Hello, this was from a tumblr prompt by dp-marvel94 via danphanwritingprompts. I wanted to share it with you guys on here as well. :)
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"Danny!" Jazz held the ectogun in front of her, trying not to flinch at the red-eyed gaze of the person in front of her. "Listen to me. You don't want to do this!"
"Yes, I do," grit out the warped form in front of her. Danny's voice popped and buzzed with supernatural static. "Get out of the way."
"No," said Jazz, holding her ground. She didn't know what this weapon did. She didn't even know if it was functional. It was just the first weapon she had grabbed from the floor when she rushed into the ruined lab.
"They deserve it!" shrieked the ghost of her brother, ectoplasm spattering the floor as the lab's few remaining beakers broke.
Jazz risked a glance behind her, at her unconscious parents. They had been thrown into wall. "What-?"
"They killed her!" Incandescent rage briefly took a back seat to grief and confusion. Danny's form wavered again.
He wasn't talking about Sam. Sam was the one who had called, who had warned Jazz Danny was coming, right before Jazz heard the crash.
"She only just got away," said Danny, eyes briefly flickering green, "and she melted in my arms and she was gone!"
"Ellie," breathed Jazz.
"They tortured her. They deserve to die."
"I'm," Jazz licked her lips and blinked back tears, "I'm not saying they don't, but this isn't about them. It's about you. Can you come back from doing this?"
"I don't care!"
"I do!" shouted Jazz. "And you- You promised me! You promised me, no matter what, you wouldn't become like him!"
Danny's shape snapped back into solidity. Tan skin, white, fluffy hair, black and white jumpsuit streaked with ectoplasm, stricken green eyes. He was shaking.
Jazz lowered the weapon, and stepped towards him. "Danny-"
He tipped back his head and screamed. Jazz slammed her hands over her ears and squeezed her eyes shut, trying and failing to block out the awful sound.
When she looked up again, Danny was gone.