Chapter 1- Poor Kid:
Danny:
I sighed as I still remembered that day. It was years ago and I still remember their deaths. Now, if people ever figured out my name they would recognize me. So, I did my best to blend in. I hid in the shadows of the real world, or I hid in the Ghost Zone. A year of hiding wasn't exactly the best plan- but with Vlad on my tail I had to. I had to get a name for myself, not as Fenton, but as…as something else…I needed a new name- a legal name change might work, but that requires money. Then, I would able to actually live. Maybe even finish high school.
I shook my head- yeah right. I wasn't the smart one, that was Jazz- ow…okay, can't think like that. I felt deep inside me, to my ice core from my ghost form. I used the coldness to help numb my mental pain. It still hurt to think about them. I never really got the chance to mourn properly after all. Not since the town was almost in ruins, and the bodies were never recovered.
I bit my lip as my stomach growled. I needed food. I hated to steal and I hated to do this. I hated to steal food to survive, but then again, it was New York and it was common for thieves. Though, I still despised it.
I spotted a small food stand of bread, apples, and cakes. I pulled my hoodie up and then turned invisible. I walked over to the stand and grabbed a piece of bread and an apple. I slowly turned visible in an alley and looked at my food. I was about to take a bit of the bread- it was, luckily, a large loaf- when I spotted a homeless man. I cursed my heroic side and walked over to him. He looked at me sourly, and then spotted the bread I was handing out.
I gave him a soft look and he softened up as he took the bread.
"Bless you," he said. I nodded and left with a smile. I still had an apple in the hoodie pocket.
I pulled out the apple and took a bite out of it. I saw that the homeless man was happily eating his bread, but he kept looking at me as I stopped at the bus stop. He looked at me filled with such hope- like I was an angel…I am no angel…I couldn't even save them…
I heard a scream and I wasn't the only one. Everyone nearby was looking in horror. There was a little girl as she was in the road- a truck heading right for her. Curse my superhero complex. I ran towards the girl- which shocked me because shouldn't at least someone try and help the poor frozen in terror girl?
I ran towards her, aware of the eyes of everyone and the eyes of that homeless man. I grabbed her and just used my body as a shield as the truck couldn't stop in time. I turned us intangible. After the truck had driven by, the driver stopped and everyone watched. I sighed, but nonetheless turned visible.
I knew that since I was using my powers in human form- my glow was showing too. The white glow was all around me and the little girl was cradled in my arms. A woman was crying the most, and I assume that it was the child's mother. People were shocked still. I walked over and handed the child to her, my hood was loosening so she saw my bright blue eyes. The homeless man was crying too.
"An angel," someone whispered. I would have face palmed but considering that everyone was in shock- I would rather them think angel than ghost.
I smiled and mock-saluted. Then, I disappeared.
I sat down in the chair at the café. I didn't have money, but it was a nice place to rest. I had flown from New York to West Virginia, so I was pretty tired (it didn't help that I had gotten hurt on the way there too, I mean, my side felt like it was split open!). The angel incident was all over the news and frankly, I had been surprised that Vlad didn't catch on yet. It also made me wonder why people didn't think I was a ghost. I mean, haven't they heard of Amity? Dumb question, everyone's heard of Amity Park…But didn't anyone know of the ghosts?
Ten minutes later of research on the free computers at the café revealed that the answer was no. They didn't know. The only thing the web brought up about Amity Park was that it was a nice place to live (the old website), the Great Amity Horror (the fire), and what the President had said at past meetings (theories of it being a terrorist attack).
A whole hour later of more research and possessing the computer (and no, not just Technus can do that- but it sure made me glad that it was pretty late and that barely anyone was there in the café) revealed why there was no more information on Amity's ghosts. I guess that's why the GiW is top secret. The Guys In White were smarter than I gave them credit for- to practically erase all things about Amity Park ghosts and cover up everything- it sounded like a government conspiracy theory. Which, in a way, I guess it was.
I yawned and stretched. My eyelids felt pretty heavy. Before I knew it, I was asleep.
Third Person:
Kelly Lane always had a soft spot for kids. It was why she and her brother fought a lot because she had to help every poor kid she saw, even if they were both well into their thirties. However, finding a poor teen passed out at a computer at the café when she was about to close should've been something she was used to. Kids passed out a lot when they played too many video games. But this kid looked different.
He looked about maybe fifteen, unhealthily thin, and fragile. The hoodie he wore was black and worn. His pants were torn in places and looked a size too big. Kelly looked at him a bit more closely and was able to see his face. He had black messy hair that looked like it needed to be washed. His cheeks were slightly sucked in and his eyes were closed. Kelly looked at him sadly, runaway? She did get a few of them every now and then. Then again, this runaway also seemed a bit off.
Kelly got closer to the kid and gently shook his side.
"Hey," she said softly, "You gotta get up."
The kid woke up with a start and he was up into a fighting stance. He saw Kelly and his eyes softened. He dropped the stance and then winced as he held his side. Kelly looked at him with concern.
"Are you okay?"
Big blue eyes met hers. She was amazed that someone had eyes that blue, but they were a bit dull. With her wisdom from age, she knew the eyes were a door to the soul- if that was the case here, then the poor kid had a pretty sad soul. His eyes were a bit dull and sullen. It broke her heart to see a kid with eyes like that.
"Imma fine," the kid slurred slightly.
The brief thought that the kid had taken drugs went through her head, but she knew better. The kid didn't look like the type to take any drugs. His eyes, while sad, were too kind to do anything like that. Maybe the poor child is just tired….
The kid swayed slightly and was about to fall. Kelly caught him,
"Whoa, easy there kid."
Then, Kelly noticed the blood on his side- the side he was clutching.
"You're hurt."
"Imma finneee…."
"No you aren't, you're getting delirious kid. Come on."
Kelly helped the kid walk out of the café. She carefully locked the doors to her café and then led the kid to her car.
"What's your name?"
She turned to face the kid, but he was knocked out again. She sighed, I hope Aaron can do something about it.
Aaron closed the door quietly. The kid was asleep on the bed, his wounds taken care of. Good thing I was a nurse. Kelly looked at him worriedly,
"Will he be alright?"
Aaron sighed,
"He'll be fine, just a bruised rib. My question is why didn't you take him to the hospital?"
"He was hurt and I didn't know his name."
"Hospital."
"But you used to be a nurse!"
Aaron pinched the bridge of his nose.
"You don't know this kid. He could be a thief! A criminal! A druggie!"
"You don't know him either! You have no right to just say he is a criminal! He could be just some poor kid that needs help!"
"Then why does he have so many scars!"
Kelly gasped. Aaron sat down,
"Kelly, he had so many scars on his chest. He is fifteen…"
"Who would do that to a kid?"
"I don't know…"
Danny:
I woke up to the sound of yelling. I blinked, where am I? I slowly sat up. I was in a bedroom- or something. My side wasn't bothering me as much. I looked to see that my shirt was off and I was bandaged. I was a bit off put because that meant that someone had taken off my shirt for me. I hated that. Most people kind of freaked out when they saw all my scars- some from ghost fighting, very small ones from Dash before ghost powers, and the most recent (and major ones) from the fire.
I sighed and found my shirt on a desk nearby. I pulled it on and yawned. I put a hand to my side- it felt like a bruised rib. I know the feeling since I have had one before. It would heal in a day or two from my advanced healing luckily.
I slowly walked towards the voices. The yelling had stopped. I opened the door and saw a man and a woman. They looked similar- I mean, their noses and everything. Maybe siblings or something. They looked about how old Mom and Dad was…okay that still hurts.
The woman had short curly red hair and bright green eyes. The man had strawberry blonde hair and green eyes that were dark. They both looked at me- one was concerned, and one was suspicious.
"Uhh….hi?"
Danny:
I sighed as I still remembered that day. It was years ago and I still remember their deaths. Now, if people ever figured out my name they would recognize me. So, I did my best to blend in. I hid in the shadows of the real world, or I hid in the Ghost Zone. A year of hiding wasn't exactly the best plan- but with Vlad on my tail I had to. I had to get a name for myself, not as Fenton, but as…as something else…I needed a new name- a legal name change might work, but that requires money. Then, I would able to actually live. Maybe even finish high school.
I shook my head- yeah right. I wasn't the smart one, that was Jazz- ow…okay, can't think like that. I felt deep inside me, to my ice core from my ghost form. I used the coldness to help numb my mental pain. It still hurt to think about them. I never really got the chance to mourn properly after all. Not since the town was almost in ruins, and the bodies were never recovered.
I bit my lip as my stomach growled. I needed food. I hated to steal and I hated to do this. I hated to steal food to survive, but then again, it was New York and it was common for thieves. Though, I still despised it.
I spotted a small food stand of bread, apples, and cakes. I pulled my hoodie up and then turned invisible. I walked over to the stand and grabbed a piece of bread and an apple. I slowly turned visible in an alley and looked at my food. I was about to take a bit of the bread- it was, luckily, a large loaf- when I spotted a homeless man. I cursed my heroic side and walked over to him. He looked at me sourly, and then spotted the bread I was handing out.
I gave him a soft look and he softened up as he took the bread.
"Bless you," he said. I nodded and left with a smile. I still had an apple in the hoodie pocket.
I pulled out the apple and took a bite out of it. I saw that the homeless man was happily eating his bread, but he kept looking at me as I stopped at the bus stop. He looked at me filled with such hope- like I was an angel…I am no angel…I couldn't even save them…
I heard a scream and I wasn't the only one. Everyone nearby was looking in horror. There was a little girl as she was in the road- a truck heading right for her. Curse my superhero complex. I ran towards the girl- which shocked me because shouldn't at least someone try and help the poor frozen in terror girl?
I ran towards her, aware of the eyes of everyone and the eyes of that homeless man. I grabbed her and just used my body as a shield as the truck couldn't stop in time. I turned us intangible. After the truck had driven by, the driver stopped and everyone watched. I sighed, but nonetheless turned visible.
I knew that since I was using my powers in human form- my glow was showing too. The white glow was all around me and the little girl was cradled in my arms. A woman was crying the most, and I assume that it was the child's mother. People were shocked still. I walked over and handed the child to her, my hood was loosening so she saw my bright blue eyes. The homeless man was crying too.
"An angel," someone whispered. I would have face palmed but considering that everyone was in shock- I would rather them think angel than ghost.
I smiled and mock-saluted. Then, I disappeared.
I sat down in the chair at the café. I didn't have money, but it was a nice place to rest. I had flown from New York to West Virginia, so I was pretty tired (it didn't help that I had gotten hurt on the way there too, I mean, my side felt like it was split open!). The angel incident was all over the news and frankly, I had been surprised that Vlad didn't catch on yet. It also made me wonder why people didn't think I was a ghost. I mean, haven't they heard of Amity? Dumb question, everyone's heard of Amity Park…But didn't anyone know of the ghosts?
Ten minutes later of research on the free computers at the café revealed that the answer was no. They didn't know. The only thing the web brought up about Amity Park was that it was a nice place to live (the old website), the Great Amity Horror (the fire), and what the President had said at past meetings (theories of it being a terrorist attack).
A whole hour later of more research and possessing the computer (and no, not just Technus can do that- but it sure made me glad that it was pretty late and that barely anyone was there in the café) revealed why there was no more information on Amity's ghosts. I guess that's why the GiW is top secret. The Guys In White were smarter than I gave them credit for- to practically erase all things about Amity Park ghosts and cover up everything- it sounded like a government conspiracy theory. Which, in a way, I guess it was.
I yawned and stretched. My eyelids felt pretty heavy. Before I knew it, I was asleep.
Third Person:
Kelly Lane always had a soft spot for kids. It was why she and her brother fought a lot because she had to help every poor kid she saw, even if they were both well into their thirties. However, finding a poor teen passed out at a computer at the café when she was about to close should've been something she was used to. Kids passed out a lot when they played too many video games. But this kid looked different.
He looked about maybe fifteen, unhealthily thin, and fragile. The hoodie he wore was black and worn. His pants were torn in places and looked a size too big. Kelly looked at him a bit more closely and was able to see his face. He had black messy hair that looked like it needed to be washed. His cheeks were slightly sucked in and his eyes were closed. Kelly looked at him sadly, runaway? She did get a few of them every now and then. Then again, this runaway also seemed a bit off.
Kelly got closer to the kid and gently shook his side.
"Hey," she said softly, "You gotta get up."
The kid woke up with a start and he was up into a fighting stance. He saw Kelly and his eyes softened. He dropped the stance and then winced as he held his side. Kelly looked at him with concern.
"Are you okay?"
Big blue eyes met hers. She was amazed that someone had eyes that blue, but they were a bit dull. With her wisdom from age, she knew the eyes were a door to the soul- if that was the case here, then the poor kid had a pretty sad soul. His eyes were a bit dull and sullen. It broke her heart to see a kid with eyes like that.
"Imma fine," the kid slurred slightly.
The brief thought that the kid had taken drugs went through her head, but she knew better. The kid didn't look like the type to take any drugs. His eyes, while sad, were too kind to do anything like that. Maybe the poor child is just tired….
The kid swayed slightly and was about to fall. Kelly caught him,
"Whoa, easy there kid."
Then, Kelly noticed the blood on his side- the side he was clutching.
"You're hurt."
"Imma finneee…."
"No you aren't, you're getting delirious kid. Come on."
Kelly helped the kid walk out of the café. She carefully locked the doors to her café and then led the kid to her car.
"What's your name?"
She turned to face the kid, but he was knocked out again. She sighed, I hope Aaron can do something about it.
Aaron closed the door quietly. The kid was asleep on the bed, his wounds taken care of. Good thing I was a nurse. Kelly looked at him worriedly,
"Will he be alright?"
Aaron sighed,
"He'll be fine, just a bruised rib. My question is why didn't you take him to the hospital?"
"He was hurt and I didn't know his name."
"Hospital."
"But you used to be a nurse!"
Aaron pinched the bridge of his nose.
"You don't know this kid. He could be a thief! A criminal! A druggie!"
"You don't know him either! You have no right to just say he is a criminal! He could be just some poor kid that needs help!"
"Then why does he have so many scars!"
Kelly gasped. Aaron sat down,
"Kelly, he had so many scars on his chest. He is fifteen…"
"Who would do that to a kid?"
"I don't know…"
Danny:
I woke up to the sound of yelling. I blinked, where am I? I slowly sat up. I was in a bedroom- or something. My side wasn't bothering me as much. I looked to see that my shirt was off and I was bandaged. I was a bit off put because that meant that someone had taken off my shirt for me. I hated that. Most people kind of freaked out when they saw all my scars- some from ghost fighting, very small ones from Dash before ghost powers, and the most recent (and major ones) from the fire.
I sighed and found my shirt on a desk nearby. I pulled it on and yawned. I put a hand to my side- it felt like a bruised rib. I know the feeling since I have had one before. It would heal in a day or two from my advanced healing luckily.
I slowly walked towards the voices. The yelling had stopped. I opened the door and saw a man and a woman. They looked similar- I mean, their noses and everything. Maybe siblings or something. They looked about how old Mom and Dad was…okay that still hurts.
The woman had short curly red hair and bright green eyes. The man had strawberry blonde hair and green eyes that were dark. They both looked at me- one was concerned, and one was suspicious.
"Uhh….hi?"