Yes, it's me. I have a severe Alternate Universe fic involving angels, fallen angels, angst, friendship, fantasy, and everything else in between. Sweet, huh?
Does it look like I own Danny Phantom? No? Good. Blanket disclaimer.
RATING: -Just for your sake- PG-13 for Violence, some language... and angst
SUMMARY: Amity Park has been under the rule of Vladimir Masters for as long as the city was built. There is no word such as freedom. Or is there? As Madeline, Jack, and Jasmine Fenton will discover, even in the darkest of time, there's always hope from unexpected places. Even if one of them is a young boy who is soon known as Danny Fenton. A human, an angel, or a ghost?
1. His Name Will Be Danny
Deep in the recesses of other worlds…
Children were screaming and being thrown aside by men and women with large demon-like wings. They cared for nothing but the destruction of one thing alone- the children of Heaven City. The loss of countless children and meaningless lives for the complete domination of one more land for demons to reign and human and others to live in fear for the rest of their lives.
But the demons forgot to destroy one child. He was left for dead in the Fields of the Forgotten. The boy was only five years old. His hair was a mess of black and spiky, his eyes shut to the scene that surrounded him. He wore a t-shirt and blue pants, lying on the ground unconscious. Scratched and bruises marked his every part of the body, including his face. Heaven City had discovered a shocking secret about the young child that no one dared to speak of.
Until a man took pity on him from a distance. He saw the boy and ran over to him to see if he was okay, then picked him up and took him away.
"No, you can't."
The man glared at the four others sitting around him. "I cannot, and will not, leave him to die out there. He could have been killed."
One of the shadowed figures waved a hand. "That is not the point, Sugaru. We still have not found the chosen phantom angel. He still needs to be found for time is lost to that… that madman's truth about his ability. Christ, he already created the town. Now he needs to simply gain his control, and all hell will break loose. You, of all of us, should know that."
Sugaru grimaced. They were referring to a mortal enemy of the group, one only known as 'Cherubim.' He was a living hell to those who had met him, only seeing his shadow, wings, and blood-red eyes. Cherubim had created a city on Earth that no one wanted to think about. They said that the Earth was home to the universe's most deadly ghosts and other beings. "What if this boy really is Seraphim?"
"We will not know for sure," a woman's voice chided her voice thick with emotion. "The only way to discover this is if we send him… there."
His face paled over. "Saala. You don't mean…"
"Do it. Or the boy will live in the Fields of the Forgotten for all eternity."
-Archangel-
"Daddy's tickling me again!" Jasmine M. Fenton yelled as she raced away from her playful father, Jack Fenton. Amity Park was a city on the Indiana and Ohio border, only sixty miles away from Wisconsin. Life was considered good in Amity Park right now- no ghosts were rampaging, and their leader was being nice to everyone and, well… nothing was actually happening in the city.
Amity Park wasn't your typical happy city where people go everywhere and anywhere they please. They live in the realm where ghosts and humans despise each other, and their leader is a dark, twisted being who has no regard for pity or sympathy in any way. He has secrets no one would ever dream of learning, and a certain disregard for the well-being of others.
In other words, he was a tyrant.
In the Fenton household, it was the exact opposite of the world which they lived in outside. All was cheerful for Madeline, Jack, and young Jasmine Fenton, as the father and daughter raced around the house in another game of 'Tickling Jazz.' The game, of course, was simple- tickle the young girl around the house at every possible spot.
Jack ran after the squealing girl with as much energy as he could muster, given they had been going at this game for the past three hours. "I'm going to get you again, Jazz!" he yelled happily, chasing his daughter in a circle around the living room. He reached out and tried to grab her, but failed in nearly messing her.
She giggled and rushed for her mother. "I win again, Daddy!"
Maddie shook her head and smiled. "I think that's the longest it's taken you to try and get her," she told her exhausted husband, who simply groaned and fell to the floor.
There was a small boom heard outside. Jazz wandered over to the window, her eyes widening at everything she was seeing. A fiery glow was headed right for the family's house. She ran over to her mother and grasped her waist tightly. "There's something coming to the house," she whimpered.
Maddie frowned and walked to the window, Jazz still clinging to her. Indeed, a green fiery ball raced towards the house with speed unlike anything anyone had ever witnessed. She gasped and pulled her daughter closer to her, peeking at Jack. He was getting up off the ground and wandering over to the two. "What is it?" he muttered, asking the question that rang in everyone's mind.
"I don't know, but it's…"
The impact of the sphere shook the house as the three rushed outside to see what had come down to Earth. It felt awkward and frightening at the same time. It wasn't known for sure if this was really a ghost or a completely different problem for the city in which they resided. A boy lay on the ground with black hair, slightly curled up to look as if he was asleep. Jack took a step forward, but his wife walked up to him first.
Maddie knelt down next to the unconscious boy, checking for a pulse. She nodded to Jack and Jazz, who looked frightened. "He's alive, but barely."
Jazz stroked his hair. "He's just a kid, Mom," she told the woman. Despite being seven years old, she was already gaining a keen grasp on the grim times the city had been through with their leader. Even if Vladimir Masters created Amity Park, all were in great awe and fear of his ability to give and take life. No one disobeyed his rule, as the Fentons would soon learn the harsh ways of tyranny.
Jack examined him over. "Looks to be about five years old. Spiky black hairs… wonder who he belongs to."
The girl pointed to a note sticking out from under his body. "Look!"
Maddie pulled the sheet of paper out and frowned. Her brow furrowed, eyes scanning the paper. "It's in a different language, but I think we can decipher it inside. Bring the boy in, Jack, so no one can see him. Who knows what could happen if Vlad discovers what was on our doorstep."
Jack set the boy on the couch a couple minutes later and walked to the downstairs basement, where his wife busily typed in numbers and letters to decipher the piece of paper from under the child they just took in. Jazz's head was just barely on the table, watching her mother's fingers slide across the keyboard. Jack scooped her up, who giggled and hugged him. "You're going to turn into your mother, Jazzerincess," he teased.
She shook her head. "But I don't want to hunt ghosts like you do."
He sighed. "I meant the brains and smarts."
There was a small beep as Maddie triumphantly grinned. "Deciphering complete!" She clicked on the small file, which opened the word to a life changing letter for the family.
Greetings, human beings.
If you are reading this letter, you have found the lone being of a vicious attack on young angels in the making. The child, though, is not an angel. It is a human being with unknown abilities. The young one was left to die in the Fields of the Forgotten until I, the leader of the Fallen Angel Council, found him. I took him to the group, who ordered me to find him a home, or he would be left back into the Field. He had inhuman qualities that we do not even know of. Our only hope is that he is the chosen Phantom Angel of legend, Seraphim. Thus, we named him that in hopes that a prophecy would be fulfilled.
We give you young Seraphim in hopes of raising him to be the thing he wants as loving parents. We send our eternal gratitude and blessing as we hope he can and will follow your true ways of life.
-Sugaru, leader of the Fallen Angel Council
The three people, especially Jazz, couldn't think of anything to say. A prophecy? Vicious attacks on young angels? Angels? Since when did other beings decide to come to Amity Park besides ghosts? Surely, there was something they could do to stop interfering. Finally, Jazz asked, "Are we going to keep him, Mom?"
Her mother stared down at her, incredulous. "Excuse me? Keep a child like him? We don't know if this is a warning sign from Vlad or not!"
Jack nodded. "I know it seems bad right now, but what if he doesn't know about him? We can't just leave him on the streets to die. I mean, Maddie, he's been through a heartless attack by other… things. The letter says so. And I've got a feeling this letter isn't some drop-at-your-portal sort of thing."
"And he's really cute!" Jazz added innocently.
She sighed. "I don't know…"
"We'll think of a new name for this guy," Jack advised confidently. "How about that name we thought of if Jazz was going to be a boy?"
"Ew!" she muttered, wrinkling her nose.
Maddie finally nodded reluctantly. "All right. He won't go by Seraphim here. We'll call him Danny. Daniel S. Fenton."
Footsteps were heard to the room, and the newly-named boy wandered down and yawned, rubbing his eyes. They were blue as the sky as he toddled over to them and looked at the little family. He blinked and cocked his head, his eyes glued to one adult woman. "Mommy?"
Madeline Fenton extended her arms to little Danny. "Mommy's right here, Danny. I'm right here."
He stumbled to her, and for a fleeting moment, the three members of the family thought he had snow white hair, emerald green eyes, and a black jumpsuit with white angel wings. It quickly passed, though, and he was simply a black-haired, blue-eyed child, scared and frightened, wearing nothing but the white shirt and black pants he came with. She picked him up and embraced him, wondering what she was getting the city into, much less the family. What if Vlad discovered what had happened? Could she and Jack protect him without even knowing his own power? All these frantic questions ran through her mind as she rocked little Danny back and forth in her arms.
She failed to realize that someone else was in the room- someone far more powerful than anyone realized. He was invisible to the naked eye, but when he realized Danny clung to his new mother tighter than before, he fazed through the wall and disappeared.
As it loomed nearer and nearer to nighttime, he realized tonight would be the night to strike. Tonight would be the night to bring upon the fright of Amity Park's ruler.
Tonight would be the night Jack Fenton would die.
A cliffhanger. I love these sorts of things. –holds out review cookie platter- This is probably the longest chapter I have ever written for something. I want to know: keep going, or not? Only if you state the opinion will you get the possible next chapter. Much love, readers!