#19: the truth

A/N: another oneshot! Yay! I get excited every time I post one, but I'm so sad I only got one review :( thanks hunter by the way!

The knife.

Such a simple tool, yet able to cause so much death and destruction with a single swipe of its metal blade. Since the beginning of time, man has used this tool for many things: hunting, preparing the meat, cutting vegetables, made sharper and longer so as to be used as weapons against one another. It was even used in a major surgery to save peoples lives.

But none of these past uses mattered at the moment. Today, the knife wouldn't be used for such noble causes as food and war and health. At least those had purpose, a reason, for the senseless bloodshed and violence. Not this needless swipe after swipe of the sharp blade running through flesh and veins.

Danny screamed as the knife, better known as the scalpel, deepened an already present wound. More ectoplasm pooled and finally leaked over the edge of the incision again, before suddenly stopping, having already clotted.

"Fascinating," the woman holding the knife whispered her eyes wide with curiosity beneath red goggles. "His wounds clot almost instantly, even though it was already open. And this first incision is already healed, Jack. Look, not even a scar."

The large man, clad in neon orange, stepped into the light, away from the monitors recording their data. "You're right, Mads. This is a breakthrough! If we can figure out a way to permanently keep him trapped, we can use the ecto converter I've been working on and have an endless supply of energy!"

"no, no, no, no, no…" Danny whispered, shaking his head back and forth, weakly. It had happened. It had finally happened. Danny was captured, bound, and being experimented on. His body was littered with sticky monitors and an IV ran into the inside of his left elbow, pumping in ounce upon ounce of sedatives.

His mind felt like mush, only with one single thought running through his head: get away, get out, GET FREE! But no matter how much he tried, the ectoranium restraints at his wrists and ankles were keeping him bound to the operating table.

He pulled and struggled, but he knew it was hopeless. His parents, his own parents had captured and tortured him. And they were content to continue too. All the way till Danny couldn't take any more and would just fade away. Or at least that was what his 'parents' had said. Danny didn't even know if that would happen, for all he knew, he would probably revert back to his human half in his final moments and then die. Honestly, he didn't know, but that thought gave him a bit of self satisfaction in his hazy mind. It would serve Maddie and Jack Fenton right to find out that they had killed their own son.

But for now, he was here and alive (half alive if you wanted to be specific). He was hurting, and he was losing his battle with consciousness. He fought and fought, but the pain was too much, he had endured this endless torture for hours, he had had enough.

Finally, he just gave in to the blackness that had been hovering at the edges of his vision for the past half hour and a bright white light encircled him.

"I thought he was sedated!" Maddie exclaimed in surprise

"He was, I mean, he is," Jack was so flustered that he stuttered.

"Then what is this sudden display in power?" this conversation lasted only the moment it took for the white ring to split and encompass Danny's entire body, transforming the black and white jumpsuit to jeans and a bloody shirt; his previous wounds carrying into his human form.

Danny lay there on the verge of unconsciousness, and stared up at his parents. "This is the truth, are you happy now?"

With those final words, he shocked his parents into silence and passed out. Leaving himself to the mercy of the worlds most renowned ghost hunters.