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Danny Phantom belongs to Nickolodeon Studios, and, more specifically, Butch Hartman. Chosen One is copyright A2 and Sega.
Danny Phantom had become evil.
The newspapers all screamed the headlines. Ghost Boy's True Visage. Disturbing Fiend Attacks the Town. Our Resident Hero…or Our Own Evil?
Danny Fenton, however, was still looked upon as a wallflower.
He stared at the news broadcast covering the latest attack on screen, eyes wide with disbelief, grief, and regret of things he hadn't done.
He watched his enemy…his ultimate enemy…his future self dance a reckless path of destruction throughout the city. A single tear rolled down his cheek as he sank into his chair, not wanting to see anymore. The remote was in his dad's hand; otherwise Danny would turn it off.
-I promised them…- he thought, -I promised them I'd never become that. And I failed that promise…-
"I always knew that ghost boy was no good!" yelled Jack Fenton, breaking into young Daniel's thoughts. "That evil ghost has gone too far this time! He is a menace to this city and he needs to be destroyed!"
Danny kept his eyes closed and his posture slumped, trying his best to blend with the armchair, and be the wallflower he was legendary for being. But with every insult his father spewed, he cringed.
What his parents said about him before was bad enough. True, they were totally ignorant about the subject they were speaking on. They rarely ever checked to get their facts straight. But it still stung. And knowing that this time, it was true, pretty much killed Danny on the inside.
About this time, Jazz would usually try and defend the "ghost boy", but before she could, the familiar dinner cry came from the kitchen, courtesy of his mother.
"Cooome aaand get it!"
Jack literally bounded from his seat into the kitchen, turning off the TV on his way out. Jazz followed, walking, stealing a loving, sad glance at her little brother. Danny slowly got up and began to walk, dragging his feet the whole way, shoulders slumped, sadness practically emanating from his body.
"Honey, what's wrong?" asked his mother. "You seem so sad…"
Danny actually looked up for a second. "The ghost attack. It makes things seem so futile…" he replied truthfully, in a way. The only thing that had kept his older self, who obviously was temporarily weaker after using so much energy to escape, was the ghost shield, which could not increase in size, a glitch that just had to happen this week.
His father, serving the food (in order to sneak a bite or two on the way to the table), set the delectable dinner in front of the half-ghost. "I know it seems like nothing's working, but I'm working on an invention that will allow me to eradicate that ghost once and for all!"
Danny seemed to get worse, not better, from this announcement. This bewildered his dad, and, (more difficulty) his mom. He pushed his plate away. "May I be excused? I don't feel well."
"Sure, dear."
Danny trudged upstairs, mumbling, "If you need me, I'll be on the roof." But what drew his parents, and his sister, to take the alternate-trapdoor route to the roof, was the music.
No one there knew why the music seemed to be coming from somewhere in Danny (besides Jazz, who knew it was probably a new ghost power), but they all felt compelled to hear more. They weren't worried about the neighbors, as they had put in a soundproof barrier up that was automatically switched on each night.
They could all sense, somehow, that this song wasn't purposely being broadcast, and was meant to be private, and therefore felt a little guilty. But none wanted to stop the sweet, low notes.
As Maddie helped Jack onto the roof, Jazz watched her brother trudge, with every step, another beat. All three there, eyes seemed to turn into a camera, watching a video, going into angles thought not possible for humans alone, truly seeing what was intended to be seen with the music. That's how powerful the music was.
Suddenly, three electric guitar bursts filled the air. A space followed, and the keyboard played, and a few scenes from Danny's fights streamed past, so fast you wouldn't recognize anything but color if you didn't know what you were looking at. The electric guitar strummed thrice three more times, each time followed by some more scenes.
Finally, Danny sat down on the edge of the roof. He slowly scanned the city with his eyes. Then, without moving his mouth, he began to "sing".
I can't remember
Anything at all.
I've been turning it all around.
A newspaper fluttered through the breeze, hitting Danny in the thigh. He picked it up and looked at the headline. Danny Phantom…a Villain!
I'm sorry…So sorry…
Is this what I have become?
He crumpled the paper, and then let it fly through the breeze again. He looked down forlornly, just as the first star appeared close to his head. It caught his attention. He looked up as the song continued.
Wish I may,
Wish I might
Be someone else tonight.
Sometimes I wish that I was never born at all.
He stood up, walking toward the metal satellite-looking thing on the Fenton's roof. His hand started glowing green, and he raised it up, placing it on one of the metal poles.
But I'll try to save the world,
'cause in the end I know…
He removed his hand, revealing a circular green, glowing mark, which slowly faded into Danny Phantom's insignia.
I'm the chosen one!Suddenly the blur of colorful scenes that had become clear in Jazz's head so long ago became clear in the parent's heads, too. Then a new scene entered, of Danny in his 14th year, putting on a jumpsuit and entering the ghost portal.
I can't remember what I used to be,
Something's turning me upside down.
As these words were sung, it showed him walking in and pressing the button that would change his life. Then, "flashback Danny" was unconscious, back in his human form, his parents and his sister rushing in to help him.
You made me
And I love you,
But I can't change the things I've done!
With the last line, an explosion from the city, caused by the future Dan, ripped into the images of the past, and broke them into pieces, practically. As Danny watched the horrific scene unfold before him, more thoughts escaped into song.
Wish I may,
Wish I might,
Be someone else tonight.
Sometimes I wish that I was never born at all.
Danny backed up very far, getting into a running pose.
But I'll try to save the world,
'Cause in the end I know…
He ran, leaping off the roof, and posing as if he were on a cross. He began to go ghost as he fell, shortly after he went through the ghost shield.
I'm the chosen one!
This was the last line of the song, and the only one Danny actually spoke. The music continued as Danny began to fly. As he gained height and speed, a tear fell from his eye, then another, and another, and he cried. The sparkling tears were so heartfelt, that the town awoke as they fell, coating the city in a sparkling light of sorts.
As the town, the doubters, the fickle, the young, the old, the rich, the poor, all looked up, they realized that such tears could not come from an evil being. Danny Phantom was not hurting the town, and he had never hurt the town.
Meanwhile, back at home, Danny's parents walked down the steps, guilt and shame filling their heads. They had tried to comfort Danny so many times during his song, but the music had been too powerful to get anywhere near him. They thought of what they had called and done to their son while he was in his ghsot form, and promised to themselves to be better parents if and when Danny came back from this fight. Jazz followed downstairs, pitying her brother and his plight.
Today would most likely be Danny Phantom's last battle.