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Kindred Spirits Complete	By : RedelliaValentinos Category: +1 through F > Danny Phantom Views: 507 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom, I don't own any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from writing this story, I write this purely for the enjoyment of writing. It's just me and a keyboard and my wild brain.

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Danny blinks his eyes open. Everything is white. No sun, no sky, no roads or buildings. There's no grass, no flowers. No bees, no birds, there's nothing. Just white. Looking down at himself reveals much of the same. He's wearing a plain white t-shirt and loose pants. He's barefoot, too, which does make him raise a brow in confusion.
"Am I dead or dreaming?" He asks aloud. His voice echoes softly into the void. He pinches his arm. He thinks he feels it. There's a faint fuzzy sensation. Not pain, but something that's just barely there. Something is wrong, and he knows it. ''Not dead, but...'' He knows he felt the pinch. His arm says he did, the skin is slightly redenned from it, but his brain can't agree.
''Where am I?''
Faintly, footsteps begin to sound behind him. There's a barely-there echo with each step. Danny turns slowly.
What he sees stuns him to silence. Just as white as wherever he is, a woman, a harpy if he guesses right, completely coated with shimmering snow white feathers. Her face, very nearly human, is pure white, even her lashes. Her eyes, equally so, though they almost glow. There's no pupils in them, just pure glowing white. A layer of feathers coates her head and drapes down her back like hair. She stands much taller than him, he figures around nine feet high. Her legs are long. Her feet, those of a bird, with two talons pointed forward and a single claw back on each, pure white. One lone tail feather drags behind her, nearly matching her height in length, and he thinks it splays out enough to cover an entire sidewalk. Her arms, as wings, in a display of beauty that nearly reminds him of a swan. As she steps even closer and cranes her head down to examine him, he takes a step back and stumbles to the ground.
"You are smaller than we usually expect," she says softly.
"Um...I'm sorry?" Really, what is he supposed to do with that?
"There is nothing to apologize for. But we do not often see your kind so young."
"We?"
She straightens up, extends her wings out, and gives a graceful bow. "I am the spinner of your thread of life. My older sister draws your thread, and my eldest sister cuts your thread when your time is done. Welcome to the void." She smiles, "May I have your coin?"
Danny blinks. "Coin?" What coin? He didn't have any money on him. And she was just talking about thread.
One wing reaches forward and the feathers recede to reveal a human hand that gently taps his chest. As she pulls away, an object manifests in front of him.
"What is that?"
"Your soul," she replies gently, smiling at him as she takes it in hand.
Danny sits, confused at its shape. "My soul is a coin?"
"Yes."
"So, what about my 'thread?'"
The harpy uses her other wing to gently nudge him to his feet. "All existence is determined by choice and by chance. Who you choose to be, your personality, the paths you take in life, all that makes you who you are is decided by choice. Therefore, when, and thus, where you will go, is decided by chance. And what better way is there to rule in your fate, than to merely toss a coin? Mortals such as you toss coins everyday to make simple decisions, and sometimes hard ones. I do believe even some entertainment starts with a coin toss. To decide who should move first, yes?"
"Huh." It made sense, in retrospect. But in his gut he felt that there has to be a catch. Life and death can't be as simple as tossing a coin.
"All beings are spun a thread of life, but when it is cut is determined by chance. We do not cut thread when we think it is long enough. We cut it when chance intervenes."
"So, you make the thread, someone else just starts pulling, you flip a coin, and if it's tails, the other one just cuts it? And that's it? Lights out?"
"Essentially, yes!" She sounds thrilled that he understands. "Shall we give it a go?"
He looks at the coin in her hand, a shining silver dollar with heads facing up. Is that really all there is to it? A flip? A toss? A simple, unbiased fifty/fifty? Heads, you live? Tails, you die? Danny swallows the uncomfortable lump that forms in his throat. Talk about a gamble. He's never flipping another coin ever again. But, no sense in arguing with the nine foot bird woman that is literally holding his soul in her hand.
"Sure, may as well."
Her feathers bristle, pleased with his response. She takes a few steps back, putting a small amount of space between them. Despite her peaceful demeanor, Danny is overwhelmed with anxiety. He draws in a sharp breath as the harpy flips the coin, his soul, his chance of life, into the air. His eyes follow it. Time seems to crawl. It spins, changing sides more times than he can count. It glints in the light as it falls to the ground, like a spinning top, twirling effortlessly and slowing, until...
The harpy frowns. Danny's eyes widen. The smallest margin of chance. The probability of it all. There, the piece stands. Not on heads, not on tails, but on its edge.
"What does that mean?" he asks quietly.
The Spinner looks away, almost in shame, and begins to walk away.
"Hey!" Danny reaches out for her, grabbing her wrist. He wanted her arm, but she's twice his height. The silky touch of her feathered skin makes no difference to his confusion. She looks down at him, as he throws his other arm back and points at the silver.
"What does it mean?!"
She tugs her wrist free with little effort. He's not angry, she knows this. He's terrified.
"It means there is nothing more I can do. I'm sorry. The decision is final."
Danny looks back at it, then back up at her. "That's not a decision!"
She places her hand on his shoulder. "It is. Whatever it may mean, it is a decision. And it is out of our control."
"Flip it again!"
"I can't."
"Why not?!"
"Sister Inexorable cannot cut a thread that Sister Alloter cannot hold."
Danny tugs at his hair in frustration. "It's a fucking coin! Not a thread! Just flip it again!"
"It is chance. The chance has been taken, the ruling has been made. Your thread, and you, are beyond our grasp."
Suddenly, there's pain. A buzzing sensation tears through him, focused in his chest, and he drops to the ground with his hands pressed over his heart. He feels heat, unbearable and beyond any fever he's ever endured. His chest burns, but he feels it through his whole body. Feels it in his bones. Like he's vibrating. He doesn't really notice when he opens his throat to scream.
"I'm sorry, but there is no place for you here."
He hears her words through it all, his body locks into position and he sees her turn around for the last time. Clawing at his chest through the pain, he watches her walk away until she's faded from sight. And distantly, as black spots flood his vision and the pain sears him from the inside out, he's sure of it, would swear on it. He sees just a portion of her tail pass through another coin that stands on its edge. He swears it's intentional. It does not move. It holds fast in its place, undisturbed by her presence and the weight of her steps. And he knows, because his own coin stands behind him, that it isn't his.
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