posted- june 18, 2016 (edited june 19, 2016)

Chapter 3: I'm NOT a Torturer

"The greatest tragedy is not the brutality of the evil people, but rather the silence of the good people."

-Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr

I couldn't sleep that night, or the nights after that. I completely isolated myself from everyone, and refused to be anywhere but my bed for the first two weeks. 'Kwan…' I thought repeatedly, 'What have I done?'

Torture is the action or practice of inflicting severe pain on someone as a punishment or to force them to do or say something, or for the pleasure of the person inflicting the pain. Who deserves to be physical or mentally punished in such a way? Maybe I deserve it, but Kwan doesn't. Kwan has been called in as a missing person by his parents, last seen sleeping in his bedroom. Due to his bad relationship with his parents, he's been presumed as a runaway by the police, however the image DP sent me states otherwise. The image consists of a young Asian teen, in a cold dark cell wearing a collar with a chain that was tied to the metal cage he was in. He was sitting with his head in his knees and with one arm holding on one of the bars, as if it was some kind of protection, to make sure he wasn't picked up and moved somewhere else. He was naked and had bruises, cuts, and dried blood all over his body. There was only dirty water, and small pieces of what look like dog food or cereal in two bowls far away from him. He was living like an abused dog.

I lifted myself from my bed sticky with sweat, and rubbed my head trying to soothe an aching headache. 'I have to save him,' I thought, 'I need to figure out who's DP and kill that son of a bitch.' I would think DP would stand for Danny Phantom, and the texter was just an angry Danny Phantom, mad at me for lying, but I learned yesterday that whoever was this DP guy, he was also sending texts to Danny Phantom. Who can have so much hate for me and Danny Phantom? I grabbed my phone from underneath my pillow, and sent out my first text to DP:

The game is on.

I walked down the empty halls of Casper High, already two hours late, I figure I might as well wait till second period was over, which was in a few minutes anyways. I made my way to the second floor bathroom and rinsed my face, starring at my reflection for a good 5 minutes. 'What have I done?' I thought again, 'I didn't do anything. I'm not a torturer.'

Suddenly I heard gag, and a flush I turn to see a weak and pale Danny Fenton exiting a bathroom stall. "When did you get here Fenturd?" I asked. A small trail of blood leaked down from his mouth and then he collapse on the floor. Then it hit me: It's definitely not a coincidence that both Danny Fenton and Danny Phantom where puking blood. Phantom, Fenton.

I helped the scrawny kid up. We were sitting face to face leaning against the bathroom walls. His weak eyes opened up looked at me. For the first time ever I didn't see a loser, I saw his eyes, and saw pain, secrets, and bravery.

"You're the real Danny Phantom."

After almost two years of bullying, and two years of treating like the kid as absolute shit, he turns out to be my hero. He turns out to be the guy I've had so much respect for and basically honored. 'No.' I thought. 'I am not a torturer. I do not hurt people for pleasure.' Or did I really not hurt Fenton for pleasure?

"You realized how much fame you could receive, how many people could adore you, how much money you could receive, and how much respect you could get. Why didn't you say something, anything? Why do you consistently allow people, including me hurt you?"

"Because I'm not like most people." He's answer was simple, yet not satisfying. Yes, he was not like most people, he was Danny Phantom! He was a hero, a person who deserves the life or a millionaire, yet is living like hell in both human and ghost worlds. I looked up at the ceiling, trying to stop myself from bursting into tears. "I'm so sorry." My eyes traveled back to the young boy, his eyes was closed and breathing was rough. He swiped the bit of blood that had dripped on his face, however an outline of dry blood still remained.

"How did you die?"

"I killed myself."

I was so depresate for more answers, but I obeyed to mind my business, the boy was obviously in pain.

"Why are you puking up blood? Was it the thing that hunter ghost did to you?" I asked.

"No," he stated, " I was puking before that even happened."

"Why are you so sick then?" He shrugged at me. "The great Danny Phantom would not walk around not even having just a guess about what is going on with him. I know he wouldn't.

He finally opened up his eyes, and pulled himself to a more comfortable resting position.

"Dash," he replied, "I think I'm dying."

I have gotten a lot of hate for making you guys give me reviews in return for a chapter, however the reviews are ONLY goals I wish to receive by the next chapter, sooooo can we get 40 reviews? I think we can. Don't forget to review who you think is DP! ( This chapter will most likely be updated one more time before the next chapter comes out.)

(UPDATED A/N) I've have forgotten how much writing has meant to me, how much relief and happiness it has given me. I really did lose interest in everything in that made me happy, and maybe I should continue writing over the summer. Note that everything I do write comes from whatever I am feeling or going through at the moment. Thank so reaching 40 reviews in less that 24 hours, can we reach 50? 55? I'm pretty sure we can do that (:

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