His eyes are a pure neon green, the cut of his features more skeletal, the bounds of his white hair jagged, untethered, twisting outside the pull of gravity. His whole posture is bent into an inhuman, predatory hunch, his hands curled on white talons, his shoulders heaving with breath. He bares his teeth on sharp fangs that are silhouetted by the glow at the back of his throat—a glow that permeates his entire body. Neon veins that bleed through the black and white jumpsuit, that fracture across his face like he’s made out of porcelain, light, energy, pouring out of him. Bolts of emerald crack off him like lightning, jumping between the mists like neon clouds, though he hardly seems to notice.
“You wanted me here? Here I am,” Danny growls, physically vibrating when his vacant eyes find the ghost blocking Jazz’s way.
“I can see that,” the ghost says with the low rumble of a chuckle, unperturbed as his lips curl into a sharp grin. “And you're barely holding on. Losing control, are we?”
The words send a lance of pain through Jazz’s chest. The ghost's words are so gloating, so awful, but she has the sinking feeling that they're true. Because the boy suspended in the icy depths of this twisted dimension, the one literally breaking apart in front of them—he doesn’t feel like her brother.
Barely holding on. Losing control...
“Maybe,” Danny says, his lips hooking at the corner, tongue running over teeth too sharp. Ducking his head, he calls glowing energy into his taloned hand, an intense, vibrant green cupped in his palm. “But this isn't ending the way you wanted it to. You were wrong, Dan.”
“Oh?” the ghost says, amusement still dancing in his voice.
“I’m not turning into you.” Her brother smiles, and it's haunting, all wrong on his face. With a cold, hard certainty, he says, “I’m becoming something much worse.”
Overshadowed ch 38 by WhereOnceIWasFire
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