RewinD
A/N: Well, number one, there is no reason for the capital D at the end of RewinD. I just think it makes it mor unique. Now then, um... I've had this idea mulling around for a while, but I won't be writing it quite yet. I'm making my Charmed fic, Sincerity, my #1 priority. Sorry! I will get to this the moment I'm done with Sincerity, though! I promise! So please, if you want to keep reading afterwards, put it on your story-alert!
I just wanted to put this up. I really like the concept behind it, and the chapters following it will be longer. This is just the prologue.
Now, enjoy! :D
2 Years After Phantom Planet...
It was a day like any other. The birds were chirping, little children were laughing, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. Mr. Lancer had even gone easy on the homework!
There was no way to predict what happened. No way.
It had happened before, but they never succeeded. Those stupid anti-ghost activists. Those idiots that refused to believe that Danny wasn't a ghost, but rather a half-ghost. Who refused to admit that they were wrong and ghosts weren't all evil.
And that they didn't deserve to exist.
It was a beautiful day. Tucker, Danny, and I were walking in the park, taking a break from all the work.
Tucker was still a mayor, believe it or not. He had actually graduated that same year, having switched to home-schooling. He was currently undergoing college courses online. He would probably graduate with a PhD in a few months. He was going through politics, technology, computer-crap, and all that other stuff he's really into. I don't know the real names.
Danny was still a hero. Nearly everyone loved him. There were still plenty of ghost attacks, though most of them were more playful, having befriended Danny years ago, with the occasional newbie thrown in.
I had long since ditched my Goth persona. I was still an ultra-recyclo-vegetarian, and I did go to Goth-poetry readings, Gothapalooza, and wear a lot of black. But, now, I had quit overdoing it with the makeup, and actually wore normal clothes now. No pink though. I hadn't changed that much.
Danny and I were still together, believe it or not. Most high-school relationships don't last this long, but ours appeared to be beating the odds.
And life was great, aside from the occasional radical ghost-hunter attack. As I said before, there are a few people that don't believe Danny to be the hero he is. His parents have long since renounced that way of thinking. They had the moment they found out Danny Phantom and Danny Fenton were one in the same.
The Guys in White were part of the government, so they knew for a fact that Danny had to be good.
No, it was all those other ghost-hunters that no one really thought much of or knew much about. They had all banded together, and occasionally attacked Danny. It wasn't often, and he never got more than a bruise or a small cut. They hadn't done anything severe.
Until then.
It wasn't until I heard a small gasp from next to me that I knew something was amiss.
It wasn't until Danny fell sideways into my arms that I saw the sniper.
It wasn't until I saw the small, neat bullet hole in his forehead that I knew he was dead.