A Danny Phantom FanFiction by Cordria
In Which the World Doesnt Always Make Sense
When my friend and I beta-ed this chapter last week, we added a lot of stuff and changed a lot of things. There was a LOT of stuff to put into one chapter, and we ultimately decided that it was impossible and the chapter was pushing 30 pages. Thus this chapter got split in half. The part with the box ghost I put in my journal is now in chapter six. On the positive side, the next chapter is done too!!
Oh, and thanks to KaliPhantom for giving me a good way to post this even though my enter key doesnt work!
Tucker carefully balanced his lunch tray on top of the small stack of books he had borrowed from the library. He scanned the cafeteria, spotting his friend sitting at their usual table. Danny was staring down at his food and not looking around.
He walked over and dropped the books loudly, snagging the tray artfully before it could drop. Wheres Sam? he asked.
Danny glanced up at him, his eyes sparkling when he saw Tucker slip into the seat across from him. I havent seen her all day. I thought
Remember, Tucker had issues with being friends with Danny, but Danny didnt know anything about it. Danny got to school and it seemed as though Tucker and Sam were avoiding him. So he got it into his head that Tucker and Sam didnt want to be his friends anymore. But he is trying to stay alive all day.
Listen, Danny, Tucker interrupted, setting his tray down and staring right into his friends eyes. Im your friend, and as your friend Im going to be totally frank with you.
I love it when people are frank.
Nodding, Danny looked a little confused.
Im scared of you. He picked up his plastic spork and waggled it in his friends direction. Now, I know you wouldnt hurt me on purpose, but Im terrified of the idea that you could randomly get mad at something and Id end up in the same condition as those cheese fries last night. I spent a large portion of yesterday trying to decide if it was a good idea for me to be anywhere near you.
Danny sighed, his mouth opening to say something, but Tucker fiercely shook his head. Let me finish. Ive gone over this monologue in my head too many times for you to interrupt it and ruin this for me. He stopped and took a breath. At first, I thought this whole ghost thing was kind of cool. I mean, you could walk through walls and stuff you can do things most of us can only read about in comics. You were scary as a ghost, yeah, but it was something I could live with because the powers were so cool. But then you toasted those fries and I got frightened. For the first time I started to think about this as something that was really happening. Youre not some superhero in a comic book. Youre Danny Fenton, teenager in Amity Park.
Thats how I see this in my head. Hes just a teenager
not some super hero like he is in the cartoon.
Tucker carefully studied his fingers. And I chickened out on you. I questioned how good of a friend you were. How good of a person you were. I was really scared of the idea that you could randomly decide that I should die. He blew out his breath and set down his spork. That was selfish and childish of me. I know youre my best friend and youll never hurt me. So, while Im still absolutely petrified of the idea of you being a ghost
and that weird aura youve got that sends chills up my spine
I want to be your friend. I want to help you. Ill try to be better and not act like a total jerk.
well see how well it works.
He was silent for a moment. What Im trying to say is I apologize for acting like an idiot yesterday even though you werent there to witness it and had no idea I was doing it. And Im asking if youll allow me to be your friend still, even though I was acting horribly. He held out his hand for Danny to shake. We good?
Danny just blinked at him. Youre
me? He shook his head in confusion. But Im the one that acted like a little kid yesterday, blowing up at the fact that I couldnt pick of a silly cheese fry.
You gonna shake my hand or not? Tucker let a grin drift onto his face. Then,, you can apologize.
Fine. Danny reached up and snagged his best friends hand. I apologize for acting like a two-year old.
Apology accepted. Tucker picked up his spork and dug into the ground beef Salisbury steak. I spent all night trying to figure some stuff out about you. Ive even been holed up in the library all morning, skipping classes, trying to pull some more information together. He grinned. Ive got it. I know what you are.
yeah! I really want to see if I can get my thoughts out on the topic in some sort of a sensible order. I hate disseminating information.
Tucker glanced around, searching for Sam. Hed just have to tell this twice if she didnt show up. Alright, Ill tell you, but you have to help me tell Sam later. At Dannys nod, he took a big bite of the instant mashed potatoes and started with his mouth full. I hate it when people talk with their mouths full
You walked into the portal and turned it on from the inside you must have hit a button or a switch or brushed up against a loose connection, completing a circuit or something but the point is that you turned it on and it essentially electrocuted you. You shouldve died with that much energy flowing through you.
Canon so far, right?
Danny asked, Why didnt I then?
Heres the kicker, Tucker pointed his spork at him, you did.
Raise your hand when I lose you.
Danny paled as he stared at Tucker in disbelief. What?
You had to have died, thats the only way you could have a ghost at all. But listen. Normally when a person dies their ghost is created in the instant of their death. A person has to have died in order for their ghost to form. But you werent hit with just any electricity
you were hit with electricity that was mixed with spectral energy.
So? Danny was picking at his tray with an odd expression. Im still dead.
No, youre not. At least not in the normal sense. Normally a ghost is created when a person dies. Because of all the spectral energy floating around, your ghost got super-charged and was created a split-second too early. Its impossible for two of you to exist at the same time in the same place, so you who was still a split-second from really dying merged with the ghost that would have been created when you actually died. Get it?
Get it? Do you?
Danny shook his head and Tucker sighed, deciding to plunge ahead with the explanation anyways. Ghosts are inherently better at surviving electricity, being energy themselves, so when your ghost merged with you, you gained that ability to be better at surviving electrocution too. You got just strong enough in that split-second that you managed to survive the blast. Tucker grinned happily at his explanation. Dying is what kept you alive.
Its a total paradox, Tucker continued happily. Youve got a ghost, which means that you cant be alive. Only youve never died, so you cant be dead. The whole point is that youre neither dead nor alive.
Im imitating my friend when I wrote this. Shes very science-y and whenever she can talk about something thats over my head and confusing, she gets this contented-happy-egotistical tone to her voice. Its very annoying.
One of my betas and my debates is whether or not to even HAVE that explanation in there at all. Its not really important at all for the future so if you dont get it, no sweat but it does add in an element of this COULD be real to it. So we finally decided to keep it in and cross our fingers that it makes some sort of sense.
Danny finally just sighed and took a bite of his own lunch. You said you knew what I was.
Tucker glanced at his friend, smiling at the life that sparkled in his expressive eyes. Danny hadnt dropped into dead mode yet. He figured that Danny was trying to stay alive and actually succeeding. His friend was starting to get some sort of control. There are, historically, three states of life. There are two that are really well known alive and dead. But there is a third one. Its completely theoretical, but its got to exist.
What is it?
So many people guessed undead when I asked a few weeks ago that I just added that one and made you all right. Partially.
An ascended form of life; a half-way spot between the world of the living and the dead. Up until now, the ranks of these ascended beings consisted of a spattering of the normal undead, zombies, immortals, demi-gods, faeries, demons, and things like that. I think that you classify in with them not dead, not alive, but something else entirely.
I think this has interesting connotations. Im basically throwing Danny in with everything thats ever been classified as something thats specifically not alive or dead. Things in this category are normally things that dont age
Should I keep poor Danny fourteen forever?
Oh. Danny took a small bite of his hamburger steak.
As to what you are, like a name, thats a search for the pointless. I mean, names for that third state of life vary depending on what culture
Suddenly Dannys eyes shifted. Tucker shivered, trailing off, transfixed by the unnatural gleam in his best friends gaze. There seemed to be flickers of emerald lights shimmering under the normal blue. Then Danny blinked, shaking his head and returning to normal. Shooting Tucker a weary grin, Danny said, Sams coming.
Tucker raised an eyebrow and glanced around the cafeteria, not bothering to ask who she was. I dont see her, he said, trying to ignore the odd look on Dannys face. How can you tell?
Rainbows, Danny muttered softly. He shook his head and picked up a slimy carrot, ignoring Tuckers confused look. Rainbows.
Do you remember?? Do you know what Dannys talking about? Meli thinks I should explain, but I think youre smart enough to figure it out. Ive always thought stories that make you work a little bit are much more interesting. Its showing rather than telling.
Meli complained about my lack of Sam oriented parts
so this ones for her. It was originally a continuation of the Tucker part from above.
Sam grabbed the last salad from the cafeteria, staring down at it in distaste. Shed forgotten to grab a lunch from home that morning and so she was reduced to school food. The salad was bound to be at least a week old, full of genetically-enhanced vegetables rather than the organic kind, and the salad had the high probability of having germs on the lettuce. With a sigh she stuffed the salad back into its slot and walked down the cafeteria line, scoring only a handful of old carrots, a spoonful of mushy peas, and a glob of (probably) radioactive mashed potatoes.
Ah. Such wonderful school food. How I dont miss thee
As she punched in her number at the checkout, she thought that all-in-all it had been a horrible day so far. She hadnt managed to find Danny or Tucker that morning, and shed been roped into helping that stupid volunteer drive again. She didnt really mind helping with things that made sense
but a drive to drum up volunteers when they had nothing for those volunteers to do but find more volunteers?
Stupid, stupid, stupid, she muttered and stalked across the cafeteria towards her normal table. The two boys were already there, the annoying beret-wearing one staring at her in surprise.
Rainbows? Tucker asked, turning to Danny, What about rainbows?
Picking up the conversation where it was left off
Tucker Foley, Sam ground out, ignoring the odd question. I havent forgiven you for last night. How dare you say those kind of things
Danny forgave me already, he said quickly, gesturing towards the black-haired boy playing with his food.
Sam dropped into the seat next to Danny, steadfastly not looking in Tuckers direction. Shed forgive him
eventually. Until then he could just suffer her cold shoulder. How is your day going Danny?
A small smile flickered onto Dannys face. Better than yesterday. His eyes sparkled when he glanced up at her. Still creepy, but better.
Excellent. Sam drifted into silence, not really knowing what to say. Emotions were churning inside of her and ever she couldnt really figure out what they were trying to tell her. Happiness, fear, frustration, giddiness, elation
Instead, she simply reached over with a free hand and placed it on his arm. His skin was warm and reassuringly normal under her fingers. Im really glad youre better.
mushy moment. MORE ANGST! MORE ANGST! Bring it. You know its coming. *evil grin*
Sam gasped as the temperature of Dannys skin suddenly dropped. It wasnt really cold, but the difference was definite and sent chills up her arm. Dannys eyes were forcibly closed, his breathing harsh, his breath fogging softly in the warm air of the cafeteria.
Instead of answering, he pulled his arm out of her fingers and buried his face in his hands, digging his fingers into his scalp. His whole body was tensed, almost shivering.
Danny? Both Sam and Tucker echoed. Sam carefully touched his shoulder, wondering at the impossible cold that seemed to be emanating off of her best friend. The actual air temperature was beginning to drop, her own body beginning to react to the cold air around them.
For your information, his ghost sense is going off (duh?) not that its important yet. Random factoid that got deleted due to the fact that it was seriously not important and felt weird sticking in: Vlads vultures are setting it off.
Haunted blue eyes opened, his gaze skipping right past them and scanning the cafeteria. Sam shuddered when a small growl slid out of her friends mouth and his eyes narrowed. When he did that she couldnt really help the brief burst of fear that zinged through her mind. Her whole body was screaming at her that Danny was a predator and that she should be running.
Then, inexplicably, his eyes were focused on her. Green flares were sparkling in his eyes like tiny fireworks as he stared straight into her eyes
no, past her eyes. It was like he was staring through her and into her very soul. Her body was moving of its own accord now, her brain no longer having any say over what was happening. She drew away from the intense power of his stare, barely catching her balance as she toppled out of her chair to stay away from him.
I feel like Im repeating myself with how scary Danny is when his ghostiness is focused on a human
but Meli says its okay. Thoughts? Do you agree with her or is it feeling a little repetitive?
Danny, she whispered, her voice raspy with fear. Danny, stop.
He didnt. His feet scraped across the floor of the cafeteria as he got up and took a few steps towards her. Sam scuttled backwards, glancing around the room. Students were shivering and drawing closer to each other, staring around the cafeteria with varying degrees of fear on their faces. Nobody seemed to be looking at them
Love the oblivious. Have you figured out why hes going after Sam yet?
Her attention was suddenly jerked back to the boy that was crouched over her, balanced perfectly on his toes, a distant smile on his face and an impossibly dead gleam in his eyes. Danny, stop, she tried again, gasping when he leaned a little bit closer and a wave of supernaturally cold air dropped onto her. Danny
When he reached out his hand, her entire body tensed. Her mind shrieked that he was going for her soul, her spirit, her life
and she reacted on instinct. A hand came up to slap his hand out of the way. It went straight through his hand. Panic welled up inside of her.
Two warm hands clasped around her shoulders and jerked her backwards. She had just enough time to register Tuckers beret and glasses before she was tugged forcibly away from Danny and nearly propelled out of the cafeteria.
Tucker, the hero. I will not forget thee in this story of mine.
did you see that? she stuttered as the doors slammed behind them. My hand went right through his.
Yes, Tucker said grimly. I told you he was dangerous.
Sam shook her head, trying to get a thought to work in her head other than my hand went right through his.
I think its you. Tucker pushed her into a stairwell and sat her down. He crouched in front of her, glancing over his shoulder at the cafeteria. I think its got something to do with you.
Tucker nodded, his eyes glittering fearfully in the harsh lights. He didnt go after anyone else
just you. He had an entire cafeteria full of people and after you fell out of your chair, you werent even the closest person. He was going after you specifically.
Tuckers putting pieces together. He knows that Dannys going after Sam
he just doesnt know why yet. Do you??? Do you?
Sam licked her lips. Are you saying this is my fault? She shivered and wrapped her arms around herself, closing her eyes.
No. I dont know whats going on, but its not your fault.
Sam felt warm fingers touch her chin and she opened her eyes. Concern was sparkling in Tuckers eyes. You okay? he asked.
She nodded. Ill be fine.
Im going to find out how Dannys doing, okay? Ill be right back. Stay here. Tucker pushed himself to his feet and vanished down the hallway.
Sam, after sitting still for a moment, followed. Hes my friend too, she rationalized softly as she walked slowly past the rows of lockers, and Tucker cant tell me what to do.
Of course she follows. Bad karma to sit still, right?
Tucker stumbled back into the cafeteria, his eyes already scanning the crowds of teenagers. It was Sam, he knew deep down inside, Danny had been reacting to Sam. Getting Danny and Sam separated had been the only thing he could think of to stop whatever was going on. He wasnt sure at all why or how or even what, but he knew that Sam was causing it. Sam, and something to do with rainbows.
Around him, the students were still acting like they had just seen a horrifying movie, but their reactions were dying away. Danny was nowhere to be seen and, based off the other students, probably wasnt around anymore. Damn it, Tucker hissed.
He needed to find Danny. He needed answers. He needed to talk to
someone. He had too many theories and not enough data.
Can you guess who hes going to talk to? Its not Sam
A breath of cold air trickled down the collar of his shirt and Tucker shivered, instinctively drawing away from something he couldnt see something invisible. For a second he just stood there, feeling the paranormal frigidness drain away, his brain throwing facts together like a terrifying train crash.
Paranormal. Invisible. Cold. Leaving the cafeteria. Reacting to Sam. Going after
Sam. He twirled and raced back out of the cafeteria.
Short section, but it gets the thought across.
Sam was just about to round the corner to head to the cafeteria when Danny shimmered into view in front of her. Danny! she hissed in surprised, jumping backwards. Dark shadows were sneaking up around them, darkening the planes of his face into something unnatural and demonic. His normally blue eyes were nearly lost to the green sparkles.
And the drama builds. Hes after her
hes after her
His feet slid forwards, his head tipping to the side as he stared straight through her. A few more steps and she backed away, her back slamming painfully into a bank of lockers. Danny, she breathed, Im not afraid of you. Im not afraid. You just need to back away from me a little. Just a few steps. Then well be good, okay Danny? Please? Her monotone rambling was doing absolutely nothing. That powerful feeling of helpless fear was welling up in her and Danny didnt seem to even hear her.
Then Tucker was there. He slid between them, his feet catching on the broken tiles and stumbling ungracefully to a stop. Danny, he said with a catch in his voice. Tucker backed up until he was pressed against Sam. Danny, stay away from her.
Danny hesitated, a confused look on his face. Where? he echoing voice wondered, where are you hiding the rainbows? His haunted eyes searched the hallway before he focused on them with a pained note in his creepy voice.
Tuckers aura is mixing with Sams because they are so close, effectively masking Sams
for a few seconds.
Rainbows? Tucker asked, swallowing heavily. His fingers scrambled through his pockets searching for something he could use to keep Danny away from them. Danny, what rainbows? Danny you need to stop. We cant be friends if you cant stop.
Sam could feel Tucker shivering as that supernatural fear swept through them. Hell s-still be our friend, she whispered, hes n-not d-doing it on purpose.
Tucker shot her a wide-eyed look of panic. He held up the only thing he had found his graphing calculator like a knife and stared at his friend. Danny
Picture: the geek, protecting the princess with naught but a graphing calculator from the demonically possessed teenager
I sketched it. I should upload it.
When Danny took another step forwards, his eyes focused straight through Tucker to Sam, Tucker swiped at him with the calculator. Unsurprisingly, the calculator traveled through the boys arm just like Sams hand did earlier.
Without any other ideas, nearly frantic with the instinctive panic that was swamping both of them as Dannys presence focused more and more on them, Tucker tried again. This time, though, his calculator beeped when his finger touched a small button.
Danny recoiled instantly, the green lights vanishing from his eyes. He whimpered, rubbing his arm.
Tucker fumbled with his calculator for a second, his finger finding the same yellow button again. He pressed it, and Danny backed away even farther when the annoying beep sounded.
Its not the beep which Ill explain later in the actual story. Tuckers pushing the send button, which lets his calculator link up to computers through infrared ports to upload and download programs. Its actually the infrared energy that Dannys reacting to. As to why
I cant really tell you. But I will tell you that infrared energy and microwave energy are right next to each other on the electromagnetic spectrum
Ill entertain guesses, but I wont tell you if youre right or not.
Tucker? Danny whispered, blinking furiously and scooting backwards until his back hit the lockers on the other side of the hallway. Sam?
Danny, whats going on? Tucker asked.
Rainbows, Danny rasped softly, sliding down to the ground, his eyes starting to sparkle with life. I couldnt get away from the rainbows.
What does that mean? Sam pushed out from behind Tucker but stayed carefully on her side of the hallway.
You feel like rainbows and I cant stop
Danny breathed as the bell rang and the hallway flooded with people oblivious to the plight of the three friends against the lockers.
He really should explain, shouldnt he?
By the time the initial rush of students had passed, Danny had propelled himself through the front doors, down the steps, and off of the school grounds. He was skipping school and he didnt care at all. He needed time to think
he needed time to figure out what had just happened.
Skipping school for us was never hard. The secretary would wave at us on the way out the door and not try to stop you. Just beware what happened when you go back
Damn it! he screamed, punching a tree and yelping at the pain that speared up his arm. Damn it. He rubbed his bruised knuckles as he stalked down the sidewalk away from school.
Hed been doing so good too. Hed managed to hold off that dead feeling until lunch. And then there had been that really weird feeling
After that everything had just spiraled completely out of control. He hadnt been able to break out of it, and Sam had been so close, and those strange ripples in the air where just getting worse and worse
and better and better
Addicted. Its horrible
but you cant stop
its horribly wonderful
How much longer before he couldnt be around Sam at all? And then there had been whatever Tucker had done with his calculator. That had hurt. It had been like getting zapped with a large static shock.
I cant handle this, he muttered, sinking into a noon shadow behind a garbage bin. I dont want to do this anymore. I want it all to go away. He took a deep breath, burying his hands in his arms. I wish I was just normal again.
He stayed in his dark shadow, curled up and struggling to get his mind wrapped around what had just happened, silently watching the shadows grow as minutes and then hours slipped past. Two days. Two freaking hellish days and he was already losing his mind. Why did this happen to me? he whispered into the air. Why wont it stop?
Out of the corner of his eye, something flickered in the afternoon sun. He flinched, twisting around to stare into the shadows. The tiny ghost vanished the second he tried to look straight at it. Insubstantial and thoughtless as the wind itself, the translucent ghost scampered and twirled around the edge of his vision.
I like that line. Insubstantial and thoughtless as the wind...
Danny watched the tiny spirit play as he sighed and leaned back against the dingy wall. I hate this. He stared up into the sliver of sky visible between the two buildings, the small ghost the only thing that could hear his whispered confession. I scared my two best friends. He shivered for a second, pain flickering into his eyes. I
chased Sam. I was hunting her. His voice was barely audible as he said that.
Why? He turned his head, groaning when his companion disappeared from his sight again. Why did I chase her? He thumped his head back against the wall. Why couldnt I stop? I knew what I was doing that entire freaking time. And I couldnt stop myself.
Im no better than you, he muttered when the ghost came to a stop and hovered, green eyes glowing dimly at it gazed at him. You feed off of humans thats just what you do.
Here it comes
feel the revelation
There was no stopping the thought that came next. It hurt. It stabbed into his heart with a ferocity that brought tears of pain to his eyes. So do I. I feed off of humans too. A tear trickled down his cheek and he closed his eyes. I fed off of Sam. Maybe thats why
CANNIBAL! *stops* Darn. Dont tell anyone I gave you a hint about the oneshot Im uploading for ChaosDragons birthday on the 12th.
He was suddenly jerked to his feet and out of his thoughts by the two large and powerful arms holding him off the ground. His eyes flew open in surprise. Dash
I feel the transition is a little too abrupt, but I dont want to drag it out.
I missed you after school, freak. It took a while to find you, the football star leered, his crooked smile growing when he noticed the trails of the tears left on Dannys face. You been crying? You scared, loser? He laughed, dropping Danny to the ground. You see that guys? Danielle has been crying!
Leave me alone, Danny said, struggling to his feet and searching for a way out of this. He cursed when he finally saw that Dashs friends were artfully blocking every exit. I know better than to be alone after school
its this stupid ghost stuff. Its going to get me killed if it hasnt already. What do you want?
I had a bad day today, Dash answered calmly, cracking his knuckles. That idiot Lancer almost gave me detention and I failed an English test. I need to take some of my aggression out on someone.
Cant you find someone else?
Its your turn, Fent-wuss. The large jock curled his fingers into a fist and gazed down at Danny with a smile. Now, you remember the rules, dont cha? You go running for help or tell someone what happened, I bring this to a new level. Dashs grin grew almost manic. Your girlfriend needs to stay safe, right?
Yeah, Im making Dash evil but not necessarily smarter. He attacks people when theyre alone and knows to hold things over their heads to keep secrets
but he still fails school. In this story, Dash and Danny will never be friends. Live with that now.
Danny closed his eyes, turning his head away from the larger teenager, silently berating himself for getting into this until the first punch landed. Biting back a scream of pain as his thoughts scattered, he clutched his nose and felt the blood start to gush onto his hands. A well-placed kick to his stomach robbed him of the ability to breathe and he collapsed to the ground.
Opening his watering eyes, Danny coughed and tried to get his lungs to start working again. Dash Baxter was standing over him with a grin. Serves you right, freak, for being such a loser. A few of his friends laughed. See you around.
Danny wiped his arm under his bleeding nose and watched them walk out of the alley. They were gone almost as quickly as they had come. No witnesses
no crime. What, no parting insult? he rasped darkly as soon as his body managed to get some air. Rich, red blood trickled down his shirt as he got to his knees and waited for his nose to stop bleeding. Stupid bullies
The tiny ghost danced a little at the edges of his watery vision, its eyes glowing much more brightly than before. I bet you liked that, he muttered sourly. Bloodthirsty, stupid ghosts.
When his nose finally decided to stop imitating a faucet, he carefully felt his nose, wincing at the pain, and got to his feet. His head spun for a second and he closed his eyes, waiting for the world to settle back down. Almost automatically, his feet set him on the path towards Sams house. She always cleaned him up after one of these accidents.
Sam knows about the cause of the accidents
but never says anything because Danny hasnt ever told her why he shows up randomly bleeding and bruised. *random*
But he stumbled to a stop, still hidden in the shadows. I cant go see her. His shoulders sagged and he felt a small piece of him crumble away. Ill just try to
feed off of her again. He licked his lips, trying to figure out where to go. Sam and Tucker both probably hate me. He shivered, wrapping his arms around himself and ignoring his blood-soaked T-shirt.
Home. Home suddenly sounded like an excellent idea. Hed been so against telling his family
but now he just didnt know what to do. He was scared, confused, and alone. Go home and tell Mom and Dad everything. They can fix it.
One bloody, bedraggled, and tired teenager dragged himself out of the alley and down the street towards his house. The simple thought of getting rid of everything almost brought a smile to his face.
His parents would fix this and hed be back to normal.
You think he will? Will he really tell them? I give him credit for making it two days completely freaked out and boggled. Danny was getting a little more confident in the fact that he was some sort of part-ghost-thing, but I needed him to break again. He had a horrible day and his confidence is in the toilet
and then add in a beating by Dash and you have the recipe for a kid that would run home to Mommy to get everything fixed.
Or so he thinks. Im not really that nice.
One last thought this story is not going to remain canon for very long. Im not going to even try following the plot line of the story
but I will try to remain true to the facts of the story, just not necessary the plot. Make sense? Excellent.
Hovering over the alley just far enough away so that the distracted kid wouldnt sense it, a bald and rotting vulture casually flapped its wings. It had finally located the boy during lunch and had gotten a little too close. The boy was more sensitive to ghosts than it had been expecting. He had realized the vulture was there and it had been forced to retreat.
It ground its beak together and swirled in a few more lazy circles in the blazing sky, uncaring about the miniature drama unfolding in the alley. But when the boy stood up to head to his next location, the spectral vulture quietly followed.
This section moved from the END of the original chapter (which this is not) to here
and changed (obviously) to make it a little more fun. Vladdies closing in on the boy
--In real life, the world doesnt always make sense.