Phantom Prime
By Moocow
Chapter 1: Aftermath
Daniel Fenton's eyes slowly forced themselfs open and started to focus. As the image cleared, Danny eyes shot wide open from there half awake position. The room was filled with acidic green smoke and it looked like ground zero of a nuclear war zone. What had happened? Danny asked himself as his brain slowly returned to an operating state.
A audible groan came from across the room, and Danny noticed an arm from under a piece of debris. Danny ran over to the arm, shakily since he hadn't gotten his bearings yet, and shoved the rock off the body. Vlad Masters was absolutely still at first glance. Danny froze, then shot into action, and checked his body over for any signs of life. Danny put his hand to his neck... and felt a warm beating pulse. "Thank you," Danny said, relieved that Vlad was fine as well.
Suddenly and without warning, Danny had remembered what had happened. Memories of momnents past flooded into his brain and began to haunt him. He felt the ghost gauntlets reaching into him, tearing him apart at the seams. He saw his ghost half merge with Vlad Plasmius to form his evil future self. He heard the red flashing alarms and Dan's evil laugh. And then, nothing.
Danny opened his eyes and remembered the past events. Beads of sweat rolled down his face as he pieced it together. "I ruined my life. No, that thing isn't even part of me! He ruined my life! What little happiness I had, he took it away. He did all of this to me. From the Nasty Burger, to this now!" Danny pound the collapsing wall, and it fell apart.
"I have nothing left now," he realized in a tragic revelation. "There is nothing left of my old life, I am all alone." He had no one left. His parents were gone, and Vlad is going to be more of a liability in the hospital. What could he do? Foster parents? Not the same. Orphanage? Even worse. Not to mention, he had nothing that traced him back to Danny Fenton. For all the world knows, he was some unlucky kid who died in the explosion. It was a miracle he was alive in the first place. And instantly, Danny realized what he had to do. He started to gather the money he still had and made an anonymous call for an ambulance for Vlad.
Vlad. Danny walked up to the comatose Vlad and put a hand around him. "I'm sorry I have to do this, V-man. I have to. If Dan finds out you survived, I don't want him to torture anything out of you." Danny started to break down and cry, something he hadn't did since the Nasty Burger incident. "I am so sorry I have to do this to you, Vlad. I know all you wanted was love, you wanted the Ideal life, and I know this will devastate you, but it's for the best. I am just so sorry." He was broken for this moment, showing his weakness throughout the world while hugging this unconscious man to death, but he was just as alone as before.
Suddenly, Danny heard sirens in the distance, the ambulance sounded like it was here and it brought backup. Danny got up and smiled, one broken man to another. "I've gotta go. I'll catch you on the flipside, Uncle Vlad." He then kissed the man on the cheek, and started to run, run as far and as fast as he could for somewhere, anywhere he could hide. For what he planned to do, the less people who knew Danny Fenton was alive, the better.
If Danny had stayed longer,he would have seen Vlad's lips curl into a smile of finally being loved. If Danny had stayed even longer, he would have seen the fire department storm the building and see that all they had recovered was a unconcious man in critical condition, and a partly scorched wallet, with a engraved tag stuck onto the leather on the inside pocket that read, "Property of Daniel Fenton."