightening her grip on the gun. Danny held his hands up in a desperate bid for mercy. "Hey, don't I get to speak in my own defense," he said shakily, flinching when the cold metal pressed harder against his temple for the cheeky response. But Maddie didn't reply; in fact, she was being unusually quiet. He opened his eyes, and followed her stunned gaze down to his side, where a large gash provided a steady flow of glowing ectoplasm, mixed with...
Eyes bulging, Danny took advantage of her shock and fled, leaving Maddie to stare after him, gun clattering to the ground. The sound of her husband's pounding feet and heaving breath grew closer, and when he drew to a halt beside her, she turned and stared at him with a face even paler than Danny's.
"Jack, he...he had blood in his ectoplasm..."
Hope you enjoyed!~