He remembered when he had first arrived. A blind fold was tied over his eyes and two rough hands were wrapped around his upper arms. He struggled in their vice-like grip, but it didn't take him long to realize that he wasn't getting out anytime soon. As they neared their destination, a humming could be heard echoing through what he assumed was the corridor he was being dragged down. Closer and closer and the humming kept getting louder until even the sound of footsteps was lost.

Without warning, they came to a halt. He could feel someone moving beside him before the humming came to a sudden stop. One of the hands let go only to be replaced by a different hand as he was pushed forward. The blindfold was ripped from his face and he was harshly thrown to the ground. It took him a few seconds to get his bearings back and when he did, he only had a moments time to look back and capture a glance of the white clad agents that had brought him there.

They gave him evil smirks, then the one holding the door took his hand away. The humming came back like a tsunami attacking his ears and, with it, the light left. He could feel the humming coursing through him in rapid vibrations that made his head dizzy. It would be days before he would get used to that feeling and that overpowering sound.

He had tried standing up once, but the vibrations flowing through the floor and the dizziness in his head forced him to sit back down. After a few more tries, he was finally able to stand, though he felt he was on a rocking boat in the middle of a raging sea. One shaky step at a time, he made his way to the wall. He placed his hand on it to steady himself and could still feel the vibrations shaking it.

Taking a chance, he forced intangibility into his hand and pushed on the hard surface. The wall refused to give into him proving it was ghost proof. He couldn't say he was surprised considering he was in a ghost hunting facility, but it was worth a try. Instead of wasting his energy, he decided it was a good idea to find a corner that he could sit down in, so he started working his way across the wall, one hand on it at all times.

One foot after the other, he just kept going; the wall seemed to go on forever. At one point, he went to place his next hand in front of him on the wall only to find it moving beneath his fingers. His hand shot back to his chest instantly. It was bad enough being in total and complete darkness, he didn't want to accidentally lose his hand, too.

Deciding to give it another shot, he inched his hand back to the wall, but this time he hovered just above it. A soft breeze graced his fingertips and palm in an almost calm way. He stepped so that he was facing the speeding material and moved his hand to the left, still hovering, to see how far the gap was. It was only a foot or so later that the breeze vanished. At the same time he saw a flash of blinding light.

His eyes squeezed shut and his grip on the wall was almost lost in his surprise. Opening his eyes again, he was met with the same darkness that was there before, no light to be seen in the whole room. Passing it off for the time being, he continued on his way past the moving section and back to solid wall to find out where the next wall began.

After a few minutes, he still had not found any corners or other imperfections except for that one gap. He was starting to think that maybe he was in some endless hallway that was made just to keep him walking forever and ever. Forgetting that thought, he went to place his hand down again only to find it move like what happened just minutes before. The breeze was still there and the size seemed to be about the same as the other one.

Figuring he could investigate it later, he moved on. A few minutes later, he came upon another moving wall and minutes after that, he found another one. As he approached what he assumed was the halfway point, the flash of light came again. This time, he wasn't looking directly at the wall, so the flash left an imprint on his mind of the area in front of him.

What he noticed was that the wall didn't seem to go in a straight line, but more like one curving to the left. With that, he thought back to the steps he had been taking. He had had to adjust each one because his feet kept hitting the wall and he always had to angle them the same way; to the left. He hadn't been walking in a straight line for the past however many minutes, he had been going in circles. That means that he wasn't coming to a bunch of moving wall sections, either.

He sighed in defeat, not that it could be heard over the constant humming. His hands released their grasp on the wall and he made his way back to the center of the room. He wasn't going to spend any more time walking in circles today. Instead, he laid down on the cold concrete floor to rest. He had had a long and tiring day.

Not only did he have to fight Skulker and Ember, but he had to run from the Guys in White. Unfortunately, that had epically failed, because he they had captured him anyways and in his human form, too. His body was also sore from the many darts that implanted themselves in his skin while fighting the "Ghost Zone's Greatest Hunter," and he was getting a serious headache from not only getting hit by Ember's guitar, but the insistent humming, too.

He could take a break for a little while. The GIW wouldn't try anything right away, at least he hoped they wouldn't. With that optimistic thought, he let his eyelids droop down and a different kind of darkness overtake him.


He was rudely awakened when a blinding light invaded his mind. He squinted his eyes open and saw a dark figure coming from the source of the light. He sat up quickly, ready to fight if he had to. He noticed the figure had two things in his hands. In one was some sort of tray and the other had an ectogun aimed at his chest.

"Eat up now Phantom; it'll be awhile before you get anymore food," said the agent.

Danny could only stare at him while the tray was dropped in front of him. The agent retreated, the gun still aimed at his chest, and then the light was gone and the humming that he hadn't noticed was gone, came back.

He sat there for a minute with nothing going through his half-asleep brain. His stomach rumbled and he glanced down at it, then to where he thought the food was. He really wanted to eat, but he also really, really didn't trust the GIW. Yet, the smell of the food was actually appetizing and his hand started making its way to it without his consent. The last time he had eaten was when Skulker had thrown a little boy's lunch box at him and the sandwich in it landed halfway in his mouth. That was early yesterday morning.

He needed his strength if he was going to get out of there and especially if the agents tried anything on him. If he was going to eat it, though, he was first going to make sure there wasn't poison in it. He bent his head down so his nose was just above the food, and took it a long, deep breath. After so many months of dealing with Skulker, he had learned how to analyze food and such for signs of ghost and human poison.

Holding the breath for a few seconds and poking at the meal, he let out a relieved sigh. There was nothing particular that he could sense in the meal; no poison that he had ever experienced was hidden in there. Still a little apprehensive, he took a chunk of food with his hand and placed it in his mouth. It smelled pretty good, the texture wasn't complete mush like the food in the school cafeteria, and the taste was decent. If he was forced to eat this for a while, at least it wouldn't be too much torture.

The plate and tray were soon clean of the food and the pitiful glass of water that had come with it. While he was eating, he saw another flash of light that blinded him like the other ones. This time, he got a different picture left behind of what looked like an open doorway. He was starting to wonder if the flashes would be a normal thing like the humming and vibrations.

Now, all he could do was wait. His finger traced over the edge of the tray and the pattern on it. Zig-zag, zig-zag, zig-zag. A sigh escaped his lips and he plopped his hand down on the piece of plastic. He was getting bored of just sitting there and doing nothing. He had already felt the place up and down the day before, and he hadn't found any way to escape besides, possibly, the moving section of wall. But how could he possibly get out through there?

His mind soon wondered to his family and friends. Were they looking for him? Did they even know he was gone yet? Not long ago, his parents had figured out his secret and, after a month or so, were finally able to wrap their minds around the idea of their son being half dead. His mom had spent countless nights crying in her room because she could only think to blame his "death" on herself. Jazz had to finally sit down and talk with her to get her to let it go. His dad officially made Danny his sidekick, even though everybody knew that, if anything, Jack was the sidekick.

He was sure that they would start freaking out about him missing soon. It would start with calls to Sam and Tucker asking if they had seen him, and that would turn up negative. Then Jazz might get a call and she would freak out even more than everyone else, because she's an overprotective sister. Next thing you know, everybody is turning the town and Ghost Zone upside down just to find him.

They would want to save the GIW facility for last, though, and he knew it. There was no way that they would even consider him being brought there and tortured and experimented on, because that would break their hearts. They'd rather Vlad have kidnapped him just because Vlad wouldn't actually cause him any more pain than a broken leg or arm, and that was just to show superiority. The GIW would do much worse things to him, but he really didn't want to think about that at the moment.

Right now, he needed to think of some sort of plan. It was painfully obvious that he was going to be there for a while if he waited on everyone else to rescue him. He racked his brain to find something that might be of some kind of help to him. Then, he remembered that when the agent brought him his food, he had the door wide open. All he'd have to do was get pass him and avoid the gun to get out. Of course, once he got out, there was a whole new set of problems to deal with, but he could improvise for those. He did it all the time in a normal battle, why would this be any different.

Oh yeah, he normally fought ghosts, not humans. He couldn't just go shooting one of the agents and expect to not feel extremely guilty after-wards, even if they were all jerks. He could still get in a few good punches and kicks, though.

He sighed. He was back to waiting again. The next time he could try to escape was probably hours from now. What was he supposed to do in a humming room surrounded by complete darkness? Well, almost complete darkness; the flashes of light still came every once in a while. At least those could keep him company.


After what felt like forever of staring into deep nothingness, the monstrous humming came to a stop. His eyes snapped to the door and didn't take long to adjust to it while an agent came walking in, only there was another one that came in behind him. They roughly grabbed his arms and hauled him up so they could drag him out. He instantly struggled to get out of their grasp so he could run, but their grips were firm as steel.

Once fully in the light, the humming came back and the third agent there saw him struggling. With a black gloved fist, he brought it to Danny's gut in an attempt to shut him up. It worked like a charm, and he was left gasping for air as they brought him to some unmarked room in an unmarked hallway. Before he knew it, he was strapped down to an examination table with white clad agents all around him.

His mind was racing now as his eyes darted from one place to another around the bleach white room. He knew this was going to happen soon, but he didn't want to believe it was actually happening this soon. He was supposed to have had time to try an escape at least once before anything this serious happened. Heck, his family should have gotten him out before this happened!

An agent came over with a pair of menacing scissors in his hand. He lowered them onto Danny's shirt to cut it off so they could see his bare chest. As the scissors moved up the the fabric to his chin, Danny could feel the cold metal sending goosebumps across his chest and even on his arms. The shirt came completely apart at the collar when the scissors gave an audible snap.

His breathing was starting to get panicky as he watched one of the agents roll a table of tools over to him. This is not happening, this is not happening, this is NOT happening! That's all he could get to go through his brain. The agent in front of him slowly pulled a latex glove on his bare hand and then hovered it over the many tools at his side. He'd go to reach for one, then pull his hand away as if in thought, just to go for another tool and pull back again.

This was torture to Danny and the agent knew it. He was dragging it out on purpose, just to make Danny more nervous. Smirking behind the mask on his face, he gave an evil glinted look at the halfa on the table before him and grabbed the scalpel. The last thing Danny remembered besides the screaming and intense pain that came after, was the point of the metal creeping towards his chest.


Updated: January 20, 2013