A/N: Alright! So I'm sorry to keep you all waiting so long for this, but, unfortunately, the summer got away from me in between German classes (to skip a level and avoid a teacher I don't like) and AP summer work, along with a 4-H trip (w00t CWF!!) and my family's vacation. Busy summer.
So, back to you for the first time since June (?), I present to you As Everything Changes!!
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Danny had moved forward onto his knees by the time Lancer and the others arrived. When he had seen she was no longer breathing, he'd administered CPR. His mind was spinning; he was working on instinct.
Meanwhile, Demo had whispered in his head, Jo could still be in her…. in a ceaseless mantra.
The thought never passed his subconscious.
He ripped off part of his jacket to stop the blood, not noticing where the bullet was. When the police did arrive, an ambulance took her away, glaring at him though he tried to save her. He didn't even resist as Val cuffed him.
After all, he'd just killed the only real family he had left.
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Sam was the lucky one who got to drive Danny to the police station. She glanced back at him every few minutes, realizing he was barely even breathing on his own. They'd had to force him away from his spot on the ground. He hadn't moved since, sitting there just staring at his feet.
She couldn't say she didn't expect him to be like this. Wouldn't she, if she'd shot her sister, be in that kind of shock? But there had to be some kind of reason behind it, there just had to! Either he'd gone crazy, or….
She had to jerk at the wheel to avoid crashing headlong into a car going the other way at the realization. She glanced backward, noticing that Danny still hadn't responded.
…Or his sister had.
That could be it. She could've been doing something wrong, and Danny shot at her to stop her.
But no matter what, Danny was looking at a few days in jail before a trial. And that was only if he cooperated.
…Oh, dear….
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His life had, again, changed drastically in just a few minutes. He felt like he'd been dropped back in the nineties, with Lancer questioning him. Only this time, he wasn't just a bloody witness. He was a bloody suspect.
"Why'd you shoot her?" Lancer yelled.
He continued to stare down at his feet.
"Had she done anything wrong? Was she attacking you? Why?"
Danny continued to ignore him, instead listening to Demo.
Jo might be gone, but you killed your sister because of my stupid problem! I shouldn't have told you to….
No, if you hadn't she would've taken the gun from me. We both know how dangerous Jo is with a weapon. Hell, she's even dangerous without a weapon! If Jazz had taken that gun to her heart herself, she'd be alive and everyone else in the building would've been dead.
Either way, she's gone.
"FENTON!"
Danny jumped, finally looking up at Lancer's bright red face.
"Answer. The. Question."
"Wha—What was the question?" he croaked, speaking at last.
"Let's start with my first question, shall we? Did you shoot your sister?"
"Y—Yes."
"Why did you shoot her?"
"Because I had to." His voice was getting progressively smaller.
"Did she attack you or someone else?"
"N—No."
"Then why did you 'have' to?"
"Sir, I—I can't answer that question."
Lancer looked down at him, eyes narrowing. "Then I can't keep you out of prison."
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The cell Danny was put in already held someone. And, unlike Danny, this guy actually wanted to kill someone.
He was burly yet skinny, and reminded Danny of some of the bullies at his school. It didn't help any that he was about ten years older than Danny.
But Demo seemed to think it was funny the Danny was so afraid of the murderer.
A Reaper that's scared of a killer, ha!
Shut it, Dem.
I'm sorry, would you like to cower in fear in peace?
Demo….
Sorry… it's just…so hilarious! Demo lapsed into chuckles, leaving Danny alone for a while.
The murderer walked over to him, glaring. "What are you in fer, kid? Stealin' Daddy's car?"
Danny settled into a defensive stance, backing up a few steps. The man laughed.
"You think you can actually fight me, boy? You're not in some fancy mansion any more, punk, you're in my house." He moved at Danny, who ducked and dodged around him. If there was one thing he'd learned, it was that most bullies underestimated their targets and moved slow.
The man turned toward him, snarling. "You're not gonna make it outta this alive, kid. Hope 'Daddy' doesn't mind."
" 'Daddy' is dead."
"Oh, really? Then what about Momma? She worried 'bout you, boy?"
"Nope. She's dead, too."
"So, you're just some orphan who got in trouble, huh?"
"Basically."
"No one to go home to?"
"Only my sister."
The man laughed. "Cute sob-story, kid, but I'm not buyin'. You think lyin's gonna stop me from killin' you, huh?" He threw a show punch.
Danny grabbed his arm and twisted it around. The man yelled out. "Nope, I think I am." He let go, kicking the man down in front of him before settling back into his stance.
The man got back up, growling at Danny. "You've got some nerve, kid, tryin' to hurt me like that!"
"Trying to?" Danny laughed. "By your howl, I think I did hurt you!"
The man ran at him, throwing out his fist. Danny dodged around, spin-kicked him, and jumped to kick him to the floor. The man fell harshly and didn't move. Danny relaxed, walking around to check that he was breathing.
The man sat up, pulling one of Danny's feet out from under him. He landed on his back, his head hitting the hard ground. He blinked the spots out of his eyes as he stood back up.
The killer stared at him. "How the hell're you still standing??"
"Hard head," he answered, rapping his knuckles against the spot he had hit. The murderer's eyes widened when he looked at Danny's. He could've sworn they'd been blue a minute ago….
Demo smirked mentally. Danny's mind had blacked out, so Demo took over.
The next day, Danny woke up to see the man on the ground, knocked out cold. Demo was still grinning.
What'd you do? he asked in shock.
Taught him not to mess with us.
Geez, first Paulina and now this…. Remind me not to get on your bad side….
"Fenton!" the guard now standing at the door barked.
Danny jumped, turning to him. "Y—Yes?"
"You've got a visitor." The door opened, and the guard looked around seeing the man on the floor. "What happened?"
Danny shrugged. "He was like that when I woke up."
Good job. Technically, not a lie.
Shut up.
Done.
The guard gave him a look and led him to where a very familiar blue-eyed girl was waiting at a table.
"Danny!" she squealed, running over and hugging him. "Oh, my god, are you okay? I heard and rushed over here and I told Vlad and—"
"Sh, Danlie, I'm fine," he answered, watching out of the corner of his eye as the guard left. "What is it?"
"Dan, they told me you shot Jazz."
"Yeah, I did. But she's dead, so that means Jo's gone for good."
Danlie's face grew somber, a sad look in place. "Danny, they took her to the hospital."
"What? But why didn't they—?"
"Dan, you—you tried to save her, right?"
"I gave her CPR, but it wasn't—"
"It worked."
"Wha—?"
"She lived, Danny."
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A/N: Okay, so I totally couldn't kill Jazz off. However, that also means Jo's still alive.
Eh, not really many notes on this one, but I did have to go back and rewrite "the murderer's" character, due to a twist I didn't see coming in book five, which, for future warning, is gonna be a long one.
Also, officially on book seven! YAY!!
Now, I better go finish my summer work, so read and review, please!!