Oh My Field Trip

Chapter 2: Guilt

Dash stood a few meters back, frozen in place. His head was spinning and his stomach churned. He fell to his knees and threw up over the edge of the trail. He had just killed someone. Not just someone, but Danny Fenton. His favorite punching bag, how those horrid memories now burned in his brain. The memory replayed in his head, over and over. His mind was stuck in a sick replay as his brain was flooded with emotions. The shove, the punch with the sickening crack, Danny's head hitting the rock and finally Sam's ear-piercing scream of agony as she realized her best friend had died. Danny's sky blue eyes staring towards Dash and he hurled again. He needed to stop looking but he couldn't. He forced himself to move, to get closer to the body. There was only one thing that could stop this madness. Throw the body over the edge, and make it seem that nothing had ever happened here. Clean up the blood and leave this place. He walked forward and pushed himself through the crowd. Everyone stopped and stared at Dash, some with disbelieve and others with hate. He had reached the body and in a swift movement knocked it over the edge. Into oblivion, to never return. Finally, Dash collapsed into Paulina's shoulder and cried, for Danny, for Danny's friends and family and for himself.

Nobody dared to come close to Sam, she was screaming so loud and crying so hard it scared even the toughest of them. Tucker wasn't much better. No-one was, to be honest. When Dash came up from his spot and quickly nudged the lifeless body of Danny Fenton over the edge. They all knew it was for the best, nobody could stand the emotional pain of the body and the dead look in his lifeless eyes. Maddie sobbed on Jack's shoulder while Jack just stood there with an emotionless face. All the color had disappeared from it and stood a shade of gray that was almost considered ghostly.

Lancer stood there in utter shock at the sight of Danny Fenton with a puddle of blood around his head. He knew Daniel long enough that he could take a serious punch, but a rock to the head was his limit. Daniel had always been an enigma for him, but it was very simple to see that he was dead at that moment. Death, a weird thing it was. Now you're here and the next moment you're not. Lancer couldn't process the death of Daniel Fenton, the boy had a lifetime in front of him. All of that taken away from him, in mere seconds. He walked over to the Fenton parents and gave them his condolences. Soon everyone walked up to them, Sam and Tucker and gave them their condolences. Dash was the last person to do so, and when he came to Sam her only reaction was "Why?". Dash dropped his gaze and walked over to Tucker whose reaction was silence, utter silence. Tucker looked him in the eye and spit in his face, and Dash let it happen because he knew Danny was dead thanks to him.

Sam stood up looking at Tucker and pulled him into an everlasting hug. Soon after they just started walking and only stopped once it was clear that nobody could stand on their feet any longer. They set up camp in a nearby cave and just sat around and looked at the fire. Sleep wouldn't come easy that night.

The next day, Sam walked in front of everyone. She could barely see the trail as her tears blurred her vision. She kept walking, not a single stop along the way. Tucker came up to her and said that the group needed a rest. Still she kept walking. If it weren't for this stupid group, this stupid trip and that stupid son of a b***, Dash, her best friend and her crush since childhood would still be here. Tucker grabbed her shoulders and shook her with a force she hadn't expected. She looked at him, startled, then as a core reaction she fell into his arms and cried, knowing that being mad at the group wouldn't bring Danny back. He would only frown at her and say things that she didn't want to hear. She sighed and pulled herself back together, walked up to the rest of the group and spoke: "If we stop now we won't be home by Monday. If we continue on walking half an hour we can all go home sooner." Nobody dared to speak up and all quickly resumed their silent march.

As the Far Frozen came into view several people screamed at the strange yeti-like creatures. Sam walked on without mercy and walked up to Frostbite. She explained what had happened and asked if one of the speeders could be used to transport them home. Frostbite agreed but only if they stayed for dinner. She ordered everyone to be calm and explained that they would have dinner with the yeti-ghosts.