Creative Writing: The Ghost Zone

There was something different with the Ghost Zone. He didn't know if it was just him, or if was affecting the entire dimension, but whatever it was, Danny didn't like it. Every just felt... vacant, well, more so than usual. Even though his ghost form appeared crippled and mimicked his human appearance rather than his normal ghostly persona, he was still able to retain all his powers perfectly. So with no, preamble, Danny soared through the Ghost Zone, trying to remember the way to Clockwork's tower (his part of the Ghost Zone sometimes shifted, making it difficult to recall where he was) to hopefully find some answers. But still, after about twenty minutes of aimlessly flying around, he was at a loss. If Clockwork didn't want to be found, then damn him. He'd go to the Far Frozen instead; they …show more content…
and-” he gave a sigh of exasperation, “of course you wouldn't know, halfa. Most of us here, we just know 'cause we have all the jets from instinct or something. But... I guess I'll clue you in, then you can skedaddle.” “Wait,” Danny said, “so you know what's wrong with me? Is it why you said everyone else is in their lairs?” “Precisely,” Poindexter confirmed. “What's happening to you, and to all of us, is an effect of the eclipse. Whenever the sun and moon are hidden from the sky, the nature of our deaths our shown. I – I suppose you were... electrocuted,” he gestured to the state of Danny's burned flesh, which had grown more charred and blackened over time. “And for me, it's-” he lowered his hand from his neck, revealing an angry red slice, contrasting with his monochrome image. The cut itself was no doubt slow and deliberate, and definitely... fatal. “-my throat.” “So,” Danny said, trying to avoid gawking at Poindexter's neck (trying not to remember exactly how Poindexter had reached his demise), “during every eclipse... we just, look like we did when we died?” he said the last word uncomfortably. “But then, we go back to normal, afterwards,