Spy Guy: I'm not going to lie. This is weird. Pretty gruesome in parts. This was my attempt at something different, a story that would keep readers guessing. I'm not sure if I succeeded, but I would be nice if y'all could send a review my way and let me know. I would really appreciate it.
(P.S: The characters are a few years older than they were in the show. alright? Danny would be a freshman in college right now. Savvy? Alright. Let's begin)
I don't own Danny Phantom...or a mac book. Both would be really appreciated.
In the dormant shrouds of night, he lay waiting, green eyes simmering in the inky blackness. Below him, an old man shoved a key into his jacket pocket, walking briskly down the street. For a few moments, Phantom watched him...before leaping from his perch atop a lamppost, and taking to the air.
He had work to do.
The man was in no hurry, carrying his briefcase confidently beneath his arm, along with a stack of papers. Phantom floated behind him, his lips curling into a sadistic grin.
His target shivered, pausing a moment to button up his jacket. Phantom could see the confusion written plainly on the old man's face. It was the middle of July, and had, only seconds before, been very warm and muggy. The man had even entertained thought of taking his jacket off. But now, he was freezing, goosebumps popping up all along his arms.
Phantom laughed...which only served to confuse the target even more. He was looking around, franticly searching for another soul on the street as his mind struggled to explain the sudden misplaced sound in the night.
Phantom enjoyed nothing more than toying with his victims...it was so much fun...
But...
His smile faded as he remembered the true reason for why he had come. It wasn't to play with his prey until it ran screaming through the night. It was to make the man regret ever crossing his family. Phantom felt a stab of anger course through him as he abruptly reached forward, and seized the man by his collar. With a sharp tug, he pulled the victim onto the concrete, a cruel surge of glee racing through his veins as he heard the crack of the man's skull against the sidewalk.
The man stared wide-eyed at the sky, his heart pumping rapidly in his chest with every desperate breath. Phantom allowed himself another laugh, kicking the human while he was down, reveling the pathetic groans of a creature in pain.
For a brief moment, he wondered when his feelings towards humanity had changed. Hadn't he once fought against the monstrous instincts inside of him? When had he gotten too weak to fight? But...then again, a part of him knew exactly why things had changed, but his mind always shied away from the truth. Thinking about it was painful...
It was easier just to inflict the pain on others.
Phantom summoned a flaming ball of ectoplasm in the palm of his hand, slowly drawing it closer to the man's face. The dazed human whimpered and blubbered, too shocked to move, and too scared to scream for help. Phantom felt disgusted by how pitiful humanity really was. Had he ever been that way?
His fingers wrapped around the man's face, pushing the ball of spectral energy into his flesh, millimeter by millimeter. Now, the human found the guts to scream, but it was too late. His skin was burning away, popping like a pig skewered on a spit. Phantom continued his gristly deed, soon feeling hard bone beneath his white glove. Only then did he pull away.
The man wasn't yet dead, but his face was burned away beyond recognition. His breathing was raspy as he gasped for air like a mutilated fish, twitching pathetically on the pavement. Phantom stared for a moment, watching the human's useless struggles as he floundered helplessly, clutching at his face. Filled with disgust, the halfa quickly finished the job by plunging a long knife into his victim's heart, effectively ending the losing battle for life. In minutes, the man was dead, his body going limp as the life seeped out of him.
Phantom stepped back, admiring his work for a moment, before reaching down to take the man's briefcase and scattered papers. The halfa pulled his spoils into his arms, before taking off into the night, leaving the body behind on the sidewalk, to be discovered in the morning.
He perched on the windowsill of an expensive uptown apartment, cradling his prizes lovingly to his chest as he waited. Once more, he tapped on the glass, awaiting permission to enter and present his evening catch. He couldn't wait to show off what he had done. Pride swelled within him.
Finally, the window opened, and he promptly stepped inside, the ghost shield temporarily disabled in honor of his arrival.
Phantom held out the briefcase to the woman closing the window behind him, as proof of a job well done. Slowly, she approached, brushing her soft red hair from her eyes.
"That will show them all, Danny." She said, taking the briefcase from his outstretched hands, and snapping open the silver clasps.
"He's dead, Sister." The halfa replied "I burned off his face."
"Clever." The woman replied, shifting through the papers. "You're much smarter than all those teachers said."
She reached out, patting Phantom's head as if he were a dog.
"It looks as though everything is here." The woman mused to herself. "A very good job. Now I can continue my work in peace. Are you ready for the next test, Danny?"
"Yes, Sister." The young man replied with a sharp nod of his head. He watched as she began walking away, waiting until her back was turned to scratch at the metal panel covering his temple. He knew that he wasn't supposed to touch it...something about disrupting the wires, but it always bothered him. It had been years ago when his sister had pried back his skin, and cut into his skull to attach the panel to his brain. The pain never went away.
His scratching had made the skin around the area red and inflamed, but he knew that Jazz would take care of it. She was his sister. She always took care of him...ever since mom and dad died.
Sure, she frequently used him in her experiments. And...maybe he sometimes acted as her super-powered hit man...but she still loved him...right?
Right?
His head hurt again...and he decided it was better not to think about it at all...
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