So I have a couple chapters done but I'm going to upload every two-ish weeks
It's been five years now. Since I have been here, in this horrible torture chamber. It's white walls staring back into my bright green eyes. Green blood with specks of red dripping out of my pale white skin from malnutrition. The hair that used to be white now red green and brown, sticky and dry from not being washed. The hazmat suit I once worn now just scrapes of cloth on my skin and bones. No muscle or fat to be found.
The glass wall in front of me with green sparks coming off of it ever once in a while. Keeping me trapped here. But it has help with power canceling cuffs around my ankles, wrists, and neck.
It's been five years since that fatal day. Their horrified faces staring up at me, pleading me to save them. But I failed. It exploded and I lost them all. I tell my brain not to think about them. It would just bring back the unimaginable pain it brought with it. The worse one to think about though was Sam. Not being able to hear her beautiful voice. Not seeing her lavender lips or her striking purple eyes that I would get lost into. Never seeing that devilish smirk cross her lips when she got a plan or never seeing her eyes light up when I got her something. And knowing that I never said I love you to her before she was gone or knowing that I COULD HAVE SAVED HER. I just want to die but they won't let me. They keep piecing me back together. Never letting me die. Oh how I wish I wasn't unconscious after the explosion. Then I could have escaped and killed myself. But no, they chained me up and threw me into their white van. Shipping me off to here. I haven't seen anything but white walls, agents, and torture devices in five years.
They keep telling me no one will come. Telling me how long I'm here. Keep saying my next session will be soon. Keeping me anxious and afraid. Letting me wait in anticipation. I never know when they're going to do one. I just know they do it everyday. Whether it was testing my powers, or just experimenting. Recutting the Y shaped mark in my chest. Making sure everything is 'alright'. Really just poking and prodding to fill their ears with the beautiful sounds of my screams as it echoes through their cold dark minds. Making them laugh and mock while my throat is being torn soar from my screams.
Hi, my name is Danny Phantom or Danny Fenton, considering which form I'm in. I'm half ghost and I have No family, No friends, No future, No freedom, No happiness. And last of all, No hope.
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My Only Family
FanfictionDanny's been there for five years. When Batman and Robin here about a facility experimenting on a certain Halfa, they go and try to rescue him of course. Will Robin also find family? And what happened to Danny's friends and Family and the nasty bu...
