It had been Ten years since the great war against ghosts. After the ghost portal was created by respectable scientists Jack Fenton and his wife, Maddie Fenton, the Nations realized the power that the ghost zone held, and how much of a threat ghost kin were to the ever expanding human population.
It had been Ten years since that fateful day that Earth declared war on the ghost zone.
This, is the perfect case of mankind biting off more than it can chew. The war ended only three years ago, when the people of Earth realized that surrender was the only option. Unfortunatly, due to their foolishness, they were already in too deep.
The ghost king, Dark Pariah, the one who lead the ghosts to victory, decided that he would spare the remaining population, however all ghosts would receive full control of Earth and it's people, and that the creators of the gateway into the ghost zone would be eliminated.
As a result, few buildings were left standing, and most of the ones that were, were inhabited by ghosts. If you were a living being in these times, survival would be the greatest, most constant struggle you would ever have to endure.
Cities were crumbling, plants were dying, money was scarce, life was even scarcer.
It was truly the war to end all wars.
That was what most thought anyway.
...End Prologue...
A hooded figure walked down the deserted street, his mouth and nose hidden by a grey scarf, his hood covering his Raven-hair. The only visiable feature were his ocean blue eyes. It was mid day, the sun hidden behind the grey clouds that hinted on an up coming storm. His fingerless-gloved hands were stuffed lazily into his black jacket's pockets. His combat boots making a loud thud that echoed around the other wise silent street. He also had a dark blue shoulder bag slung lazily on his right shoulder, the bag itself ending up on his left side.
He didn't look old, couldn't be any older than fourteen. He made a left leading to another street with the rubble of a building blocking the other side, his breath coming out in puff clouds thanks to the winter breeze, despite having his scarf covering half his face.
He continued, unphased by the destruction the street had endured. He walked over to the pieces of brick scattered into one big pile. He looked around anxiosly, just to make certain he wasn't being watched.
After feeling certain that no one was watching he began to climb the debris. Stumbling over to the top, he paused for a minute, just looking around once again to make sure he wasn't being watched.
"Can never be too careful" He reminded himself. He set his eyes on a familiar building, the building that was once his home before this all happened, he was only four when he stumbled into that portal and accidentally pressed the on button. The result changed him forever, both mentally and physically. Only his sister knows about his "condition", as well as his most trusted friend.
As he lifted his foot to begin his descent down the pile of debris, he trips on a broken piece of brick sticking out. "Gahh!" He yelped before he came crashing down to the ground from the ten feet tall pile of ruins.
"Errrgghn." He groans, wincing. 'Still as graceful as ever.' He thinks bitterly to himself. He was known as a klutz to everyone he knew after all. After picking himself up and dusting off his now dirty clothes, he made his way to the Resilience HQ that has kept so many people alive and strong, run by his sister.
After the ghosts had claimed all rights to Earth and it's inhabitants, they all steered clear of Fenton Works due to all the anti-ghost equipment. Jazz, being probably the most sharpest tool in the shed out of everyone, saw the opportunity to turn it into a refugee camp, then once they got back on their feet, they left, after the first year of Mankinds surrender, we had turned it into a Resilience HQ, doors wide open to those who needed shelter, medical assistance, and those who want to join the fight against th ghosts. Only nine people (Excluding himself and Jazz) occupy the spaces today.
The building seemed to age appropreiatly to the situation, Letters were missing from the neon sign, now saying 'F-nto- wo-ks'. Almost every window was smashed and all were bordered up by wooden planks. Vines were starting to riddle the ceiling and the neon sign. Some cracks in the walls here, graffiti on the walls there, the place seemed to scream 'Gone through hell'.
Two Resilience members scout the city Day and night, and today was his shift, and his shift was about to come to a close.
He opened the door to be greeted by the sight of his best friend, Tucker Foley, also known as 'Too fine' by no one at all, playing on his PDA on the couch, he had so many stocked in the armory that used to be the basement, it's a miracle so many even survived.
Tucker looked up from his PDA after he had closed the door, he wore a red beret and glasses, the left lense of the lenses cracked. He wore a brown flees jacket and dirt green cargo pants "Hey Danny," He greeted casually. "Anything new?"
"Yea, actually, I found this." Danny stated as he took off his grey scarf and set it down on the couch opposite to Tucker, then took off his bag and set it down on the floor, searching through it's contents. Tucker immediatly sat up from the couch, clearly interested.
Danny pulled out a silver, slightly bloodied bullet. "Looks like the scavengers are at it again." He sighed. The scavengers were a group of people who saw violence as the only way to survive, they often shot down anyone they could find and stole everything they could find.
The Resilience were the scavengers main opposers.
He then put the bullet on the coffee table and set his bag on the couch on his scarf, then took took off his hood revealing his messy Raven-Hair. "Valerie back yet?" He asked once he sat down next to his stuff.
Tucker shook his head "She radioed Jazz two hours ago, she found a family of three on the outskirts, the dads pretty wounded and the mum is histerical, There's a girl too,
same age as us, she seemed pretty calm about the whole situation from what I hear." He wiggled his eye brows suggestivly. Danny couldn't help but chuckle at his friends antics.
"I thought you were 'forever loyal to Valerie'." Danny quoted. "Yea I am." Tucker smirked. Danny immediatly saw what he was hinting at, and sighed exasperatedly.
"Tucker, stop trying to play match maker, I don't want a girlfriend, and even if I did, I could find one myself." Danny explained for the umpteenth time, Tucker looked at him skeptically. "Really?" Tucker deadpanned.
"Yea... maybe." Danny muttered and avoided eye contact.
"Woah dude, that self-confidence can get you killed!" Tucker said sarcasticly.
"Yea, yea, I'm going to let Jazz know I'm back." Danny stated, slinging his bag and scarf onto his shoulder and grabbing the bloodied bullet, making his way upstairs.
He entered the OP centre, where Jazz overseered all missions. It was where Tucker was usually stationed, due to his talents in technology. "Hey Jazz." He called to the red head on the other side the the room, talking to Star. "Hey little brother, I'll be there in a minute." She said, continuing her talk with Star. There were some adults in the Resilience, only few though, due to the fact that the life expectancy for people went down half of it's original size.
Finally, Jazz walked up to her little brother. "Find anything?" She asked, looking deep into his eyes, he hated it when she did that, it was like she could read what he was thinking every time she did, and he was a very secretive type.
"Yea," He held out his hand with the bloodied bullet in it. "Looks like the work of the Scavengers." He commented
Jazz nodded, a some what sad expression playing on her features. The moment was interrupted by Tucker slamming the door open "New comers are here, Star, get a first aid kit!" He shouted, Star was one of the medics. Danny and Jazz looked at each other before dashing downstairs. Jazz made it downstairs first, Valerie was trying to calm down the mum alongside with the daughter "Mum, we're safe now." She patted her mum gently on the back. She had Dark raven-hair, much like Dannys, in a half ponytail, her eyes shined with an amethyst colour. She wore a dark purple coat with combat boots and skinny jeans.
All the commotion was suddenly halted when Danny came crashing down the stairs...
In his hurry to get downstairs he had tripped on his own feet. Now all eyes were on Danny and Jazz.. mostly Danny. Danny blushed out of embarrassment and hid his head in his arms. "Err... I'm Jazz, the founder of the Resistence and this is Danny, our lead scouter who always manages to be ever-so graceful."
"Hey!" The muffled reply barely reached there ears. Danny picked himself back up, unruffling his now messy, or should I say messier, hair. "Oh, I'm great by the way, thanks for asking." He said dryly.
The girl chuckled, attracting Danny's attention for the first time. "So this is the lead scout? How?" She said, Valerie smirked.
"He's actually very good at what he does when he has his mind set or is in danger." Valerie mused. Danny felt his cheeks turn red once again. Tucker and Star came rushing down the stairs with a first aid kit and immediatly went down to the basement, it was also the infirmary. "Danny, show these two around." Jazz ordered. "No!
I'm not going until I know Jeremy is okay!" The mother demmanded through tears. Everyone winced.
"Okay... show her around, I need to see how the others a doing." She gestured to the girl and went down to the basement. Amethyst eyes met ocean blue.
Danny gestured for her to follow and he began going upstairs, the girl not far behind. "So.. got a name?" Danny asked, the silence eating him alive. "Sam, if you ever say my full name I'll end you." She simply stated. Danny stared at her wide eyed, then chuckled a bit. "Good to know." Silence engulfed them again.
Danny was about to speak again but was beaten too it. "So, how do I join?" She asked, staring deep into his eyes, but unlike Jazz's stare, it made him feel warm, and he found himself staring right back at her. "Well, All volunteers are welcome, we could provide your family with food and shelter as well if need be, but you'd have to talk to Jazz." He explained. She just nodded.
They turned the whole of the second floor into the bunkers, boys got the right side, girls got the left. "Theres a spare bed in that room." He gestured to what used to be his parents bed room, he looked at Sam, noticing that she had a frown on her face. "Oh, and if ya get bored just find me or Tucker, we always find a way to liven up this place." He smiled warmly. "Speaking of which, we're going on the nightly patrols today, 18:30 to 22:00, Go talk to Jazz when you can, maybe she'll let you tag along." He explained. She nodded thoughtfully. They headed back downstairs into the kitchen where a man in his twenties with a brown thin stubble was cooking using a camp fire blocked off with some rocks to prevent it from spreading. "This is Joel, he cooks all the food for everyone, he usually serves the dishes around 18:00-16:00" Danny explained, Joel waved.
A girl with brown wavy hair walked in carrying some crates. "That there is Paulina." He lowered his voice and appeared glared at her behind her back. "Also known as miss princess, gets what ever she wants and is a drama queen, don't trust her for a second, she's the living defination of back stabber. She delivers the food crates." Danny warned.
She a had broken his heart for her own personal gain, for a moment his eyes flashed green, but he quickly rubbed them. "Anyway, that should be all you need to know for now." He stated. Sam turned around to say something but before she could say anything, he was gone.
He rarely used his ghost powers, he was so disgusted by the nature of them, and how he obtained it. He hadn't used his ghost form in almost five years. He had to when he was nine, to get Tucker and himself to safety. Some times he'd use them to sneak away or to weaken the enemy. In this case, it was to sneak away.
Some times he needed to be alone. Sure his sister Jazz and Tucker would be there till the end with him but it wouldn't help in this case. It was 16:00 and the sun had already dissapeared, Danny sat on the roof of Fenton works, legs hanging off the side, occasionally swinging them lazily. He closed his eyes and let the feeling of the winter breeze brushing against his face engulf him.
Some times, he needed to remind himself, that even though he had a pretty crap life, it was still more than he could ever wish for. Most times, he needed to be reminded that he could never let go of the little things of life that made it endurable, like the way Tucker pushed his glasses up his nose after he laughed himself silly, like the way Jazz was scold at him after making some smart ass comment.
He let his thoughts wonder to the new girl, Sam. She was nice, funnier than most people he knew, her eyes were so inticing, he could stare at them all day.
'Woah woah, wait a minute, did I just think about a girl I literally met thirty minutes ago's eyes? You're loosing it Fenton!' He mentally banged his head on a wall.
Though he did admit to himself that she was... maybe..a little...pretty, he didn't want to go through the whole Paulina ordeal, the worst part about it to him was that he actually fell for the charade.
The sound of thunder interupted his thoughts. Storms, storms were interesting to say the least, especially at night, he had only been out patrolling in a thunder storm once, and he almost lost his life when a lightning strike landed mere metres away and distracted him when he was making a jump onto a building, sending him falling to the ground.
Of course, he had practiced his freestyle running when storms were taking place, to prepare them if there was ever a next time. If Sam did tag along however, she would need to have at least basic skills at freestyling. At night they had to travel by rooftop to avoid attracting attention by any Scavengers or ghosts.
He sighed and ran his hand through his hair, a habit he had obtained when annoyed, stressed or thinking. He rarely did it, but today he just felt extra down. This morning, in his patrol he saw a three little kids playing at the remains of a playground, their supposed mother watching from a distance. It made him smile, genuinly smile, at the thought that no matter what was thrown at these kids, they'll always be joyful little rascles, until they have to fend for themselves that is.
He stretched his limbs and hopped of the ledge back onto the roof. He opened the door on the roof that lead into the building. He wrapped the scarf around his neck,
to make sure he wouldn't loose it as he made his way downstairs. He walked into the kitchen, as you had to walk through there to get to the basement.
"Oh yea, Danny," Joel started, Danny stopped in his tracks, turning around to face the bulky chef. "Foods gonna be ready in ten, let everyone know for me will ya?" He asked. Danny sighed, and once again ran a hand through his untamed hair.
"Okay, but you owe me!" He reluctantly agreed. Joel just chuckled.
Danny turned around and walked back up the stairs to the OP centre, to find Sam talking to Jazz, no one was manning the stations at this moment in time, due to breaks.
He went to the speakers and was about to press the button to turn it on. "Danny, what are you doing?" Jazz asked suspiciously. He turned around to see Jazz and Sam now looking at him. "Joel asked me to announce that foods almost ready, you know how he is when it comes to public speaking." He explained.
"Okay, whay do you have your scarf on?" Jazz asked, she didn't like it when he went out without her knowledge. "Don't want to loose it like last time." He said quickly before pushing the on button on the public speakers.
"Hello, people of Fenton Works, speaking on behalf of head chef, Joel Herris, The guy who seems to be favouring me when it comes to chores lately." Danny muttered the last bit. "Food should be ready in about five minutes, so I recommend queing up now or you might not get the specific potatos you want or you might miss the carrots you so desperately need, Danny Fenton signing off!" Danny took his finger off the button and grinned to himself.
Jazz glared at him, and Sam began laugh. It was right then and there that Danny decided he liked her laugh, he should get her to do that more often.
Jazz shook her head "What was that for?" She asked. "I need to make sure he doesn't pick me again, don't I?" He chuckled at the last bit and headed back downstairs.
Tucker was back on the couch with Valerie, showing her something on his PDA. Danny sat down on the opposite couch to them again, slouching into the seat slightly.
"Did ya get the message Tuck? I was sure you'd be first in line." Danny commented. Valerie laughed.
"Nah, even though Tucker loves meat more than anyone else here, Technology seems to be his life line." She commented, I chuckled. Tucker decided to change the subject.
"So, what do you think of the new girl, I heard you invited her out on the night patrol with us." Just as he finished speaking, the flash of lightning appeared through the curtains, with it came a great bang of thunder and the thudding of rain agains the ground outside.
"Yea, she seemed pretty down and she asked to join so I thought I'd let her see what she's getting herself into." I explained. Tucker snickered.
"You don't get it Danny, this is a big thing! You've never invited anyone to tag along with us on a night shift ever! Not even when I asked you to invite Valerie because I didn't want to seem suspicious!" Tucker almost shouted.
Tucker had a huge crush on Valerie since the dawn of time, and they got together a year ago. He kept on begging Danny to invite her on the night patrol because he didn't want to be shot down.
"He does have a point." Valerie pitched in. Danny's eye twitched. "What is it with you two? What drugs are you on and where can I get some?" Danny asked incredulously.
All three laughed.
Suddenly Tuckers stomach rumbled and the moment was interrupted. "Alright well, I've kept my stomach waiting long enough." He got up and began walking to the line,
Valerie soon following him. Danny stood up, jogging after them. "Hey wait up!" He called.
He joined the line behind them, it began in the kitchen and ended halfway up the stairs. Tucker and Valerie were both in a reather flirty conversation so he tried to dull all noise out of his brain to avoid being scarred for life. Near the front of the line he saw a new guy, he looked to be in his thirties and seemed to have bandages all over, next to him was Sams mum. He must of been Sam's dad, from the looks of the bandages, he must of been mauled by an animal of some sorts.
"Hey." Someone spoke from behind him. He turned around to see Sam, his eyes immediatly brightened. "Oh hey," He greeted.
"So how does this work?" Sam asked, gesturing to the line, he knew what she meant. "Joel makes enough for every single person, you just need to pick it up sometimes if we have extra food than usual, he'll set up a buffet, honestly, you haven't live until you've tried Joel's dishes." Danny explained.
"Anythings better then street food." she commented, but no signs of disgust showed on her facial features. Danny nodded in agreement. "So, uh, I didn't get your last name." Danny asked after a moment of silence.
"Manson, Sam Manson." She stuck out her hand for him to shake, he grinned a crooked smile and shook it. "Fenton, Danny Fenton, as you may already know." He replied.
"Ohh, so she's the one tagging along tonight?" Tucker asked from behind. Danny turned around to Tucker.
"The name's Tucker Foley, also known as Too Fine." He stated. "By no one." Valerie finished.
"Hey! Can't you let a guy dream?" Tucker asked irratatedly to Valerie. Then they started rambling at each other.
"Are they always like this?" Sam asked from behind Danny. "Only half the time, the other half they're so flirty with each other it makes you wanna puke, it's like a love hate relationship sort of thing." Danny explained exasperatedly.
It was finally there turn to get food, they all got their dishes and sat down on the couches as they always do, this time Sam sitting next to Danny.
"Okay, Sam, what was the most scary experience of your life?" Tucker asked, they had all been sharing experiences to get to know each other. She sat there for a minute deep in thought. "When I was ten, my parents had to leave me alone in a shed to try and avoid a ghost that had been chasing us for the last 2 hours, the door had a small hole, just big enough to see out of. It was midnight, the only light being the dim cold light of the moon. I could barely make out a figure trudging past the shed with pale blue skin and a dark cloak, with piercing red eyes that shone right through the darkness. Suddenly, it stopped, right infront of the door, I felt my heart blowing up against my chest, my breathing starting to quicken, it stood there forever and I was sure that I had been spotted, then, it began to trudge away. I stayed there for another hour, still scared out of my mind at what just happend." Sam narrated
"Woah.." Tucker awed, Danny whistled.
"Okay, Tucker, what was the worst moment of your life?" Valerie asked, immediatly, the happy atmosphere died down.
"Well, errr, when I was nine, I was seperated by family while being chased by Scavengers." Immediatly, Danny knew where this was going, and he frowned. "And I have never ran so fast in my life" He laughed bitterly. "I could hear the sound of gunshots behind me and bullets wizzing past when suddenly, I felt immense pain in my leg, a bullet had skimmed me. I screamed in agony and immediatly fell to the ground, my glasses falling onto the ground, breaking my left lense." He pointed to the crack in his lense. "I was shaking, clearly scared shitless, but when the guy lifted the gun to my head, the strangest thing happend. A ghost with snow white hair and glowing green eyes knocked the guy to the ground, he then picked me up and helped me back here." Tucker explained.
Sam looked at Tucker incredulously. "Really? A ghost saved you?"
Suddenly a beeping went off. Tucker fished into his Pockets and pulled out his PDA and turned off the beeping.
"Hey, It's time for the Patrol guys." He stated.
Lightning flashed and thunder echoed in the background.
...End chapter...
Oh.. My.. God..
I've wanted to do this story for ever! I know I've got all the other stories planned and everything, I will get to them eventually but this, this is going to be my main focus.
I love AUs!