And I'm in your life and I'm in your head [CLOSED]
WHO: Danny, Wally, V, Caesar, and Dib
WHAT: Unable to control his movements, Danny does something he'll never forgive himself for.
WHEN: Backdated to June 5, afternoon.
WHERE: Eastern District, outside the museum.
WARNINGS: Character death
NOTES: Multiple threads going at once. First is Danny + Wally, second is Danny + Everyone Else.
Danny soared high above Nautilus, eyes scanning the ground dutifully. His gaze was stony, his face relaxed, his lips closed. He made no sound. There wasn't even a twitch on his face to betray how much he was screaming inside.
Stop! Stop it! Stop moving!
He could feel the wind on his face and the sun on his back -- dim as it was today, thanks to that intrusion in the sky. On any other day, he'd be smiling. Today, he had no reason to... even if he could.
Go back, go back to the gate, they need me!
He was heading East, that much was sure. Where, or why, Danny didn't know, but he was panicking nonetheless. He tried to focus his will, focus anything, but nothing in his body would respond. Whatever had taken control had him completely.
Help me! Somebody, help me! Please... PLEASE! I can't move!
Had Danny a heartbeat in his ghost form -- and any connection left between his mind and his body -- his heart would have been pounding in his chest as he saw the Museum come into view. As it was, he did the only thing he really could at the moment: let his mind race and worry and wonder what was happening.
A streak of yellow came into view, darting into the museum. Danny's body wasted no time, landing a decent distance away and waiting.
What are you waiting for?! Danny shrieked at his captor. What are you doing? What are you planning? If you're going to talk to him, do it! Answer me! TALK TO ME!
Yet Danny's captor made no response. Instead Danny's body remained invisible, but slowly his hands rose to cup around his mouth like an impromptu megaphone. Danny continued yelling in his mind, screaming at the captor to acknowledge him, set him free, or at least tell him what was going on, but none of his wishes were granted. He was trapped doing the motions, letting someone else control his body for who knows what.
Finally, a streak of red and yellow darted back out from the museum, and Danny's captor wasted no time.
"Wally," Danny felt his mouth cry out, the cry sounding strangled and weak. "Wally, help...!"
WHAT: Unable to control his movements, Danny does something he'll never forgive himself for.
WHEN: Backdated to June 5, afternoon.
WHERE: Eastern District, outside the museum.
WARNINGS: Character death
NOTES: Multiple threads going at once. First is Danny + Wally, second is Danny + Everyone Else.
Danny soared high above Nautilus, eyes scanning the ground dutifully. His gaze was stony, his face relaxed, his lips closed. He made no sound. There wasn't even a twitch on his face to betray how much he was screaming inside.
Stop! Stop it! Stop moving!
He could feel the wind on his face and the sun on his back -- dim as it was today, thanks to that intrusion in the sky. On any other day, he'd be smiling. Today, he had no reason to... even if he could.
Go back, go back to the gate, they need me!
He was heading East, that much was sure. Where, or why, Danny didn't know, but he was panicking nonetheless. He tried to focus his will, focus anything, but nothing in his body would respond. Whatever had taken control had him completely.
Help me! Somebody, help me! Please... PLEASE! I can't move!
Had Danny a heartbeat in his ghost form -- and any connection left between his mind and his body -- his heart would have been pounding in his chest as he saw the Museum come into view. As it was, he did the only thing he really could at the moment: let his mind race and worry and wonder what was happening.
A streak of yellow came into view, darting into the museum. Danny's body wasted no time, landing a decent distance away and waiting.
What are you waiting for?! Danny shrieked at his captor. What are you doing? What are you planning? If you're going to talk to him, do it! Answer me! TALK TO ME!
Yet Danny's captor made no response. Instead Danny's body remained invisible, but slowly his hands rose to cup around his mouth like an impromptu megaphone. Danny continued yelling in his mind, screaming at the captor to acknowledge him, set him free, or at least tell him what was going on, but none of his wishes were granted. He was trapped doing the motions, letting someone else control his body for who knows what.
Finally, a streak of red and yellow darted back out from the museum, and Danny's captor wasted no time.
"Wally," Danny felt his mouth cry out, the cry sounding strangled and weak. "Wally, help...!"