And Now For Some
Jan. 15th, 2008 06:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tanarillPendulum!
Title: Run, Monster
Fandom: DP, which I do not own
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mild swearing
Valerie Grey was not an average teenager.
Her father was an average casualty of the ghost attacks which constantly sleeted through Amity Park, his head of security job gone to the Ghost Boy and his damn dog. The lifestyle to which she was accustomed had gone with it. That did not fall outside of average, however. Neither did part-time job at the Nasty Burger, which paid pittance but helped some.
The unusual part was the half-million dollar ghost hunting skinsuit that she habitually wore these days, just in case.
At the moment, the proximity alarms were going crazy. She was exhausted; she had just gotten off work and still had homework to do, but ghost hunting took priority. Only problem was, even though her anything-but-average wristwatch was vibrating like crazy, there was no ghost around to be seen.
That was fine. They didn't have to be visible for the suit's sensors to see them.
Valerie ducked into an alley.
It took him a while to stop crying. He wasn't even sure why, but it was a better kind of crying than the hopeless, stifled sobs in the Clocktower. After those, he merely felt tired, as exhausted as he'd been right after the fusion that had caused his existence. Now, he merely felt clean. You will never be clean, you dirty little whore. Maybe not, but he felt it even if he wasn't.
Danny hadn't given a time, but Dan didn't think it was a good idea to hang around in the open. Or even in an alley. Fortunately, he still had his ability to look human: like Danny, like Vlad, and like an odd fusion of the two. Like you are, monster. He chose the last, because someone was sure to recognize one of the others.
Without Clockwork, in the open air, he felt a little better. Not much, because he knew that any moment now Danny would come to his senses and find him and capture him and turn him back over to Clockwork and you deserve it, don't you? Yes, he knew he did.
No one gave him a second glance; many never even gave him a first. There were no cries of terror and running from the monster. He was just . . . a person, to them. It was liberating, in a way. He couldn't run from what he was, but at least he didn't have to inflict it on others.
Until.
"Stop right there, ghost!"
He knew that voice. He was, for a moment, struck full stop by the fact that the owner of that voice was alive, because he'd killed her. But this wasn't his future, was it? Not his world. He'd never existed here, never fought her and hounded her and fought her again. Never crushed her under tons of concrete and atomized the entire thing in green fire.
He was so utterly grateful, in that moment, that he nearly forgot that Valerie Grey would be doing her best to atomize him.
He remembered with enough time to move, but not enough to move and get the person behind him out of the way of an electric jolt powerful enough to stop a human heart. So he stayed where he as, but changed into the ghost form. Not the way Danny did it, with rings of light, or Vlad, with rings of dark. It was more like dropping a mask. The electricity hit him.
And now people ran.
Why shouldn't they run? You are everything they are afraid of, pet. But they didn't run fast enough, not if Valerie was in one of her rages. He had to draw her off.
Dan took off at his full speed of nearly two hundred miles per hour.
He was running! The damn Ghost Boy was running again!
"What, afraid to face me, Ghost Boy?" she taunted.
"Yes!" he shouted over the roar of the wind. Taunting her back.
"Eat this!"
He dodged the first two ectoblasts, and the second two, and then they were out over cornfields and he didn't have to worry about civilians. He dodged a few more times, and then took a nose dive at the ground.
He was still accelerating when he phased through it.
She'd lost him again! And she still had to do her homework.
He'd gotten away. No one had died. You are a monster.
Valerie was alive.
And thus, the story actually does something. Yay! \o/
Title: Run, Monster
Fandom: DP, which I do not own
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mild swearing
Valerie Grey was not an average teenager.
Her father was an average casualty of the ghost attacks which constantly sleeted through Amity Park, his head of security job gone to the Ghost Boy and his damn dog. The lifestyle to which she was accustomed had gone with it. That did not fall outside of average, however. Neither did part-time job at the Nasty Burger, which paid pittance but helped some.
The unusual part was the half-million dollar ghost hunting skinsuit that she habitually wore these days, just in case.
At the moment, the proximity alarms were going crazy. She was exhausted; she had just gotten off work and still had homework to do, but ghost hunting took priority. Only problem was, even though her anything-but-average wristwatch was vibrating like crazy, there was no ghost around to be seen.
That was fine. They didn't have to be visible for the suit's sensors to see them.
Valerie ducked into an alley.
It took him a while to stop crying. He wasn't even sure why, but it was a better kind of crying than the hopeless, stifled sobs in the Clocktower. After those, he merely felt tired, as exhausted as he'd been right after the fusion that had caused his existence. Now, he merely felt clean. You will never be clean, you dirty little whore. Maybe not, but he felt it even if he wasn't.
Danny hadn't given a time, but Dan didn't think it was a good idea to hang around in the open. Or even in an alley. Fortunately, he still had his ability to look human: like Danny, like Vlad, and like an odd fusion of the two. Like you are, monster. He chose the last, because someone was sure to recognize one of the others.
Without Clockwork, in the open air, he felt a little better. Not much, because he knew that any moment now Danny would come to his senses and find him and capture him and turn him back over to Clockwork and you deserve it, don't you? Yes, he knew he did.
No one gave him a second glance; many never even gave him a first. There were no cries of terror and running from the monster. He was just . . . a person, to them. It was liberating, in a way. He couldn't run from what he was, but at least he didn't have to inflict it on others.
Until.
"Stop right there, ghost!"
He knew that voice. He was, for a moment, struck full stop by the fact that the owner of that voice was alive, because he'd killed her. But this wasn't his future, was it? Not his world. He'd never existed here, never fought her and hounded her and fought her again. Never crushed her under tons of concrete and atomized the entire thing in green fire.
He was so utterly grateful, in that moment, that he nearly forgot that Valerie Grey would be doing her best to atomize him.
He remembered with enough time to move, but not enough to move and get the person behind him out of the way of an electric jolt powerful enough to stop a human heart. So he stayed where he as, but changed into the ghost form. Not the way Danny did it, with rings of light, or Vlad, with rings of dark. It was more like dropping a mask. The electricity hit him.
And now people ran.
Why shouldn't they run? You are everything they are afraid of, pet. But they didn't run fast enough, not if Valerie was in one of her rages. He had to draw her off.
Dan took off at his full speed of nearly two hundred miles per hour.
He was running! The damn Ghost Boy was running again!
"What, afraid to face me, Ghost Boy?" she taunted.
"Yes!" he shouted over the roar of the wind. Taunting her back.
"Eat this!"
He dodged the first two ectoblasts, and the second two, and then they were out over cornfields and he didn't have to worry about civilians. He dodged a few more times, and then took a nose dive at the ground.
He was still accelerating when he phased through it.
She'd lost him again! And she still had to do her homework.
He'd gotten away. No one had died. You are a monster.
Valerie was alive.
And thus, the story actually does something. Yay! \o/
