Danny Phantom's RENT

by dannehs-destiny

Influence by and includes songs from the movie RENT. After several years someone comes back home to a world completely changed. Can a small group band together to survive what's left of their world? better summary coming later

I do not own Danny Phantom (Butch Hartman) or RENT (Jonathan Larson). However I do own this fanfic idea and my ocs.

This is just a little preview really. The next chapter will actually start the story and include more info. Also, the other ones aren't going to be like this. And this one (but not all of them) is in the POV of a character. Can you guess who?

WARNING: POSSIBLE STRONG LANGUAGE AND MATURE THEMES

PROLOGUE: The Long Ride Home

It's been ten years now since it all started. Ten long years of hiding and trying to escape reality. I've done enough running. There's no more sense in hiding from what you can't escape. The images in the window zip by like those in my mind; full of pain and deeper meaning that cannot be seen or understood, only felt. I'd like to say that it's all been a blur, a big slur of meaningless and empty words, but then I'm only lying to myself. I've cried each tear, felt each brief touch, if only for a single moment. And all it does is remind me of what I've given up.

This last experience... Now that's meaningless. There's no point in even reflecting on it. Meaningless words hidden by meaningless faces. A plane that doesn't really exist. A simple solution to a complicated problem it can't not even begin to touch on. I don't sleep, I relive the past and all that I've tried to avoid. Even now it's still all there, every lingering non-ending message. How a single word can be so much louder than that of a million around you.

But it's not the word... Words are all meaningless. It's not even the meaning. It all really means nothing. It's the passion; the thought, the emotion behind it all. And that's what's led me back here.

With the ability to finally look it all in the face and say, "Screw you." Because every horror I've known here has been a part of who I am and how I grow. Different issues, similiar problems elsewhere, only emptier. What I gave up here to escape has never been worth it. Nothing will be simple. There is no continuation like nothing ever happened, only empty voids that will have to be gradually filled; strings that must slowly be reconnected. But it's a risk I'm willing to accept. For everything I once had...and what may be left of it.

From here on in, I shoot without a script. See if anything comes of it, instead of my old shit.