Candeh- Haha, I got an email with someone asking me if that last chapter was the last chapter of the story. So to answer that email, no, it's not, and I'm glad it's not. There's so much to be answered. What happens to the dirty bastard Walker, and the heroic, but sort of crazed guy Vlad, and the hot hero Danny? OMG! Only Candeh shall know. P.S. I like getting your IMs. :o And this chapter is also not the end of the story.
Danny sent Walker flying back against the brick wall. He punched him in the face and then in the stomach. Out of pure confusion, Walker took the punches, not knowing how to react or what to do. His eyes bleakly shown through an outraged facial expression, but his eyes shown fear in which he tried to hide. When Danny stopped, he panted whipping sweat from his forehead. He looked over at Vlad, who was running fingers through his hair and looking as if he wanted to pull it out. He grabbed the mirror, moaning.
"Vlad," Danny panted. "I could use some help."
At that instant, Sam and Paulina came running through the door with the thermos. Sam threw it at Danny, and Danny caught it, Walker standing up, uncaring.
"Suck me in, punk," he said. "But you're still through."
He got up off the ground, scratches across his face and knees and hands, and attempted to grab the thermos. For a second, Danny looked at Vlad to see if he was going to come and help him, but Vlad didn't move. He stood staring at himself in the mirror and Sam and Paulina ran over to Danny.
"Vlad," Danny, struggled, Walker's hands hooked in his. "Help."
Vlad moaned in the mirror, transfixed. "Oh Daniel," he said. "You should have seen your mother's face."
"Ow," Danny said, Walker sending surges through his body. Danny tried to do the same, but nothing happened. Walker laughed. Instantly, Sam dove forward and grabbed the thermos, putting the lid back on and then opening it again. She pointed it at Walker, giving Vlad a compassionate look, and Walker grabbed Danny by the throat.
"You're coming in with me, you piece of shit."
Danny threw Walker off him, just in time, and Walker grinded his nails on the floor, attempting to scratch himself free, but he was swallowed into the thermos, and Sam closed it with a small 'pop'.
She looked at Danny, rubbing his neck from Walker's grip.
"Oh Danny!" Paulina said, running up to him and hugging him. Sam stood and walked over to Vlad, still looking at himself in the mirror and sulking.
"Sam," Danny said. "Thanks," he smiled.
Sam put her arm around Vlad and smiled at Danny.
And Danny couldn't take his eyes off her.
Danny and Sam and Paulina are each holding me up by the arm, and I struggle, but I can't break free. Danny looks at me, worried, and I look away, thinking of how much he looks like his parents. His parents. His mom.
When they get to the end of the building, to the place where we finally get outside, where millions of people and familiar faces can see, I stop and get loose.
"I'm not going out there."
"Yes," Paulina says, annoyed. "You are."
"No," I yell at her, and she backs down. "I'm not."
Danny looks at Sam. "What?" I say. "What? You're going, Daniel?"
Danny looks at the floor and Sam sighs. "What else are you going to do?" she says. "You beat Walker. What else is there to do? Hide out here forever?"
I look at Danny. His eyes are accusing, and when I look down at the floor, two feet are in front of me. I look up, and Maddie and Jack face me.
I wipe blood off my forehead and patted my shirt and pants to make sure there was no dust lingering on them, but when I was done, I knew I still looked horrible. Maddie looked at me, and smiled. Then, she leapt up on me, and hugged me, her arms almost choking around my neck.
My mom and dad are standing in front of me, smiling. I don't really know if this is a good or a bad thing, but their eyes are happy, with a hint of sadness. I look as bad as Vlad does. I know I have blood all over me, and I know I'm still in ghost form, so I take the opportunity to change back to human, where I still look just as much as a wreck.
Jazz comes running in after them, pushing them aside.
Vlad takes a step back.
"Danny," Jazz says, hugging me. "Oh my gosh, you're alright."
My mom is crying and my dad is hugging her tight and she's hugging him back, looking at me like she does when I come home late from school, and when I cleaned the house for no reason whatsoever. I choke a smile.
When Jazz finally lets go, my mom puts her arms around me and cries on my shoulder.
Sam comes over and comforts her and I step back to Vlad.
"Mom," I say. "I'm sorry."
"No, Danny, don't say that," my dad says. "I'm so sorry," he says, smiling. "You're so grown up." And when he says this I can almost feel Vlad's urges to say something like 'what does that have to do with anything' but he doesn't and when I look up at him, he's smiling.