Superstitions (Rewrite)

Chapter 2: Consequences

A.N. I'm terribly sorry for not fulfilling my previous promise to the full extent. Danny is going to become a halfa here, but the reaction will be in the next one. It's just for the steady story flow.

The Fenton household was completely silent and void of any activity. After the last candle was extinguished, Danny started to patiently wait until he heard his father snoring in his room. Jack always was the last to fall asleep, everyone got used to this and adjusted to the snoring, which almost shook the entire house and wasn't a bother anymore. Danny threw away the thin covers and put on his usual clothes, trying to make as less sound as possible.

Then the teen slowly tiptoed out of his room, outstretching his hands and using them to orientate around the dark inners of the house. There were few windows, when winter came they could easily seal them, but it was dark nevertheless. The wooden floor creaked slightly beneath his boots, but the sounds remained unheard because of the rumbling snores. Suddenly Danny hit the pot and pushed it off the table, but thankfully he managed to catch it before it hit the ground. 

Finally Danny got to the front door and slowly turned the key in its hole with characteristical clacking sound. Flinching at how loud the action was, he started to listen if someone had woken up. Everything seemed as quiet as it was before. Danny pushed open the wooden door, and the night wind poured inside the house. He stepped outside and closed the door behind him. The teen turned around and went down the path out of the front yard.

It was a clear night, just as the day before it. The white disk of the moon was shining in its full circular glory, and the light wind was blowing into the teen's face. As it was commonly known, all nasty things came out during the midnight. Danny thought that if it was true, then he most certainly would find something. Or someone.

The forest was close, but Danny had previously decided to make a little hook by making a stop at the house where Tucker lived. The night streets of Amity Park were mostly empty, except for a few drinking inns which were working all the time. You could easily avoid them, since the noise they made was like a lighthouse in the foggy evening. The guards occasionally passed nearby, with torches in their hand. Danny hid from them by simply watching out for the light. After all, it wasn't his first time sneaking around the town at night, and not even the second.

The teen reached for a brick two story house on the central street. Of course, he didn't go to the front door and knocked. Instead Danny went to the shady alleyway and kneeled to a small window, which was barely above the ground. Tucker slept in a basement, which the dark skinned teen had made more warm and comfortable.

"Psst, Tucker, it's time to go."

There wasn't a single indication of any movements inside the room. For some reason Danny recalled their old joke, that the black people couldn't be seen at night. Suddenly the teen felt someone putting a hand on his shoulder. Danny jumped in surprise and spun around on speed usual people would deem impossible. He then heard an uncontrollable laughter and saw Tucker clenching his stomach and shaking in this same laughter. Danny narrowed his eyes at his friend.

"Haha, very funny. Let's go before someone notices."

Danny didn't have time for this, so he simply went in required direction. On their way through the multiple alleyways, Danny picked an unlit torch from one of the stands and the two continued their way. He doubted that Baxters were going to suffer extreme losses because someone took a torch. Besides, annoying that pompous fools was priceless. At least someone should spew into their faces at least once, even if indirectly, and that's exactly what Tucker and Danny were doing in their free time. It was more interesting than scaring the chickens and flipping over the cows, like some of their peers did.