A/n: hey guys I'm back I sincerely apologize for the long ass wait. As I stated before I was in an acting competition, and I had to study very hard for it. So now today was the competition, and I am free to finally start on this update.
So I'm sure if you guys remember Paul or Paulette Reynolds, Danny's first girlfriend, with navy blue hair and neon orange eyes. She will be playing a role in this chapter. DxS phans do not despair I am not pairing them together in anyway, she is just hear so Danny won't be taking to himself this whole chapter.
For those of you if any, are unclear about it, Helen sent Danny to a dimension, where he can see the events of his life from afar. He can't talk or communicate with any of the people, in a way he's kind of in his own sub consciousness.
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Anyway on with
Chapter 16: looking back
Oh yes, the past can hurt, but the way I see it, you can either run from it… or learn from it
~rafliki from the lion king
Over looker's pov
Helen Dawson, lay dismembered, in a trap that held her captive. She couldn't even touch the circle, or it would burn her like fire. She was defeated, but snakes always slither away, her trap was already set. The only one, who could save the girls, was trapped in his own, memories.
When he would get back, he would have five minutes, exactly and only five minutes, and if he couldn't figure out how, to break it by then, it would be permanent. Jazz and sage would have to live their lives forever disabled and Sam would never live her life at all.
It was all on him, it all revolved around his action. He had no knowledge of how to even begin to break it. There's an old saying, you have to know where you've been, to know where you're going. Danny didn't want to remember where he had been, he wanted to forget it.
He wanted to run, from his pain, and hope it wouldn't follow him. He couldn't run from it. It was behind him, but it still stuck with him, and it forever would, just like a shadow. He needed to realize what happened to him, happened and that was fact, and it would forever be.
He had the choice if he would continue, to let his past hold him captive. He had the choice to free himself. That was the only way, to fix his life and the lives of those around him. He would have to embrace his dark pass, and use it to make him stronger, rather than to make him bitter.
In truth both Fenton siblings, had been blind for two years. Jazz hadn't been able to see but see all along, could truly see, more than any person with perfect sight. Danny on the other hand, and been truly blind, to all the things around him.
He had been so bitter, and caught up on the past, that it was hard to see, even the possibility of a bright future ahead of him. It was hard for him, to feel deserving of the things he did have. He had got so lost into his bitterness, that he had grown to hate who he had become.
He was always snapping at his friends, and feeling worthless, in truth he had become not only a fallen hero, but her had become, a coward. He was a hero; he had flown all over, in the two years of solitude. Even though, he was slowly dying inside, he flew, and saved, and helped people, because he was the only one who could.
He never saw himself has the hero; he did what he did, because it was the right thing to do. He had saved countless, lives. Then he ran, from his life, from his heroics, like a coward he ran, from everything. He had become a selfish coward.
He never really realized when it happened, when he really fell. I suppose he was falling all along, but at the same time he was floating. He was dying, but at the same time he was living. He had always been a contraction, within himself. Way before, the accident, he was always a wide contradiction.
It was right verses, wrong, he was good versus evil, purity, verses corruption, he was two people yet he was one, he the one and only Danny Fenton/phantom. He was himself, and that's all he could ever be, that's all he could ever do.
He could only be himself, and he could only do his best. He just hoped it was good enough.
His first memory was the day he met matt nelson. The young boy hadn't yet awaked, but when he did he would get one hell of a surprise.
Danny's pov
One minute, I had defeated, Helen and the next, she was smirking at me, and sending me, and speaking some language, I didn't understand, then soon as she stops speaking, I knew things weren't going as I planned. She just looked at me, with this "I beat you", look in her eyes.
A great, and strong wind, hustled through the room. It was blowing all the rooms items, this way and that, and I just stood there, like a dear in the head lights. I tried to fly, out of dodge, but Helens indoor windstorm, was way too strong.
I fought it until my last breath, this wasn't for me, and this was for sam. I needed to see her again, even if was just one last time. At this point I fully believed, Helen's story. I fought the winds as hard as I could, and I could hear Helen's cackling, biting at my ears.
The winds knocked me to my, knees but I kept struggling, to get up, I refused to bow, I would never bow to evil. A tornado that had picked up, broken chairs, and tables and other household items was coming straight toward me. Still I refused to bow, I began to shooting rays, at Helen, but they had no effect on her, now, the winds were protecting her.
In a last ditch effort, to stop the oncoming threat, I used the one, power that was too much, for me, it weaken me, to my very being. I sucked a lucid breath in, and blew out, my ghostly wail. It weakened me, tremendously has always.
I finally had to bow, I could stand up straight. Unfortunately the wail blew Helen, right out of the devils trap, I had freed her. "Idiot" I screamed at myself, "now I'm practically powerless, and she's even more powerful" I scolded in a whisper.
"ventis capere phantasma" she spoke, had no clue what it met, but I knew it was bad knew for me. I had long since reverted back to my human, form. Soon I could assume what it met, when the tornado I had attempted to stop, blew right toward me. I looked up at it, with fear in my eyes, though I tried to mask it.
The fear wasn't for me, rather it was for the girl, that I was in love with, the one that I had failed, I believed. I felt the tornado incase me, as I drifted off, to unconsciousness.
This is my second time, being unconscious this week, can you spell not my week. I could hear sound, before I opened my eyelids. I only heard one voice, one so familiar, yet so strange. My eyelids were heavy, I struggled to open, them what I saw, was surprising to say the least.
It was Paul, my ex-girlfriend, my dead ex-girlfriend, the one I never could love. She was there standing over me, in all her ghostly glory. She looked practically the same,expect for her hair glowed and so did her eyes. Her skin was a ghastly pale, she was breathtaking, in fact she looked less like a ghost, and more like a guardian angel.
I finally stopped, staring at her and raised myself from the ground, for the first time I took in my surroundings. I blinked a few times, to make sure I was, really where I thought I was. It was true I was at yucky elementary, in the year I was a kindergarten student.
It was the day that I had met max nelson. Everything was still; it was as if you pressed the pause button, on a television. The only thing moving was me and the ghost, of Paul. She still hadn't yet spoke, and I was now fully standing on my feet.
For the first time, in 2 years Paul spoke to me.
"hello Danny" she said, in her voices barely a whisper; it was hard to see her this way. I couldn't bring myself, to answer her. She was dead, it was her but she was dead, even after 2 years, it was hard to imagine. I had known her since second grade, but yet here she was, dead.
She still had so much life to live, she never even made it to high school, she never had the chance to truly get over me, and even though I loved her, (although I would never be, in love with her) I felt guilty for her death.
Even though she died of natural causes, I felt as if I let her die. I only let one tear slip down my cheek, through the whole ordeal; the only tear I cried was one. That was all I could produce, it was all she was worth to me, and I hated it. I hated me.
I didn't fight for her life; I just lie down and let her take it. I just lie down, and let cancer eat away at her, I had succumb to cancer, I midst well had of killed her. I didn't visit her, but that one time, sure she said that's what she wanted, but in truth she wanted someone, to grab her and say, "that's not what you want".
I couldn't do that though, I wasn't strong enough. Here she was now, the woman I had practically killed, was before me. She just floated, she was still and unmoving, her chest not rising and falling. Her eyes showing no emotion. She was there, but it wasn't really her.
It was the shell of what she used, to be, the shell of the girl I had known, all those years. She was the true definition of a ghost. I couldn't look at her, no I couldn't bring myself to. It's like looking at the corps of someone, you just murdered.
The body, laying there lifeless, the wind gushing against their skin, the paleness taking over, what was once a healthy color. It wasn't that that brought, the agony, the self-loathing; it was the fact knowing this was all you're doing.
Thinking of the families they left behind, thinking of the lives that are no longer there's. Thinking of what will become of their soul, just thinking, of the life that is now no more, and knowing it's completely and totally, you're fault.
Looking at Paul's ghost was just like that. I was thinking, of the things she'd never do. I was thinking of the one tear I had cried, for her, just thinking about her, which was something I hadn't done, since the day she was something I couldn't bring myself to do.
For the first time in my life, I pitied the ghost I used, to fight. The ones that maybe I would fight again, if I ever get Sam and the others, out of this mess. I pitied them, because I thought of the lives, they two had lost.
Some of the more human seeming ones, I pitied the most. It was true though they were all once alive, once upon a time. Some of them looked so young, and once upon a time, they were probably good people. Ghost like Youngblood, ember McLain, Desiree, klemper, Dora, box ghost, lunch lady ghost, kitty and even Johnny 13, (who left a bad taste in my mouth), crossed my mind, they were the ones, who seemed human, but were sinister.
Of course there's ones, like skulker, nocturne, spectra, Bertrand, vortex, undergrowth, Aragon, technes, walker, bullet (walker's second in command), pariah, fright knight, dark Dan (who I'd never pity), Lydia (freak show's bitch), the ones that were so far gone, but still they were all once human. I still pitied them as I looked at Paul.
For the first time, I thought about the lives they used to have, and the people in those lives. I thought about the dreams that they would never live, the loves they would never enjoy, even the children they would never have.
They once had lives, it was the first time I had ever really thought about it. It shocked me, how could something so human, something that once had life in their eyes, something once so innocent, be so hell bent, on villainy. How could you go, from being a normal everyday person, to being one of the things I had to fight?
I could never even begin to understand, that. I don't understand, that thought process in turning on the morals you once had. I don't understand how you can, be pure evil, and feel no remorse. I could never understand that. Were they like that when they were alive, or after so long, of rotting away in the ghost zone, do your humanity look further and further behind, so much to the point that you feel the undying, unfightable urge to be evil.
If so, how long did Paul have, before she too, became one of them? Was she already, lost could I save her, like I hadn't before? The more I thought, I refused to look at her, and I couldn't. I couldn't acknowledge the lifelessness in her eyes, the pain of being dead, in her eyes, I couldn't.
Why was she even here, how did she even get here. Why now, after two years, of trying to erase her from my memory, why would she send it, straight to hell now. Is she here to taunt me, is she truly, vengeful like the others, now. What the hell is she doing here, I have i.t hard enough, why now, why ever, why me...
I go on and on in my mental rant, the surroundings around us, are still frozen, neither of us, have made a move to acknowledge each other, since she greeted me. We just stand her, across from each other, in complete silence, the tension so thick; you could cut it with a meat clever.
I could feel no air around us, no sight of earth, no realization that we were even in anywhere. Everything had gone blank; I was completely, lost in thought. It had been roughly, 15 minutes since she had spoken, and I still hadn't answered her.
What was there to say, what could I say, I couldn't even look at her. Just standing still here in front of her, I was going crazy; I was literally losing my mind. I knew I had to say something; I couldn't just stand there like a mute.
I had to say something, do something anything really; I just needed to do something.
"hey Paul"
I said lamely, what else could I say, I had no clue I was, completely and utterly confused, I just wanted this moment to be over with. I just wanted to save Sam, and live happily ever after, but of course fate would never be so nice.
I would have to live through this, until Helen's spell was over, and for now Paul was my only companion. Maybe she could share some light, on what the hell was going on here. I had no clue what to expect, especially since Helen's spell wasn't in English. I needed Paul's help, I had deiced. Of course I didn't deserve it, I deserved nothing from her, but I needed it.
If I was to make it, through this I needed her.
"Paul, what's going on here, where are we"
I asked, sternly, silently praying she would answer. "we are in your own sub consciousness, in laments terms in your mind." My jaw dropped at her answer, I thought Helen had sent me back in time, but no these are my memories, I'm looking at y memories.
That left questions unanswered, though why Paul was, I didn't even know her on this day. She always could she right threw me, as if to answer my questions she spoke. "I used my ghost powers to, invade your mind, I wanted to guide you, through this. I have been watching you Danny, since the day I died. I have been your angel"
I was furious now, was this some kind of joke, oh yeah life sure looked like it had an angel! Did she think this was funny, I had been possessed, I had lost everything, and that was the work of something good, watching over me? No way in hell, this must be a baster joke, this is insanity.
"this is bull shit" I said bluntly, how she dare even speak that way. After all that had happened in my life, how I could have an angel, looking out for me, how anyone could be looking out for me. There was no angel in my life, no way there wasn't it; my life was just plain hell.
It has been since the day she died, that's when my hell truly begun or maybe that was just when I accepted it. There was no shining light, no angel, and sure as hell, no guardian angel involved, in a life like mine. "from the time I died, I tried to watch over you. I have been watching over you. You're bitterness had prevented me from saving you. With darkness surrounding you, I couldn't touch you."
For the first time I looked into her eyes, they were lifeless as I expected, but I looked through them, I searched every inch. I looked for the sign of a lie, or a bastard joke, there was none? At this my gaze softened, I couldn't believe it, she was telling the truth.
She had never been known to lie… well not to me anyway. I just couldn't believe that all this time, she had been trying to reach me, but I was the darkness blacking her light. I was also blocking my own. I had let bitterness and rage, and anger, and my dark past consume, I had let darkness consume me.
I had gone about it the wrong way; I was fighting dark Dan with the wrong weapon. All this hell I had cast upon myself. I had tried to fight darkness, with darkness instead of light. That's what fueled dark Dan, that's why my attempts were in vain, it was all me.
"it was my fault wasn't it, all of this"
I stated looking at the ground, as if it were a gold piece. I was ashamed, for the umpteenth time, in my life; I couldn't look her in the eyes. For a while she didn't speak, I assumed she couldn't. maybe Helen, didn't curse me, maybe she accidently, gave me what I needed, to win.
"this battle isn't over Danny, you can still save her. I wanted to help you Danny, but the darkness around you, was like a force field, I couldn't even get close. It killed me, to see you eating yourself away, and fighting the wrong war. I couldn't help you though; it was out of my control."
She said sadly, yet reassuringly I believed her, it was true her every word, I could see it in her eyes. It was what I needed to hear, I needed to know, that it wasn't too late. I would save Sam, or I would die trying, I was going to fight until my last breath, to save her life.
"how do I save her, Paul?"
I asked pleadingly, knew she probably couldn't tell me, but I had this pleading look in my eyes, I needed Sam to live. I needed to save her, to give her the life she gave me. I needed to give her the hope, and love and spirit she gave me, I needed her. I needed her like I need air, to breathe. I was not a want it was a need, a vital necessity, she was, the only one I could ever love.
I needed Sam Manson, oh god, did I need her. I didn't deserve it, but I needed Paul's help as well. I couldn't fail Sam, I just couldn't. for a while Paul stayed, silent, as if in thought. I was as if, she was searching for the words, meanwhile I felt as if I was running out of air.
I was practically dying, a mere thought, of Sam dying. Finally after 7 minutes, which felt like 7 eons, Paul spoke.
"Danny, your power is inside you. The power to do good or bad, the power to do right or wrong, the power to decipher, these are the powers, that you always had, even before you were Danny phantom. These are the powers that will save sam. The power is inside you Danny, in your mind, in your body and in your heart, the power is always, and still is inside you."
She stated, grimly she knew the answer, that could save Sam's life, but she couldn't reveal it. I was heart shadowed, that made as much since as Donald duck, that helped about 3 percent, and those points were for effort. She put her hand on my heart, thrice, once when she said the word, "heart" and each time, she said "the power is inside you".
It made no since, was that some kind of clue… I finally spoke, deciding I had been silent long enough.
"so what now, I'm stuck her until, 11:55"
I asked trying to not think myself to death; I needed to do something, to keep myself from losing it. She sighed in relief at the fact; I wasn't going to question her decision, to not reveal the remedy, to Sam's condition. I suppose she underestimates me, I know just as well as any smart man, "hell hath no fury, like a woman scorned".
I wasn't about to test the theory, especially considering, the woman in question was a ghost, yup definitely not a good idea.
"we begin"
She stated simply, and with a snap of her fingers the whole room, buzzed to life, as my first memory began.
Meanwhile at the Dawson's
Over looker's pov
Helen Dawson had seemingly succeeded, and now she needed to tie up all her loose ends. Still slightly weakened from being in the devils trap, she was walking slower than her usual pace. Of course the entire racket would draw the other members, of the houses attention.
So she just nonchalantly sat on the couch, and waited for the gang. Soon enough they came rushing, in taking in the room's appearance. The utter shock, on their faces was and understatement, they entered the room shell shocked.
None of them spoke for a few moments; they all just surveyed the room. It wasn't until Ethan looked over to the couch, that the silence was finally broken.
"well I'll be god damned, I've waited to years to see you again." The boy stated irately, he finally would have his revenge. "Helen, your game is, up we know you stole Sam from the hospital, and we know about Taylor-
Before Ethan could finish, Helen stood up enraged, at the mere mention of her fallen daughter. There were few things that got a rise out of Helen, and one was her mother, and the other was her still born daughter. It was the only things, towards which Helen showed any real emotion.
"don't you dare mention that name, you damn child!" Helen screamed her voice cracking and booming throughout the entire house. "who's Taylor, and what do you mean stole Sam, I don't understand" sage asked in pure, shock she would have never imagined, this would be the truth. "Sam isn't Helen's daughter; Sam is the lost Manson child. Taylor was Helen's still born child, born at the same time as sam. Helen was in the room next to Pamela, and was also a nurse, at the hospital. she had a feeling she was going to have a still born, so she poisoned Pamela.
Pamela stayed alive only long enough, to give birth and then died, making it look like she died in birth complications. She had her baby, and found out it was dead, so she got up put on her uniform, and stole Sam, which she had already planned, just in case she had a still born. Isn't that right, Helen?"
Helen looked rather, impressed they were all doomed as far as she was concerned, so there was no use hiding the truth any longer. She confessed it all. She sat up straight on the couch; she was sitting at, and began her tale. Unbeknownst to her tucker, had hit the record button on his pda.
"I knew I was going to have a miscarriage. My mother, when I was nothing more than a baby, sold my soul to the devil, and cursed me. Her curse was that I would never have anything I wanted. " she stated as her voice began to break, pain evident in her voice.
"I wanted a child more than anything. I was admitted to a mental hospital , when I tried to tell the police about my curse, I was in there from the time I was 18, to the time I was 25 years old." By this point tears were streaming down her face, almost sending pity down the adolescent's throat… almost.
"When I got out, I got a job at an elementary school; I was a sixth grade teacher. Billy carter was Taylor's father. He was one of my students, six graders are easy to manipulate. I got him to have sex with me, in exchange for a bag of jolly ranchers. I got pregnant three more consensual molestations and, and 3 bags of jolly ranchers later. Taylor's heart wasn't strong, it was a bad heart, and it barely beat."
Then it happened, the seemingly heartless woman, began to cry. Tears streaked down her checks, they had begun flowing like a river. This time they actually did pity her, for a slight second, and then it was gone. She wiped the tears from her checks, the two boys in the group felt serious déjà vu.
This confession reminded them of Angela's; they felt pity for her two. Angela was consumed with guilt, she had made her daughter a monster, blinded by the hate, of her attacker, and she had ruined her only daughter's life. She was the epitome of sorry, she really was sorry, but it wasn't enough, it never could be.
After Helen regained her composure, she continued, her psychotic confession. "when the doctors revealed Taylor's condition, I knew I was going to have a miscarriage. So that's when I planned it, I was going to have a child, one way or another."
She sated once again, in an emotionless tone, showing no humanity. The pity that the adolescents felt was long gone, replaced by the hate, and vengeance they felt for the woman. "I quit my job at the school, and applied for the nurse job at the local hospital. I asked a friend good with computers to hack, into the system, and make it look as if I had the qualifications."
The teens just stood, in shock of the woman before them, she showed no remorse. She had molested a child, murdered a woman, and stole her child; she had driven a man to suicide. She was the epitome of cruel. There was no remorse, not even a slither; she was made of pure ice.
"I worked there my whole pregnancy, I observed Pamela, and knew that our due date was the same day. When the day came I brought my nurse outfit, and a syringe filled with poison, it was to give her a slow death, I gave it to her in her neck, so the baby would be out, before it could affect her."
She stated, as if she were having a normal conversation, and not confessing to a murder and kidnapping. Her heart felt no remorse, she felt what she did, was okay. Her face was void of all emotion. She continued in the same manor, it made the teens before her; regret ever even thinking of pitying her. She didn't deserve it.
"I went and lay back down in my bed. Eventually it was time for me to give birth; I gave birth at the same time as Pamela. Taylor was born dead, she was pale, and cold, the doctors tried to revive her, in vain of course. My little girl was dead before she even got to live"
now Helen shed a few more tears, but she couldn't keep her composure, this time she out her face into her hands, her body racked with sobs. again the teens fought against pitying her, and couldn't find it in their hearts, to make that mistake once again, all that she got she deserved.
Once she regained her composure, she once again, continued her story.
"Samantha was crying, and I could hear her through the wall, I could also hear the nurse's screams for a doctor. The doctor came, and tried in vain to revive her. They went to go get someone, to carry her to the morgue, and that's when I made my move. I ignored the pain thriving through my abdomen, and lower womanly areas, and I redressed in my nurse outfit. I went to Pamela's room, and stole the locket off her neck, and then I called my help."
At this the teens were shocked, they never knew Helen had connived another person, to participate in this charade. They had truly underestimated her; this was the part of the Manson, kidnappings that weren't in the news. The media, was just has baffled, has the rest of the town.
With no body of Pamela, and no witnesses, it was the perfect crime. Helen and her unknown accomplice had gotten away with murder.
"I called vlad and told him to get down to the hospital."
At this jazz and tucker's eyes widened, they knew was shady, ghostly shady, but they never knew the true extent. They knew vlad was a self-serving man, what would he get out of this. This prompted jazz, to make sure they were talking about the same man.
"are you talking about vlad masters?"
Asked jazz, she just couldn't believe vlad would stoop so low. Her heart was racing at the thought, of her parent's old college friend, being a murderer, or at least aiding and abiding one. She just couldn't believe it, no matter if he was a ghost or not, she couldn't believe it. Could he really be ruthless?
"yes, vlad master/plasmius, he was my accomplice. You see the Manson fortunes, only air besides the grandmother, that's in hiding somewhere, is sam. Our deal is once she becomes 18, we will force her, to take all the money out the account, and we will split it 50/50. "
She stated matter of factly, as she went back to her stoic expression.
"vlad was already at the hospital, waiting nearby. He used his ghost powers, to phase in the room. He helped me, get Samantha and Pamela's body,, and we fled. We went to a campsite, and burned Pamela's body. That's the story that's what happened."
She stated with a sigh had she finished her tale, waiting for the teens response.
"oh god, daddy married a crazy woman." Sage said partly joking, she just couldn't believe it. She knew Helen was cruel, even unorthodox, but this murder, kidnapping, she just couldn't believe it, although she knew it was true. Her stepmother, the woman she's lived with since she was two, was murderer, and her step sister, who she considered her sister, was the infamous Manson child.
This was a lot to take it, way too much.
"excuse me please, I um need to go" she stated in a quiet voice, but it was all she could muster. She didn't even know what the truth was anymore. The mayor was a ghost and a murderer, the god damn mayor. She knew politics lie, but this this was just, crazy. Who was really telling the truth, she couldn't be sure anymore and she hated it, she needed to be alone.
She begun walked towards the exit, from the room, when her new boyfriend stopped her.
"sage, I'll go with you—"he started before, he could finish though, sage stopped him. "no alone, I need to be alone" she stated roughly, he knew she met no harm; this was so much for her. She once again begin walking toward, the exit when this time, Helen stopped her.
Mean while
Danny's pov
Paul's last statement left many questions unanswered. I realized the people, around me, were moving and talking, as if they couldn't even see us. I thought it weird that no one thought it weird, that a ghost and a high school aged student were in the middle of an elementary.
As if Paul could since, my question, she spoke, once more. "they can't see us, I told you we aren't in the past, were in your memories, we are in laments terms inside you mind." It started to click, as I thought of something, we weren't physically here, just our minds were.
So where the hell were our bodies, well my body, her's I'm sorry to say, I could care less about? once again she began to answer my unspoken question. "your body is asleep; at the Dawson's house you're unconscious, as it appears, to the naked eye."
She said as if it was obvious, has she once again, stopped time, and I gave her a look before I spoke for the first time in a while. "why did you stop the memory" I asked, curiously. She gave me a look, and then responded. "because you have to watch the memory, you have to know, where you've been to know where you're going, but of course you already know that."
She stated matter of factly, could she had read my mind. Is that what, she had been doing the whole time? I had to know this; I needed to know, what the hell was going on here. "are you-can you read my- erm uh, people's minds." I finished lamely, I couldn't just be blunt about, and it would only make her mad.
Her blah face turned into, a smirk as if to say "really Sherlock, what was your first clue" sarcastically of course. That was Paul, sarcastic, seductive, corruptive, and one of a kind, I guess I have a type huh. She let me wait out of pure, sardonic actions, did I mention that she was sardonic too, yeah well she was.
"it took you this long, to figure it out huh. No wonder we called you clueless one. I figure in another lifetime, you and Sam would have danced around your feelings." She stated her smirk refusing to, let up, yup she was torturing me. I suppose that doesn't mean she'd wrong though, I mean before the old me, was the shyness kid on the block.
I would have never been able, to just openly flirt with Sam the way I did. The Danny Paul knew was long gone, he died the little by little, from the day she died. The entire destruction of my home town, and the murder of my parents, and loss of my home, was of course the straw that broke the camel's back.
The camel was already week it wouldn't have taken much to break it, by that point anyway. Of course I was pushed over the edge, by that day. I had lost everything, the last little bit of what I had left, and it was gone.
First Paul, then jazz and tuck, and then the entire town, along with my parents, and my good name, I had had it that was the day I died. The Danny my family, and Paul and tuck knew was long gone, and then I was just trying to dodge the cops, and stay alive, for what I didn't know.
My sanity was slipping slower, and slower, if hadn't have met Sam when I did, I would have completely lost my mind. She had saved me, from myself, she was my hero. That's why I fell in love with her, and that's why I refuse to let her die, I will die before she does.
I will die, because without her, I have nothing to live for anyway, without Sam Manson, I am dead. So I'll look back, if I have too, I relive a million tragedies, if she can live, and she will not die. I forbid it, I am in love with her, "god please don't take the girl".
(a/n: I don't not own the quote, before you, which belong to Tim McGraw's song, don't take the girl. That is all, pleas continue reading, oh and if and when you review, please tell me if you like Paul(ette) because she will appear in another story that I will eventually get around to. It is DxS just like this one, but she plays the role pretty much the same as she play in this one, ex-lover, only she's alive in that fic, I hope she's not a Mary sue.)
Just the thought, of her dying made my heart constrict, tears burned at my eyes, and threatened to spill, I wasn't just in love with her, I needed her, she was my life line, my obsession. I pushed the unshed tears back; I'd never hear the end of it, if Paul saw me cry.
I took a few deep breaths and willed, my heart to unconstrict, and then turned back to Paul and answered her. "so how long have you been, able to read minds?" I asked, her kinda scared, of what she had heard. She smirked at me, when she saw my face red as a tomato.
"since I was born, I knew what people wanted. I couldn't exactly read their minds, but I knew the just of what they were thinking. At first it scared me, it did for a really long time, and then I learned to embrace my differences. I used it, to get people the best gifts. I used it to play matchmaker, I just embraced who I was. When I turned into a ghost, things became clearer. I realized that my powers were to look over people, because you were the last person I saw, my soul locked into yours, and I became your guardian angel. "she confessed.
It made since, I mean she did always seem to be, a rather people person. it was amazing how things worked out. It was funny how I never thought about her, I didn't want to. I do now, I want to remember her. I want to remember all the things she did for me, and I want to make up for the years, I attempted to forget about her.
It seemed, I was atoning for a lot these days. I dint love her, well I did, but I wasn't in love with her. I didn't care for her romantically now. Our relationship was really undefined; I didn't know what to call us. She was my angel, and I was her friend. That would never truly do for her, because she had fallen in love with me.
She also knew that, that meant sacrifice, so she would have to let me, is with who I loved. She would have to learn to be, okay with that. I was truly sorry, that she had fallen in love with, me but I suppose I wasn't the only one, who was repeatedly struck.
After a few minutes of silence, I finally spoke to her, once again. "I know that it's hard for you to have to repetitively sacrifice, for me. You sacrificed, your life when you knew, I had the power to save you. You sacrifice you're time, being my angel, and yet I can't fall in love with you in return."
She gave me a wry smile, for once letting me see through her cocky facade, I could see the tears prickling down her face. she put her hand on my shoulder had she continued to float in front of me, in silence.
"I'll be okay; I'm strong enough to handle it. Let's get started, we don't have all eternity." She stated returning to her cocky façade, I could tell she wanted nothing more than to cry. She wouldn't though; she wouldn't give me the satisfaction. She wasn't okay with this, she never would be.
I don't blame her, but I let her drop the matter, before I chased away the only person, who could help me through this. Once again she snapped her fingers, and the room filled with life. She motioned over to the table, where I saw myself and tucker, at the age of 5 siting at the table.
I could see max nelson, easing his way over.
Meanwhile in the Dawson home
"where do you think you're going?" Helen snarled. She walked right over to where sage, was with this evil glint in her eyes. Sage began to run, and Ethan attempted to run after her, but before he could Helen knocked him, in to the wall. Helen was able to; catch her by the arm before she got too far.
Helen drug, sage back into the room, digging her nails into her, as they went. Once Helen got her, back inside the room, she shut the only door, and begin her next spell.
"mittebam solo pragmaticus, donec mittam eum ad proximum suum, misit eis sortem opperiri ibi" Helen said as wind began to blow once again, and the floor began to become intangible. They tried to run, this way and that, but atlas it was too late, the gang fell to their doom, otherwise known as the dungeon.
Not a moment later, they appeared in the dungeon, only to meet face to face with sam.
Mean while
Danny's pov
My younger self was unaware, of the hell that was ahead of him, he just sat there calm, sipping on his juice box, as max and his posse, inched closer and closer. It wasn't until too late, that he realized what was happening.
I was mid-sentence, in my conversation with tucker, and I watched my self be brutally kicked, in the ribcage. I hit my head, on the non-occupied part of the bench, I had been sitting on. until now, I never realized how weak I looked. Max and his friends laughed, and I er younger me, clutched his stomach, face twisted in pain.
That of course, only made there twisted asses laugh harder. Standing her, watching them or looking back, whatever, I couldn't take it. I couldn't stand to see, myself looking so weak, clutching in pain as I was laughed at, and humiliated. I felt my eyes burn green, looking at the scene unfold.
My mind went blank; I refused to think rational any longer. I ran over to where they were, even though I know I I'm not really here I couldn't help it. I couldn't just stand idle, and watch my younger self, get his ass kicked.
I ran over and attempted to wrap my arms, around max's neck, I was gonna strangle the living life, out of the little shit. To my surprise, my hands passed wring through him. My mind was coming back and it wasn't so clouded any more, I had my common since back.
Even though this is just a memory, I wish I could strangle him, just kill him right now. I know I shouldn't even think like that, I'm supposed to be the hero. I can't help it damnit, I just can't. He drove me mad, he fucked me up every day of my life, and he made my life a living hell.
Even after I had lost god damn everything, he still tortured me. I shouldn't say this and I know, it but yet I'm not sorry. If he wasn't one of the 13 survivors, I'm happy, he deserves it, if I killed him, or dark Dan killed him, I'm god damn glad.
Now that I realize I can't touch him, I just stand her, towering over the, the memory. Watching my face contort in pain, watching them enjoy it. I continue to look, as max poor's milk over my head, not just any milk, my own. I stand there and watch, as I succeed in pushing him back. I think quickly and get his apple juice, and pour it over him.
I love my little self now, pushing him back. Of course the look on my younger self's face is full of guilt, and then this quickly turns to worry, when the principle enters.
As the principle enters, everything is still once more; thank god I don't have to watch any more, I can't take much more of this memory. I'm pulled out of my, mental rant, as I feel a tap at my shoulder. It is Paul.
"it's time for the next memory" she stated apologetically, oh shit, it's gonna be something bad. Has the next scene, faded in, I realized I couldn't have been more wrong. I noticed a older me, and tucker, and of course jazz. It was recess. This was the day in 3rd grade, my favorite day of that year. This was the day I met her.
Probably one of, my only good childhood memories. "this is the day we met" I tell her stating the obvious, I can't really, bring myself to talk to her still, but I want to try. "yeah, it is" she states blandly, and once again with the snap of her fingers, the memory blazed to life.
I turn my gaze towards, me and my crew. I'm not really close enough, to hear the conversation, but it looks as if we are, playing a hand game. I don't know how, I knew Paul was in trouble that day. She was one the other side of the playground, I guess I just knew.
I turn my gaze to Paul's big entrance, I see the fiery red hair, I haven't seen in years. Her face in a smile, showing her two missing, front teeth. The smile soon turns in to a glower once; she lays eyes upon max, and that poor kindergartener.
I chuckle at the way, she proudly sashays over to max, and confronts him, no fear placed upon her features. Everyone else was shocked; no one no matter what gender, stands up to max nelson, and it was unheard of. It was so silent you could have heard a pin drop; all eyes were on the little Paul.
I look back over to my little self, and notice him admiring her, in a way that made all the cooties I believed she had, fall right off of her. Then it happened, max hit Paul. The look on my younger self's face, turned from goo goo, to kill you.
I took off like a buffalo, and I didn't stop until I ran max over, like he was in a store opening line. I had no fear at that moment, I was in hero mode. It was the first time I had ever doesn't anything like this, especially to max, but I'd pay.
Once again the room went still, and I knew it was time for the next memory.
Meanwhile, in the Dawson's dungeon
The adolescents laid in the cold dungeon floor, unconscious on Halloween day. Slowly one by one they began to stir. They heard a hoarse voice, that mad all their heads turn.
"guys, it's me" said Sam, her voice hoarse from lack of food and water. Her skin was pale, and she was covered in sweat. He black hair was matted and was to dripping with sweat. She looked horrible. More shocking, in her arms, was an unconscious Danny.
"Sam you look-"he couldn't find the words, to finish that sentence, it made no since, he had just seen the girl a few hours ago. The look of confusion filled, all of her companions faces, so she took the liberty, to remedy the situation.
She explained what had happened, with the deal, and how Helen had tricked them. They nodded in understanding, no one spoke for there was nothing to say, the hope they had all gained, in a moment had vanished. It now looked very hopeless. After a while of silence, Sam spoke once again.
"Danny is trapped in his own mind, he's under a spell" the girl stated shyly. She knew how absurd it sounded, but it was the truth. "how do you know?" jazz asked, out of curiosity rather than disbelief. It all made no since, but yet nothing in their life, did anymore.
"he speaks, in his unconscious state, someone else is in his mind, I think its Paul's ghost. He is talking to her. He's reliving his memories that what the spell does. He told Paul he's trapped in his self-consciousness, until 11:55. I tried everything to wake him up, but he's trapped"
The other's looked at each other with alarm, he was there last chance, and everyone knew it. it really did seem hopeless; they just hoped his time in his self-consciousness would give him time, to think about a cure. After that night it was all over, it would be too late.
Once again the crew sat in silence. Silently hoping, praying, screaming, crying, and begging for a miracle, something to save them from the hell in which they stood. They needed to know that they still had hope, even in there darkest hour.
There would be hero, was trapped, or lost in his own mind, and they were stuck in a dungeon, they needed to know that it would all be alright. They needed to know that they had a future; they knew where they had been. It was god times, and it was bad times, but they were scared of what coming next.
There was life and death involved, it determined the rest of their lives. Helen had won time and time again, and they needed to know that she would win this time. They couldn't though, that was the problem, and they never could know, what the future would hold. It was never set in stone. All they could do was hope.
They could hope for good, they could hope that they had someone to look to. That they had a guardian angel, someone who was always watching out for them, someone they could always depend on. that's all that would keep them alive in the hours that would follow, that's all that would keep them sane, so they needed to know.
(a/n: hey so this is I look to you by whitney Houston, they are saying it to danny. I do not own this song)
jazz: As I lay me down
Heaven hear me now
I'm lost without a cause
After giving it my all
Winter storms have come
And darkened my sun
Sam:After all that I've been through
Who on earth can I turn to?
I look to you
I look to you
Ethan:After all my strength is gone
In you I can be strong
I look to you
I look to you
And when melodies are gone
Sage:In you I hear a song, I look to you
About to lose my breath
There's no more fighting left
Sinking to rise no more
Tucker:Searching for that open door
And every road that I've taken
Led to my regret
And I don't know if I'm gonna make it
Nothing to do but lift my head
I look to you
I look to you
And when all my strength is gone
In you I can be strong
I look to you I look to you
And when melodies are gone
Sam:In you I hear a song, I look to you
My levees have broken, my walls have come
Crumbling down on me
The rain is falling, defeat is calling
I need you to set me free
Take me far away from the battle
Jazz:I need you, shine on me
I look to you
I look to you
After all my strength has gone
In you I can be strong
I look to you
I look to you
Sam: And when melodies are gone
In you I hear a song, I look to you
I look to you
I look to you
Yes when all their strength was gone, they need someone they could be strong in, an angel, a miracle, hope or just a hero that they could rely on.
(a/n: okay I'm sorry for this late update, the next chapter will be more of Danny's memories, and what's going on at the Dawson's house. Please tell me what you thought of Paul, and please check out my, Facebook.