Sorry for the shortness! Couldn't bring myself to put this off any longer knowing people wanted to read this. Just alittle something for everyone whose reviewed! Thanks! And hope you enjoy this chapter! Oh yes! Ryoshiro! I added your Oc! I hoped I portraited your character okay! I'm not to good at writing character personalities well, so if I messed up her character some how just leave a review on how to fix it.
Hehe. Such fun! The little humans were so fun to play with! They screamed and bickered over the silliest of things!
It was always funny to annoy the little humans!
Hehe! Where's Phantom?
Awww! Don't tell me the rumors are true!
Nooooo! Little Phantom is sick!
Well. Better go visit the sick boy! Hehehe!
~RD. Phantom~
Blank, amethyst eyes framed by silkly black hair wondered the crowded streets of Amity... At least, that's what she thought. She couldn't tell.
There were so many colors! Blues, greens, yellows and even a few orange splotches here and there. From the corner of her purple eyes she could make out a mixture of black and clear gold from the assortment of different blends. It stood apart from the rest of the dazzling hues like a sparkling black star amongest a slat of pure white. And underneath that layer of black and gold, was another color. A shining silver dulled by the surpressing layers above.
Silver. They was something so familiar about it. Maybe she should-
Oh.
There's another one.
This one feels more... Innocent.
There were more colors, Light lavendars, golds, muddy blues clouding silvers and whites tying the various colors together. It was breathtaking to say the less.
"I...want to...see it..."
~RD. Phantom~
Blue eyes blinked bearly. Streams of sunlight penetrated through the thin layers of the curtains that hung down. The tiny tricklets of light seemed forgein and evil to him. Burning...Burning. He was burning. Unbelievable pain. His skin was on fire. Why?
Danny blinked again, where had that come from? He didn't feel warm. Far from it. He hadn't felt warm since the accident that had half-killed him. Then why did he suddenly feel like someone poured a gallon of gasoline over his head and lit him up? It felt strange. It was like his skin was on fire, like the golden orange flames were consuming his flesh without leaving a single scrape left. Melting his bones without leaving even a single piece of ash left. The pain never left, instead, became a dull, throbing pain nestled in the back of his mind. He couldn't forget it, it wouldn't allow him to forget. Everytime he let it slip and managed to forget, it came back with the full intent to remind him, just how painful is was to burn alive.
Yeah, sorry it's short again! Fight scene coming up and I can't really write a good fight scene. So I'm open to ideas on adivice about a good fight. I have school in the morning so I have to go to bed soon. But to those who have reviewed, I'll upload what I have. I promise I'll make a longer chapter to make up for this. But school just started up again, so I'll give any time I have to write the next chapter! So please review!