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Chapter 2:

Danny:

Considering that the day I died actually killed me, one would think I remembered it. Sadly, I didn't. I wished I did, but at the same time I didn't since it was, after all, the day I died. Plus, the one thing I did remember was screaming- my screaming. Who would want to remember whatever caused them to scream? But if I knew though then I might know why I had so many scars on my chest. Actually, forget that. The day I died was the end of my story. I wanted to remember the beginning and the middle of my story. I could only remember bits and parts. I remembered a redheaded woman, a tall older man, a redheaded older girl with a headband, a purple-haired girl, a black-haired girl, and an African American guy. I remembered the feelings that they gave me- images of the redheaded woman and the older man was usually with a feeling of love only to be replaced by a feeling of sorrow, the redhead girl and purple-haired girl felt like love but more of a sibling love, the black haired girl felt like friendship, trust, love and the last guy usually came with the feeling of trust and friendship. I still couldn't remember their names- I only knew mine because of that flashback/dream. I still didn't even know who those guys in white were or what they did to me or my family and friends.

Still, I figured if I wasn't in Hell and I was a ghost, then I must be wherever ghosts went. Like some sort of Twilight Zone… Or Ghost Zone since it's ghosts- haha… I chuckled to myself, wondering just what the real name of the place was. Though my best bet was to explore, what was the worst that could happen? Though I supposed that I should get new clothes the first chance I get because frankly, the draft on my torso was annoying. My eye twitched. Yeah that's it, it's coming off.

With one swift movement, I grabbed the fabric that gathered around my waist and yanked it off. Now my whole torso, including my arms, was bare, but everything below the waist was still covered by the black skin-tight fabric. I looked at the fabric in my hands and rubbed my thumb over it. I wondered what type of fabric it was. It's like some sort o HAZMAT suit, but why would I be wearing it?

I furrowed my brows when I realized that there was something else on the fabric. I carefully fit the fabric together just enough to see that there was a white D symbol with what looked like a black P inside of it. What does that stand for… I mean… the D is understandable if my name is Danny, but what about the P? Is that my last name?

I wondered what the P could stand for. I stood there, well floated, with a finger on my chin in thought. Pruitt? Parsley? Paris? Packers?

I shivered at the word packers… I wasn't too sure why, but it kind of gave me the creeps. A brief blurry image of a man with a ponytail came to mind before I shook my head. Who was that? Why did I remember him when I said packers? I shook my head again.

Phantom? Parker? Wait…Phantom…Phantom… No that can't be right, but Parker sounds nice…

"Parker," I said, "Danny Parker… That sounds right…"

I smiled to myself, convinced that I finally figured out my name. Danny Parker… I like it… Feeling somewhat sentimental to the fabric in my hands, I folded it up and kept it in my hand. I felt like I had to keep it for a reason I couldn't quite explain. It was important- I think. I shook my head and continued floating through the strange place. I needed to find some way to get out of here, find out who I was… Maybe if I did that then I could find that inner peace or something?

There was just one problem- I had no idea how I was supposed to get out here. I mean, was there some sort of spell I had to say? A portal? Some special password? Or was there no way out at all.

"Daniel," a deep voice said, "Come with me."

I turned around and my eyes widened in shock. I knew that not all ghosts might not look human- but this guy… He had blue skin, red eyes, some scar on his eyes, and he just changed from a child to a young adult. Was that normal? Does he need some sort of ghostly medical help? Though something about him seemed familiar… An image flashed in my mind- it was him, then there was a man that wore something similar to what I was wearing but he had blue skin and white flaming hair with red eyes and fangs… I shook my head. What was that? Who was that guy? And just who was it standing in front of me?

The creepy guy smirked.

"I am Clockwork, the Master of Time. I know all that was, is, and will be… And you, Daniel, seem to have forgotten your past…"

"Does that mean you'll help me," I asked with hopeful eyes.

"Indeed," Clockwork smiled, "But you must follow me."

I vaguely remembered a saying that said not to trust strangers and even though this guy was strange, something told me he wasn't really a stranger, per say. Something said I could trust him. So going with my gut feeling, I followed the ghost.

"So how do I know you? Am I really a ghost? What is this place called?"

"I helped you defeat an enemy," Clockwork said vaguely, "You are indeed a ghost in this place- the Ghost Zone…"

I stopped in my tracks. He turned to watch me curiously. I bit my lip to keep from laughing,

"The… The Ghost Zone…Seriously? I was expecting some cool name but the Ghost Zone…. I just….HAHA!"

I couldn't help it- I laughed. Clockwork watched amused, but a bit impatient.

"As humorous as it may be, young Daniel, there is still some other questions of yours that need answering."

I sobered up.

"Yeah… Yeah, I have a lot of questions…"

"And I have the answers, now come."