Behind Blue Eyes
Pain (1)
I don't own Danny Phantom, but man I wish I did.
Lo and behold, another step closer to an ending! Do us both a favor and read on, readers.
Pain.
The first thing that registered was the pain.
He looked around the room and tried to take deep breaths. Not that he needed them. Breathing deeply hurt, in his ribs and chest and throat. He was sure his ribs were bruised if not broken, and his throat was hoarse from all his wailing.
Using his Ghostly Wail, that is. He hadn't screamed for them once and wouldn't give them the pleasure, even if he hadn't known worse pain since the Ghost Portal. Or maybe the cloning chamber. Or maybe… that was beside the point.
The point was, he was putting on a brave face. A very brave face.
He should've escaped already; he should've gone with Vlad and Danielle. He wasn't even sure he could trust Vlad with Danielle. But he didn't have much of a choice.
His weary eyes focused on the other side of the room. There was another prisoner here still that he hadn't known about, strapped down on a table identical to his own, just a bit less bloody. She hadn't woken up once since he'd been in her room, but he supposed that was for the best. She was probably in more pain than he was, even.
Pain.
Maybe scratch that, he grimaced. He felt as if the inside of all his veins and arteries were being burned from the inside out. But still, he wouldn't leave her here. He would get her out of here even if it was the last thing he did. He had overpowered their machines before, and he could do it again. He just needed to be patient.
The door slid open, and four agents came into the room, wheeling a cart of probably weapons with them. They didn't exchange any words with him; they couldn't, they had placed a giant brick-like muzzle on him after witnessing his Ghostly Wail. But they seemed all too confident, and he liked that. They would slip up again soon, and they would pay.
One injected something into his arm, despite his violent thrashing about. It wasn't enough to dislodge the needle, or the table and the fire crept into his veins even more. He looked over at his fellow prisoner.
'Hold on, Val. Just a little bit longer. I promise.' He promised them both and closed his eyes to endure the pain.
Hey guys! I know it's been a while and this is a short one for how long I've been away, but there is a madness to the method! I was originally going to try and do a lot here, but I thought splitting chapter nine into two parts would be a fun idea here. I've been hit with a teensy bit of writer's block combined with a super busy summer, and neither of those things appreciate how many ideas I have and want to write ahah.
I hope you guys can see Chapter 9.2 in about a week or so, things should start to calm down for me now and I can reliably have access to the best form of overcoming writers block; playing God of War: Ragnarok for hours. Next time we'll talk about pain from Star's point of view and yes, find out what exactly the Guys in White did to our favorite halfas. And Vlad.