Secret Secrets

Now keep in mind this is my first fic I've put up on the web.

Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me but the story is all mine. Please don't steal! T-T
((Revised as of 6-15-04))
 

“Fenton you’re a..a..”

I couldn’t say anything. I was in shock you could say, though, I’ve never been good with words. I hate it, I really do. I’ll tell you I only play dumb so I slip a little more under the radar, but I doubt you'd believe me. I only want focus on me when I’m sure I havecontrol of the situation. I suppose the psychologists are right. I do my best to be macho, popular, and intimidating because I like to sm ove over my flaws. Or at least freak other kids into keeping their mouths shut. It never worked with Fenton’s little group, they're all smart mouths. Except for maybe Tucker, he tends to just shut up when I tell him to. I’d never tell Manson and Fenton I actually admire them for being generally brave in the face of a bully. I’m not proud of it. It's just my way of dealing with life and hiding my flaws from others. If everyone can only complain I’m a jerk, that’s fine with me. I’d rather them see me as a bully than who I really am.

Fenton looked as if he was the one who had just seen a ghost. He looked terrified of me in a way he never had before. It made me feel sick to my stomach. He turned tail and ran as if he were running for his life. I stayed put for about half a minute before high-tailing it back to my house. I would have run the whole way if I wasn’t worried about how it would look. When I finally collapsed on my bed I let myself think. I replayed the event in my head.

I was just leaving school. I was leaving pretty late since I had detention. Caught passing someone else’s note, would you believe it? But they let me get away with murder in the halls. Then out of nowhere something bowls me over. It was a woman but I could see everything through her. I won’t lie, I panicked. I probably yelled too. She looked pretty normal except for the whole see-through thing but then it got even weirder. Her eyes glowed, she flicked out a forked tongue, her limbs and whole body grew longer in an unnatural way, and her nails grew into claws. She was coming right at me I swear to God. I finally had the sense, or instinct to get up and throw something at her. I wish the instinct to run had kicked in instead. Whatever I threw at her went right through her like she wasn’t even there. I had a feeling that she could still hurt me though. She did, she knocked me right into the back alley between the school and the gym.

Out of nowhere this kid in black and white spandex or leather tackles her down. I would be relieved except he was doing all the same things she was. Even though he had white hair and green eyes, it should have been a dead giveaway. I mean I can’t believe I didn’t recognize him at first. I’ll blame it on the shock and panic I was experiencing at the moment but I’ll admit I’m not the brightest bulb in the box. I just sat where I had landed watching as the kid took down the ghost-like woman and somehow put her in a thermos. It would have been comical if the circumstances had been different.

Come on, a thermos to contain ghosts? Not very impressive or frightening if you ask me.

Two rings of light, one at the kid’s feet and the other at his head, rose and lowered to meet at his stomach. As the rings passed over his body he seemed to transform into Fenton. From spandex to baggy jeans and that form fitting t-shirt, white hair to black. It was unreal. I guess that’s the truth now that I think about it. Everything that happened was out of a book or a movie. I stood and came out of the alleyway almost like I was trying to get a better look at him. But there was no mistaking it. Well, the rest is history.

Now I’m sitting on my bed still thinking things over. It’s already one in the morning. I just can’t sleep. I keep seeing Fenton’s expression in my head. I understand. He’s probably afraid I’ll come down harder on him now. Blackmail him. Or even worse, expose him.

The truth is I could never hurt Da-Fenton that deeply.

Like I said, I admire him. I even see that I’ve begun to obsess about him lately. Pay him more unfriendly visits and taunt him more. Can you blame me? It’s just so easy to get a rise out of him or even a panicked stutter. Yea, I guess you can blame me.

But I still don’t know what to do. It’s not as though I can just go to school tomorrow and act as if everything’s the way it was before. It would be weird to call him up and tell him his secret is safe. There’s same issue with going to his house, especially this late at night. And how would it look to Da-… Fenton if I didn’t go to school tomorrow?

I even have questions that will probably go unanswered. What is he doing? What exactly is he? When did he get like that? How?

I realize I don’t know anything about…Danny…anymore.

…

I guess I have a lot more thinking to do before sunrise.