A/N: This is the second chapter. Enjoy.
Dark Angel, My Fallen angel.
On Monday morning, Danny found himself standing at a pedestal in front of all his fellow classmates. Lancer had shown all the poems he'd selected to be read that day at the Poem Read-Out to their principal. Mrs. Ishiyama then chose the ten best poems. Lancer had told Sam that her poem had been selected. Because Sam found she would not be there to read her poem, nor would she be able to see her friends again, she had killed herself, committing suicide. Lancer found this out from Danny. Danny, along with telling him, told Lancer that he would like to read Sam's poem for her. What surprised Lancer most was that Danny always used the present tense when talking about Sam.
"Is it okay if I read Sam's poem for her? She wants me to read it for her," he had said. "She says that she's to shy for it."
Lancer looked at the boy sadly and guiltily. He agreed. "Okay, Mr. Fenton," he had said. "Here's the poem. You're up second."
"Thank you, Mr. Lancer," Danny said and took the paper Lancer had handed him.
Now Danny looked out to everyone in the auditorium. There were some parents and every classmate there. He stared out at them. "This," he said. "is a poem written by Samantha Elizabeth Manson. She stole the words from her emotions. The title of the poem is 'Dark Angel, My Fallen Angel':
6O9O6O9O6
Dark Angel, My Fallen Angel
Dark angel
My fallen angel
Why don't you spread your wings
And fly?
Fly away from all of this
Try to run and hide
Even though you know for sure
It will find you anywhere you go
They say your past will always be there
Even if you're not
The mark will scar hearts of others
And linger there forever
Some times the scars are unintentional.
Some times you know it wasn't your fault.
But the blame must fall on someone
And it just happened to be me
You try not to point the finger
But it happens anyway
You wish not to be blamed
But you do it to yourself
Dark angel,
My Fallen angel
Where have your wings
Gone?
6O9O6O9O6
Danny's voice came clear and loud over the speakers. Everyone listened intently and Danny knew that everyone was reminiscing old times they'd spent with Sam. He himself was struck with faded and vague memories that now came to him so vivid and brilliantly remembered:
"Look out!" cried a girl. Danny looked up too late and found the girl crashing into him, sending them both sprawling to the ground.
"Ow!" Danny exclaimed. They were both five years old.
"Sorry!" the little girl cried.
"It's okay," Danny said, sitting up as the girl stood. She offered her hand and he took it.
"I'm Sam, by the way," she said.
"I'm Danny," he replied. She smiled.
The day they met.
"Danny, I'm scared," Sam whispered, holding on tightly to Danny's arm.
"It's only Elementary school," Danny said.
"But there are bigger kids there," Sam insisted, looking at him with pleading violet eyes. They stood in front of the their new school: Casper Elementary.
Danny smiled at her and said, "Don't worry! I any kids try to bug you, I'll beat them up!" Sam smiled uncertainly.
"I'm glad you're here with me," she told him.
Their first day of elementary school. Tucker hadn't been able to go that day so it was just him and her. So many more memories came fluttering to his mind, he stopped mid-way through the poem at a strange choking in his throat. Tears filled his eyes so he couldn't read the word. Everyone looked at him, but no one made a single sound: they were all in the same situation. Danny took a deep, shuddering breath and continued reading. His voice was shaky, but he dared not let it break.
Then, after the last verse left his lips, he looked up at everyone in the auditorium. A tear rolled down his cheek and, without letting the crowd clap yet, put the paper down. He sighed and said, "Spread your wings, my Fallen angel, spread your wings and soar. Let not the blame hold you down and keep you from what you deserve. Dark Angel, My fallen angel, may you take flight."
Claps rang out everywhere. Sobs were heard, and a few whistles sounded as well. Danny stood there for a second longer, searching the crowd, as if looking for someone. He finally sighed, gave a small thanks into the microphone and turned to leave. Tears now rolled down his cheeks. He tried to wipe them away, but they kept coming. Then the temperature seemed to drop suddenly. It became so cold, he could see his breath. But it had a slight tint of blue. He groaned. Ghost-sense.
Sighing, he was glad that at least there was finally something he could take this out on. Or at least-
"Danny?" came an echo-y voice. Danny froze in his spot. Could it be? It couldn't... He turned towards the voice and found before him the last person he ever thought he would see.
"S-Sam?" he asked, still caught in a state of disbelief and shock. The girl before him nodded. "How?"
"I wanted to thank you," she said, walking towards him and covering the distance between him. "For reading my poem for me." She wiped a tear from his cheek and looked at him guiltily. "But the last verse," she said. "It wasn't mine."
Danny nodded, smiling now for the first time since her death. "No," he said. "I made it up."
"It was good," Sam said. "I must go now." She began to disappear before him.
"Wait!" he said. Sam looked at him. "Wait, please, Sam. Don't leave."
Sam smiled fondly. She walked back up to him. "I gotta go," she told him.
"I don't want you to leave," Danny pleaded her. Sam closed in, leaned forward and pressed her lips to Danny's. The kiss was quick, lasting only seconds. Then she pulled away.
"I'm sorry," she whispered,and vanished completely.
"Sam!" Danny called. More tears filled his eyes. "Sam..."
That very night, the decision was made. At exactly 2:30 AM the next morning, Danny Fenton resolved to piercing a knife to his heart. He died instantly. His body was found in his room, blood puddling the floor.
Days later, the bodies of both Danny Fenton and Samantha Manson were buried in Amity Park's Cemetery. The coffins were buried next to each other. Everyone in the city that knew them was there. This included old bullies, friends, and relatives from distant places. Almost everyone made a last statement, mostly good. When it came to Tucker, however, he only said this, "In life you couldn't find the courage to be together. In death, you will forever be together because of your courage to love beyond the limitations of your hearts. Rest in peace, man. Your love is an angel."
This was quoted in every newspaper in the city and the state. A year after their deaths, Sam's poem was published and the money made from her one poem was paid to charity for an Environmentalist group started by Jazmin Fenton and Tucker Foley named ALAS, or wings in Spanish. It stood for:
Always there
Lending a hand
And never far
from Sight
In the end, the Mansons did move from Amity Park in hopes of forgetting their horrid experiences there. The Fentons never left their home in hopes of keeping the memory of their son alive. And every year on the two days when the innocent lives of Samantha and Daniel were ended, people deliver flowers to their graves for two consecutive days. And somehow, at exactly 2:30 AM the next day, the flowers are gone, but the petals are found sprinkled over the graves in various designs.
This is how one of many legends became known to all Middle and High School students in Amity Park about the two tragic lovers. They say that if you go to their graves at exactly 2:30 AM and begin to recite the poem 'Dark Angel, My Fallen Angel', a strange sobbing sound will come. The wind will begin to blow violently as the sobbing progressing, eventually evolving into the sound of a girl crying. Then, the wind suddenly dies down and three drops of a dark, red liquid appear on Samantha Manson's grave tomb stone.
Then the crying stops as the drop are wiped away by an unseen cloth. Then, laughter evolves from where the crying died. They say that the sobbing sounds are from the girl and the blood is falling from her slit wrists. Danny Fenton is said to wipe away her tears and blood and make her laugh. When the laughing dies, the wind picks up again and red and white petals will begin to blow in the air.
They also say that if you anger the two lovers by going there too many times, rain will begin to fall and lightning and thunder begin to streak the sky and sound. The next day, pure red petals with be found on the two graves and blood will align the tomb stones, tracing the two lovers' names.
"Young man, are you telling that dumb story again?" a woman's voice sounded. A small group of about five or six friends sat aligned in a hallway of Amity Park's Casper High. The boy telling the story was only about ten years old. Jazz Fenton, now grown, stands in front of them. There was a meeting being held at the school for the boy's older sister.
"Oh, hey mom," he said. He smiled his funny, side-grin, making his stunning blue eyes twinkle. Jazz smiled. He looked so much like him, right down to the goofy side-grin. His hair was raven black too, and in a way spiky just like his.
"Danny, you know I don't like you telling that story," Jazz said, looking at the little boy. The boy's name was Daniel James Rosfer Fenton, after his dead uncle.
"Sorry, but the guys-"
"And girl," interrupted one of the listeners. This girl was a lot like Sam. Her eyes were a violet color. She wasn't Goth, but was vegeterian and definitely a unique one.
Danny smiled. "Yeah, and a girl wnated to hear the story," he said.
"Yes, but it's not nice to scare them." Jazz's response was answered by the children shouting out that they were not afraid. She smiled. "Okay, okay, you're not scared then."
"Is it time to leave?" Danny asked then. Jazz nodded. Danny frowned and sighed. Then he turned to the group who had already gotten to their feet. Jazz nodded. Danny frowned, but turned to his group to say good-bye. Afterwards, his mom took his hand and they began to exit out the hall. "Where's sis?" Danny asked.
"Already in the car waiting," Jazz replied as they walked down the hall. "You know, Danny, you were born on the same day your uncle was."
"Really? I didn't know that."
"Mm hm," Jazz said. "And part of that legend is that the lovers often visit their relatives. And some times, if you feel like you really need help and no one's listening, listen closely to the wind and you may be able to hear their advice."
"Wow!"
Jazz nodded again. She looked at the happy and enthusiastic boy and smiled. They were born on the same day. And he was born at 2:30 AM that day. She wondered if there was any connection. She smiled and looked up at the sky. Brilliant bright stars and the full moon glistened. The wind began to blow slightly. Maybe there was. He reminded her so much of him.
So much...
E/N: The poem is mine. I made it up. You cannot pass it as your own. If you see anyone with this poem on their page or something, please tell me. It was built of my own emotions. I hope you enjoyed this story. It was short, I know, but was, I believe my best one yet. Thanks for reading.
--Airamé Phantom