Running to the Enemy's Arms

Today is TUEsday

This is not my story. This story belongs to deadlydaisy8o8 on Fanfiction.net. I am simply cleaning the flow, grammar, and punctuation. Enjoy.

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AN:/ I know I just said that I was busy and stuff, but I just have to write when I get in the mood. I've been having a lot of really good ideas, mostly because of your guys' suggestions and requests and I just have to get them down before I forget. It's not like you guys are complaining though right? So here we go, three chapters in three days. I know they were short, but they were fast and I didn't think they needed to be longer to get the point across. Another thing that contributes to me writing so fast is knowing what I want to write. It may take me a week or two to get this next chapter up because I still have to hew out a lot of the details. I had these pretty much down to a T in my head for a while, so just be patient. Hopefully, you don't think that in my speed I've sacrificed any quality either. Oh and I know that it's not Tuesday today literally, but it is in the story. (haha. HA!) No really, if you've been paying attention it is a Tuesday in the story. Oh and if you send me questions about the outcome of this story after reading this chapter, I will not be answering them. I don't want to give away the ending! That's for you to figure out along the way!

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Running to the Enemy's Arms

Chapter 25: Today is Tuesday

By: deadlydaisy8o8

Originally Uploaded: Wednesday, September 22, 2010, 9:41 PM

Edited by: MerciLani on Saturday, September 7, 2020, 11:46 AM

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Maddie's P.O.V.

I heard a loud clang from downstairs in the lab, which meant that Jack was leaving dents in the portal doors again. Not that I could blame him. There were times that I wanted to go beat the living shit out of that stupid device for all of the hurt it must have caused my baby boy.

Jack and I had figured it all out with a few hints from Danny's friends. Danny went into the portal and turned it on. He had been shocked by so much ectoplasmic electricity that it altered his DNA. He's been suffering for a little over two years now. What sort of a mother was I? I didn't even notice that my baby boy was ill with a ghastly ghostly disease.

After running a few tests and calculations, we figured that the energy from the shock manifested into Phantom, just like that ghost said. The problem was that instead of forming outside of Danny or Danny being overshadowed, Phantom was attached to Danny's molecular structure. My baby boy was living with a ghost inside him, controlling him, making sure it survived like some sort of parasite.

It all made sense now. The sudden fear and interest in our inventions, his reclusiveness -- it was all part of Phantom controlling my baby. Tears slid down my face once more as I thought of Danny and what he must be living through every day. Not even having control of your own body, setting off every ghostly device in the house, having to fear your parents.

How long had it been since I'd seen my real son? How often was Phantom in control and how often was it really my Danny? How many times had I thought I was hugging my baby when I really hugging a disgusting monster? How many times had I had the opportunity to see the clues when I placed the blame on faulty equipment? I was an appalling mother. I failed my son for two years without even knowing it!

The sound of glass breaking reached my ears. I didn't care if that was the 30th beaker Jack had broken since we found out about Danny. Somehow it seemed right that everything was broken. It seemed so wrong for other things to be in working order when my baby boy was gone and hurting. It wasn't fair that the beaker should be allowed to go on being whole when my baby was being torn apart from the inside out.