I DO NOT OWN DANNY PHANTOM
He glared at the hunter before him, she glared at him and called him a seven letter word, the same word he's been called several times before. A smile began to crawl on his face until he began to laugh, his laugh permeated the walls of the building. She asked him what was so funny as he grinned.
Monster? You think I'm a monster?
Ha, if you only knew what a real monster is.
Do you want to know? Look in the mirror, there's one now!
Look at the television screen over there, there's another, he's talking about one of his own kind.
Go outside and listen, do you hear that? That's not the cry of human beings, that's the call of monsters, thousands of them!
Before I became a "monster", I was as "good" as you claim yourself to be.
I helped "Your kind", I saved them, I talked and walked among them, I assisted them, and I was one of them.
But did you people realize this? Did you once stop to think that maybe I was different?
No, you attacked me, you framed me, you insulted me, you rejected me, and you denied that you knew me.
You kept calling me things like "Liar!", "Putrid Ghost!", "Demon!", "Freak!", and "Monster", oh yes, especially "Monster!". You've called me that one so many times that I actually believed it.
But then, I realized something...your oh so "pure" kind is no better than I. They murder innocent creatures that they claim are murderous, they lie and claim to be honest, they cheat and pretend to be fair, they steal and claim to only borrow, and they destroy when they claim to only rebuild.
When they realize this, instead of accepting it, they decide to force the blame and guilt on someone else until they actually believe it. So yes, I am a monster. But you shouldn't forget, you made me this monster.
He then reached out his hand and unleashed a powerful energy blast, ending the hunter before him. Turing her forever into the very thing she hunts.