Um, heya! I'm Alexa! This is my first Danny Phantom fic, and it just wouldn't leave me the heck alone! I mean, seriously. It kept gnawing at me. Anyway, I hope this fic isn't too bad. So, read and review!
Oh, and could someone tell me if this would be classified as an OC story? You'll see after you read this chapter, but I'm just curious.
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The ghost zone has many different times, spaces, and dimensions running through it. Within the seemingly endless supply of doors, there are many alternate versions of worlds. And alternates of the alternates, and so on. The supply of alternate realities and various prisons is high, and the only way to get out once you are inside a territory, prison, or alternate reality, is if someone creates a portal, ripping the stream and forcing its way into the ghost zone.
Some of the territories are intelligent enough to create such a portal. Others..Not so much. And, of course, there are those portals that don't allow the inhabitants those luxuries. And, the only other way that they-the inhabitants- can exit, is if their door is opened from the outside. Interesting, no? As for the territories outside of the doors, floating freely, it is said that their doors were completely destroyed, so their entire area moved to the- vastly more spacious- ghost zone.
Normally, when someone creates a working portal, or when their door is unknowingly opened, the aware ones are generally ecstatic. And that was the reaction for at least one person, when they found out the news.
Altra was a planet that was mirrored from one, we are all too familiar with. Earth. Almost person to person, it is exactly alike. But, there was one large difference in these two territories, and it was obvious even by stepping there. If you stepped on Altra, and then heard it was the influence of Earth, you would never believe it.
Altra was dry, very dry. The grass appeared brown, or, in the rare patches, it was a faded green color. The sky overhead was cloudless, and the bright sun beat down upon the earth relentlessly. There were buildings that appeared to once have been a suburban area for the middle class, but the houses are long-since been abandoned. The windows and doors are boarded up, so nothing could go pass.
Then, after the one strip of suburbia, it flattens into a desolate, barren landscape. Great statues of a boy, presumably their ruler, stand tall, made out of clay and limestone. Past the suburban houses are clumps of shacks, poorly pieced together with what appeared to be driftwood and straw, sealed together by mud. It was all very primal. But, on the horizon, was a huge palace-like place.
It was built entirely of limestone, with great, golden, domes reaching into the sky like skyscrapers. It resembled the Taj Mahal, with the exception that the domes were golden and the building itsself a pale tan, other than white. The largest dome was in the middle, suspended about ten or more feet on large columns. Underneath the dome was a large, exuberantly golden chair, padded with what appeared to be red velvet. Next to it, an equally golden stool, with a silver bowl, bearing grapes, and other fruits.
One would not have noticed before, but just before the large, wealthy palace, there were fields. Row after row of fields, and fields. And, working those fields, were humans. Plowing, picking, weeding, hoeing, they all had a duty to tend to these fields. The ones that picked would stand as soon as their woven basket was full and carry it to a large conveyor belt which wound throughout the fields. They would then dump their cargo- which was sometimes corn, other times carrots, and other various vegetables and fruits- onto the belt. Then they would make their way back and continue the process. Every once in a while, there would be a guard monitoring the process.
In all, it seemed like a droll place to live. Then, the workers all stopped in union, standing straight and looking up to the elaborate setup underneath the dome. Some shielded their eyes to get a better look. As they did, some scowled. Some looked sad, others betrayed. Some, then, looked scared, petrified. Coming up from the left was their apparent ruler. White, scruffy hair, fell to just past his ears, red eyes inspected the crowd, narrowing considerably as he stopped before getting into his chair.
It was the boy in the statues.
He was no more then 16 years old, and even that was stretching it. He was thin, not muscular, with- as mentioned before- white hair, and blazing red eyes. His skin was tan, presumably from being outside in the sun. A small, sinister grin twisted over his face. He was wearing a black suit, with a silver symbol like a DP on his chest. His gloves and boots were silver, as well. Slowly, he folded his arms, the smirk widening, "So, my people." he purred loudly. It seemed as though all could hear him, although he was so far away, and he did not shout. "How are you on this..beautiful day?" he finished finally, his smirk growing wider when his keen eyes zoomed to the people who rolled their eyes, looked disgusted, or sneered. In a moment he was by one of them, turning into a liquid shadow as he did.
As he pooled around the man's feet, he slowly turned into a large, ten foot tall, black, jackal, grinning silently as his fangs loomed above the man. The people around him stiffened and hurriedly jumped and scrambled out of the way of the large thing. As the man flinched as he saw a shadow overcome him. He turned slowly, eyes widening and turning pale. "What was that, my little peasant?" the jackal purred, saliva dripping from his fangs greedily as his red eyes watched the older man- who resembled a certain principal- keenly.
In a flash, a large, black, hyena-like cat sat at attention at the jackal's feet. A spiked collar circled its neck as it's lime green eyes zoned in on the surrounding humans'. Its eyes narrowed as it seemed to look upon the humans in disgust. The jackal then turned into a shadow once more, then congealed into a human form. "Now." the boy purred silkily, his red eyes blazing as his palm began to glow red, "Do you wish to explain to my people what caused you to get this special treatment from me, or shall I?" he purred.
"N-No, D-Daniel...Er, I mean!" the man gulped, looking up at the boy, his eyes widened. Hurriedly he ducked his head. The boy raised a slim eyebrow and smirked. "N-No Lo-Lord.. I..I would r-rather neither ha-happen.." he said timidly.
Daniel, the boy, laughed mockingly. Mimicking his voice, he repeated, "I would rather neither happen" he laughed, "Well, then, isn't it a good thing I don't care what you want." with that, he grabbed the man by his collar and darted into the air, standing at his chair and shoving the poor, sunburnt man forward. "Go ahead, inform the masses of what you think of me. Don't worry. I won't kill you." with that, their Lord sat on his chair, his hands above his head, smirking confidently.
The man looked down at the workers who looked back up at him in fear. Some did, really. Others looked glad it wasn't them, others looked ticked off, still, at being treated like this. He looked back at Daniel who ate grapes slowly, picking them off their vine with slim, somewhat clawed fingers. It was as if the devil himself were behind you with his pet cat, watching you stand and enjoying every minute of it.
In more then one way, it was, exactly, like that.
"Go on." Daniel said, his impatience rising. "Tell them what you think of me." when the man remained silent he stood, "Then I shall do it for you." and with that he cleared his throat. "This man believes I am cruel, unjust, and unfair. Is that correct?" he looked at him for confirmation. Without giving the man time to nod, he continued. "He believes that if you would all do your share, you could overthrow me and my guards. Including Kara." the Lord nodded to his cat who grinned, exposing all his teeth. "He believes that no mere ghost should be fit to rule the entirety of this damned world, and that, since I am no more then a ghost- I should be able to be just as easily conned. Some ghost lore, perhaps?" he glanced once more at the man, grabbing him by the wrist and dragging him forward to stand by him. "But, you stupid, pathetic bag they call a human, you forget. Oh, how you forget."
With a flash of light, he changed. White hair turned black, red eyes, blue. His clothes changed as well. From the dark, form fitting suit, to a white and red t-shirt with jeans. He looked up at the man he had captured, "I'm part human as well. More importantly, a human that you stupid beings know and actually give a damn about!" he morphed normal, chuckling darkly to himself. "You believe I have a shred of humanity left in me?" he questioned his audience. With a snap, two large, burly guards- both glowing lime green- hauled out two people. A woman with red hair, which hung to just below her ears, and a large man with graying black hair, which covered his head, but barely. Both of them wore jumpsuits. The woman wore a blue-green one, the man, orange and black.
They both looked up, bags underneath their eyes, "Danny..." the man started, voice hoarse. The boy scowled darkly, eyes glowing. "Danny, please..What..What are you doing..?"
Daniel released the man for now, walking over to the other. "You always try to talk to me as if I'm your son, old man." he commented, looking down on them with a sneer and his fists clenched at his sides. "Always, you wish that something in you could change me." his eyes blazed in hatred. "Yet all this time, nothing has ever happened. I wonder why." he crouched down, "Maybe because I'M NOT YOUR SON." and with that, he stood, and in a fluid motion, kicked him and the woman back into a large column. He then stood to the crowd again, "Now!" he announced loudly, holding his arms up. "Who believes I am human! Who believes I care about you, and the times we shared?" he sneered.
Once more, he turned to the man, putting his hand on his back in-between his shoulder blades. The man immediately went stiff and pale, "I told you I wouldn't kill you." he shoved the man off the large balcony into the crowds of people. He looked over the edge as the people moved out of his way and allowed him to hit the dry, compact earth with a sickening thud, and a crack. "If they wished you to live, they would have rescued you." Daniel, their Lord, said softly with a sneer. "Stupid selfish humans." with that, he turned, stepping off his balcony with the click of his heels. His cat followed obediently, followed then by the guards, who hauled the man and woman off as well. The slaves went back to work.
Daniel was restless. He told no one of his intentions, but he knew what he must- and would- do. He would leave. Leave someone in charge of Altra, and go elsewhere to take over. Being supreme ruler of one planet gets so tiring and boring after a while. He needed something more fun, something more challenging. He didn't even have to win, necessarily, he just wanted something to do. Getting his kicks off humans' own selfishness would only last so long.
When Daniel had first learned of Earth, and how pretty much everything in Altra was based off Earth, including himself, it had been a mystery. He wished to know, and meet, the very people he ruled maliciously over. It would be interesting to see the alternate versions of himself, his parents, and hell, maybe he would even see his old 'friends' but altered. Tucker was too dark for his own good, and Samantha was just..Ugh. Too bright. He didn't even know why he hung out with those people. Especially Tucker, who thought that the computer should not even be invented. Apparently it was some cooperate venue to gain money. Which it was.
He walked into his room slowly, pacing back and forth against the wall the was complete mirror. "I will go early tomorrow." he told himself, smirking a bit as he glanced up at the large cat who had curled up- and shrunk considerably- onto his bed, and was currently sleeping, pale white in color as opposed to earlier's black, the old collar now way too large for it.
Daniel watched, smirking a little. "Tomorrow, Kara." he informed his pet, running his hands through his hair to perfect it. "Tomorrow we shall go meet our alter selves, and proceed to rule once again." and with that, he smirked deviously, his eyes sparkling in malice and excitement.