Halloween Danny Phantom stories

Guide, Watcher, Soulmate

He always watched over them. The lost souls, who thought that god wouldn't accept them for one reason or another. From something as mundane as being gay, to something like suicide or even murdering, everyone had a reason for being in this black place.

Eyes the color of spring grass gazed on from a bright doorway as the the grey people shuffled around, heads down and stares blank. You would think they would bump into each other, never looking up to see where they were going, alway in their own worlds, probably thinking about how they got here...that is, if they were even aware they were here in the first place.

It was his job to help them, these poor lost souls, but he couldn't help those who cannot see. He could only watch, waiting it seems, as the souls walked around with either lost or guilty looks etched on their faces. He felt his heart ache and sometimes pound when some got too close to the left door; the door that would sling shot them right back to earth without the needed rest, their individual lights becoming dimmer each time. They needed the rest, the eternal love and healing peace of The Light, or else their lights, their soul voices, would go out. It always made him so sad when they ended up going through that black hole, getting more of their light sucked out each time.

Earth was a cruel place though, with false prophets cheering God and manipulating the masses into believing that He will always love them, only to turn around and spout lies that God does not accept this, or will turn his back on you if you did that. It made the white headed spirit sick sometimes, but he was never able to be angry or hate them when he was a Watcher; love knows no hate.

The thing that made his heart ache the worst though, was that his soulmate, his twin, was here in the grey area.

Dear Daniel wanted to go to earth to learn, as all spirits who go to earth did. But Daniel was always a bit too impatient, and always made his lives hard so he could gain experience quicker.

The spirit went with him only a couple of times; one life they were lovers, another life they were brother and sister. He was even Daniel's spirit guide at one point. It didn't happen too often, seeing as they both had to grow in different ways, but when the spirit, Nathan, went with his soulmate at the same time it was always the lifetimes that would be the most taxing.

The time before last, given the circumstances, was different than any one else. The Spirit of Time had told them it was necessary for their growth, being fused into the same body. They had all charted it carefully, seeing as it would be a new and rare experience, especially for Nathan who never had to be in a body he couldn't control, who couldn't actually talk to Daniel in anyway and could only lend him the powers of a ghost. All the people who had joined them each grew in their own way, though unfortunately Johnathan had to spend sometime in the healing chamber when he returned, feeling great shame and loathing himself for causing so much trouble and pain, especially to the one who was his friend in that life and to Daniel who was a dear friend back Home as well as something like a son in that lifetime.

That lifetime, believe it or not, was nothing compared to the life Nathan's soulmate had set up for himself this time around. Becoming an orphan at birth, being ostracized most of his life for first talking to spirits and then later on for falling in love with a man. Andrew tried to help, but the era Daniel had chosen to live his next life, though it happened, was not always kind for those type of things. Andrew ended up being shot to death and Daniel became a murderer in his grief, so blinded by vengeance that nobody could reach him. Instead of a quick death he ended up slowly suffocating by the noose.

Even now, Nathan watched a disheveled Daniel, slightly more animated than the other residents, running his fingers through his hair and talking to himself.

If Nathan got closer, he would have seen the details of the tattered and bloody button up, the tears coming from a last ditch effort to get free before giving up while the blood came from the victims he'd gotten revenge on. The spurs of dusty and well loved boots clinked even as the boots made no noise themselves, with thread bare jeans looking about ready to fall off the man yet somehow staying on.