THE PHANTOM SLAYER
"Journey through Phantom's days as an assassin; friend, enemy, and human. Well, at least, was human, before an incident made his life took a sharp turn.
Alternate Universe."
EDITED: Fixed some minor things.. just the grammar and the punctuations, though.
DISCLAIMER: Just like hundreds of other lovely authors out here, I don't own Danny Phantom.
PROLOGUE
"Alright, I'll see you guys tomorrow!"
Said the boy who looked about fourteen or fifteen, with messy black hair and sky blue eyes, waving goodbye to two of his friends; one a male technogeek, and the other, a girl wearing all black- a goth.
"Bye, Danny!"
The boy, now known as Danny, smiled back and walked the opposing direction from his friends, later known as Tucker Foley and Sam Manson.
Now heading back to his home, Danny hummed the instrumental part of his favorite Humpty Dumpty song, tapping his fingers slightly on his sides, and slowly closed his eyes and bowed his head in rhythm.
'This part rocks!' he mused. The drums, the bass, and the guitar; words cannot express the guit-
"STOP!"
He abruptly snapped out of his rock concert and quickly scanned his surroundings to spot whoever yelled that, when suddenly he felt something get right through him- literally speaking!
He froze right at the moment before a loud crash made the ground rumble, causing him to loose his footing. He stumbled back and landed square on his butt.
"Ouch!"
He groaned in discomfort before he wobbled to get on his knees, and shakily stood up.
"What the heck just happened..." he muttered, all the while rubbing his bottom, as he heard more strange noises coming. As time passed by the source of the sounds became clearer.
They were straight ahead.
"What..." he trailed off before he saw a tiny object heading straight to him, and each time he blinked, the object got bigger. And bigger. And bigger. Much, much more bigger.
"HUMAN! GET OUT OF THE WAY!"
That is all the warning he got before he briefly saw a missle head, and the next thing he knew, the thing hit his head hard- causing a loud explosion before emitting smoke, and leaving a boy with scrapes all over the place.
But nothing was worse than the large gash that adorned his head, with blood gushing out at an alarming rate.
He fell back from the impact and the sight of his own blood, and at the same time, he slipped into unconsciousness.
Author's Note: Okay, this is my first story and I would really like your comments, critiques, everything. I want to hear your is just the prologue; no doubt there's going to be more. I kinda have the plot all planned out, but I'm still not sure. I just want to see how all of this will turn out..
Also, the whole thing with managing your writing using the Doc Manager and stuff is all very confusing to me- let's just hope I got this right!
And with that, I bid you all farewell until next time!
