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Hello everyone! My fanfic author name is RyJones. I am best known for my Jak and Daxter fanfic series Me, The Legendary Hero. This is my favorite video game series and I have been blown away by the response the fandom of my fanfic has brought me!

Jak and Daxter are not my only favorite heroes, though. Danny Phantom was my all-time favorite cartoon and I looked up to his character as a role model during my pre-teen to teen years. Now a college graduate, I still look back on Danny Phantom fondly and chose to branch out and write some fanfics for him as well. I had started one when I was young, but removed it when I reread it and realized how mediocre it was. I have really developed my writing over the years, thanks to my Jak and Daxter series, and now I can provide the Danny "Phans" with a worthy story of my own.

So, here's to new beginnings, new chapters in life, and here's to all the Danny Phantom fans out there. I present to you: From Fenton to Phantom.


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I could've been flying. I know I should've been flying away from them...or maybe I could've turned intangible or invisible. Anything to just get the hell away.

But I couldn't. The pain was unbearable. I wasn't thinking straight. I was getting so tired...my blood, human blood, was draining from my chest and my ears, all over my black and white HAZMAT jumpsuit. I gripped my chest, warm liquid spilling through my fingertips; I was gasping and panting with every heavy step. The road ahead of me was blurry and I was getting tunnel vision...and the sheer pain I had originally felt when the plasma bullets hit me was beginning to subside.

That's not a good sign, Danny. My conscience screamed. Keep running!

"STOP, GHOST!" I heard my father yelling after me, "You have nowhere left to run!"

I felt horrible about all of this...the only reason my parents, Jack and Maddie, were chasing after me is because I- Danny Phantom, the one that always got away from them- didn't yet die at their hand from the first two plasma shots. If I had just stayed out of their way while they fought off those easily containable ghosts...or if they had just stayed out of mine...

"You're done, phantom!" My mother screamed after me. Their steps were getting closer, my parents were gaining on me. I gritted my teeth and kept going, despite the fact that I was quickly losing energy. I just needed some help; a few stitches and some bandages maybe from the basement should keep me alive, at least until I could get in touch with Sam and Tucker.

I could see my house down the street, so close, and I almost felt relief. My heartbeat was drumming loud in my ears and head, and I so desperately needed to just get through that front door.

"He's headed for Fenton Works, Jack!" Mom yelled, "Shoot now!"

My white boots pounded up the front steps and I reached for the handle. My father typically had poor aim, and at first I wasn't worried...until I felt painful electric zaps vibrate through my spine. I accidentally phased through the front door and toppled onto my stomach. I yelped in pain and dragged myself across the floor in the direction of the basement door. Everything seemed dimmer and it was getting difficult to see and hear...and ironically, the song "The Sound of Silence" by Disturbed was playing repeatedly in my head.

I phased through the basement door and slid myself down the stairs. Hello, darkness, my old friend...I reached the bottom of the stairs and rolled onto my back, groaning from the excruciating sting that burned my entire body, my glowing green eyes rolling into the back of my skull. Come on Danny, get up, GET UP!

I heard thudding around upstairs. I turned back onto my front side. My parents...I coughed, spitting clotted, black blood onto the linoleum floor. I let my cheek rest on the cool ground and stared at the ghost portal, which was swirling with green and violet, it's power a dull hum buzzing in my ears. It was the only thing I could hear over my slow, thudding heartbeat. Silence like a cancer grows...the song played in my head. I reached up to one of the lab tables weakly, then allowed my arm to flop back down to my side, two glowing white rings forming around me. Fuck...I transformed back into my human form. I was suddenly very aware that I wouldn't be able to fix myself up and fly away before they came down and found me.

"I can't let them see me like this..." I whined quietly, trying to motivate myself to change back or crawl into the ghost portal. My body flashed between human and phantom repeatedly, but I couldn't keep my ghost side stable. I didn't care about fixing my wounds anymore...I didn't care about running away before my parents would find out the truth about me...

I just didn't want them to know they had killed their own son.

The basement door slammed open. "Quick, Maddie! The ghost must be in our basement!" My dad's voice echoed down the stairs.

I stared at the ghost portal through my jet black hair, which was matted to my forehead with sweat. "No..." I moaned, louder than I'd intended to. I pulled at the floor, trying to hurry towards the open ghost portal. The world around me was darkening. It had not yet hit me that this was my last act of life, the last chance I'd get to make sure my parents would never know the mistakes that were made, my mistakes and theirs. And it had not yet hit me that I was really going to die. If I could just make it through the portal, I could disappear into the Ghost Zone and they'd never have to know...

"OH MY GOD, JACK!"

My mother's panicked voice startled me, and I changed into ghost form and back again. It was too late...they'd seen me. But I kept going towards the portal, scrambling as the last bit of my vision faded from my eyes...I was still too far away. And they'd seen me...I just didn't want to look at them and see the torment in their eyes.

"Danny!" My father ran to my side, his bright orange jumpsuit the only thing I could really see now. "How..?!" He rolled me onto my back, his hand supporting the back of my head. My mother, sobbing beside him, yelled "What have we done, Jack?!"

I coughed again, blood spattering my lips. I closed my eyes, allowing the darkness to take me. But before it did, I made sure my last, hoarse words would count.

"I'm...so...sorry."

And then, I was swallowed by the alleviating black.

To my surprise and not more than a second after I had died, I was standing at the bottom of the basement stairs. I looked down at my white boots and jumpsuit, no longer stained with my blood. I touched my chest, where bullet holes had previously entered me, and the suit was still intact. I looked at my white gloved hands, clean and pristine, not worn and torn from all the battles in my life. I felt no pain, I felt light as air. I then looked down at the floor, which was covered in a smeared trail of my blood, leading to a scene of despair unveiling itself before me.

My mother and my father, weeping over my lifeless, twenty-one year old body...my breath hitched in my throat, and my hand instinctively went to my chest. The tears in my beautiful mother's eyes, and the anguish in my father's face as he clutched my body to him caused hopelessness to wash over me. If I had only been able to get into the portal, I would've died in the Ghost Zone, out of their sight. They would've never known I had died at their hand. They would never have needed to feel any of this...

I was overcome with grief, even though I was the one leaving my loved ones behind. But I had to come to terms with the fact that that my parents would've eventually felt the heartbreak of my absence. Whether they'd thought I'd ran away or started a new life away from Amity Park...they would've felt something. I just wished that it didn't have to be this way...

My hand curled into a fist at my chest and as I inhaled deeply, I felt individual tears slide down my cheeks. I tore my eyes away from the sorrowful sight of my parents' suffering. To my right, I looked at my reflection in the shiny exterior of the Fenton ecto-skeleton suit, and to my surprise, my eyes were still ice blue, like my father's, vibrant as ever. Just as they had been when I was a living, breathing human. I ran a hand through my white hair and turned toward the stairs.

Danny...

I stopped on the first step. Someone had whispered my name...I could swear it. I waited a moment.

Danny...it's time...

I turned back to the basement, staring at the ghost portal at the far end of the room behind my grieving parents. Suddenly, a warm, comforting tingle flooded through my body all the way to my fingertips and toes. A blinding white light was hindering my sight and the warmth was overpowering all my senses. Though I was confused and wary, I didn't feel afraid.

I relaxed, closed my eyes, and I allowed my spirit to fade away.

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For song reference and a feel for what was going through Danny's mind, here is the link of "The Sound of Silence" remake by Disturbed.

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-RyJones