Hello! Just saw Ultimate Enemy (wow, I saw it when it premiered! It's a miracle!) and the second I saw evil Danny (man, he's so hot!), I was like, what happened in those ten years? But my dad stole the TV before Danny got to Vlad's portal, so I didn't see the last fifteen minutes until now. So now I have to include that. Ah, well. I like this!
Really, TUE was kinda screwed from the start, but as my theory took up about a page, I'll drop it.
AND by the way, the reason I updated this story (and deleted it) was because it sucked in the beginning and I needed to totally remake it. So, in honor of the completion of the TENTH chapter of TEN Years, I bring you chapters 1 and 2 recreated!
And for the record, I took the C.A.T's at age 8. Now…
DISCLAIMER: don't own DP. BUT I do own at least half the plot since I was the first giddy fangirl to come up with the evil Danny plot. I think. DON'T SUE!
SUMMARY: With no one at his side, Danny has to survive through the metamorphosis of Amity Park without Phantom through the eyes of an orphanage…and then through the monarchy created through the Revolution…that he partially caused.
RATED: T for minor language and slight violence.
Pretype Start: September 17, 2005, 4:59 pm
Chapter 1
"C.A.T.'s"
Daniel Fenton stared at his desk glumly, a packet of paper with a seal lying on it. It was so tempting…so hard to resist…what if he didn't do well?
His ebony hair fell into his crystalline blue eyes. His face, although his age was fourteen, still had the shape that of a young ten-year-old boy. His elbow was placed on the desk, his hand supporting his cheek and entire face.
Danny, as he preferred to be called, came from a family of geniuses. His mother, a ghost-hunter, could build any kind of weapon or technology easily, but her bumbling husband, Jack Fenton, who preoccupied himself with the paranormal and almost only the paranormal, clouded most of her intelligence. Truly, he cared just as much as the next father, maybe even more, but his main focus was on ghosts.
Then there was Jazmine Fenton, Danny's older sister. At two years older than her now sophomore brother, Jazz had the brains to be anything she wanted to be and more. She scored highest on the Career Aptitude Tests and had real potential of being a psychiatrist without almost any practice. She also was one of the less dense citizens of Amity Park, as she was almost the only person who had been able to piece the fact that Danny was the object of her parents' ambition. In other words, he was a ghost.
And then there was Danny. Danny Fenton. What was he known for, exactly? Brains? No…conspiracy theories about the paranormal? No…then what? To many, he was Fentonio, Fen-ton, geek, freak, and nerd. And then to teachers, he was lazy, lethargic, constantly tired, and procrastinating as much as he could. He had not followed in the tradition of Fentons. In fact, he had started an entirely new one. He wasn't really smart, although he probably could be, nor was he a ghost hunter. He was more a ghost fighter.
But nothing could help him here. Not in this situation. Irving had ended up in Nasty Burger. If he did, he'd never hear the end of it, and he wanted to make a good living.
But he also knew cheating was a bad thing. How bad? Really bad. Bad as in breaking the law. And if the teachers ever found out he did cheat, he'd probably fail anyway. It was a lose-lose situation for him…or was it?
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Danny slid into his seat in the well air-conditioned classroom, test in hand, heart beating right out of his chest. But slipped in the test were the answers. Quickly and swiftly, he stuffed the answers into the desk, smirking. He was going to pass, and he'd beat Jazz's grade, too!
On Mr. Lancer's mark, everyone ripped open the seals of their tests and nervously began twitching their pencils from empty circle to empty circle. But, as Mr. Lancer noticed, Danny zoomed through his test easily, his eyes staring intently at the paper.
He finished in half the time it normally took for everyone else. Danny closed his booklet, slammed down his pencil, shoved the test results into his desk, and proudly stood up out of his seat with perfect posture.
"Done already, Mr. Fenton?" asked Mr. Lancer dully.
"Yeah," he said in reply, slinking back to his seat. He smirked, as he pocketed the answers.
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Danny stared in disbelief at his paper. F, it said, the red ink burning through his eyes as he was sure his heart stopped beating. He got caught. But how? Mr. Lancer couldn't have possibly noticed!
Of course, he noticed you dunderhead! he countered himself.
How could he?
Well, duh! You thought he'd never notice missing answers? Even Jazz couldn't have finished that fast!
He walked home in misery, trying to avoid Sam and Tucker hectoring him about it as they did for about a half hour, wallowing in self-pity as he slapped down the test on the kitchen table and walked up the stairs to his room in depression. Jazz noticed him and looked over at his test paper. F, it said. She bit her lip. He cheated, didn't he? And this time, she wouldn't help Danny. He was on his own now.
Maddie and Jack walked over to Jazz and peered at the object of her gaze. Maddie's brow creased down low in anger but Jack just stared wide-eyed. He was a Fenton, and Fentons were supposed to get A's!
"The answers are all right," muttered Jazz. But Maddie caught this bit of information and grew slightly red in the face.
"DANNY!" she bellowed. She could hear the creak of his door as it opened and her fourteen-year-old son looked at her with empty eyes. "Why are all the answers right and you got an F?"
"I don't know," he shrugged.
"Did you cheat?" asked Maddie warily. Jazz looked intently at Danny with anger, and out of habit, Maddie's ghost bazooka was now resting on her shoulder in a battle pose, aimed at him.
"I don't know," he shrugged.
"Yes, you did," piped up Jazz, her voice ladled in disappointment. Danny didn't particularly care for it. He merely shrugged at the staircase.
"Did you?" asked Jack.
"Yeah, he did! I have proof!" said Jazz. She fiercely grabbed Danny's backpack from the wall and pulled out the test answers. Maddie looked at them in disbelief for a moment, but then her head turned to Danny, her eyes screaming at him silently.
"You…cheated?" she said through clenched teeth. "You CHEATED?"
"I just…found it laying around on the floor!" yelled Danny in outrage. "I come from a family of geniuses and I try as hard as I can in school, but for one reason or another, I can't get brilliant grades! Jazz is perfect, do you know how tempting it was to try and get even higher? If I didn't, you'd keep saying," Danny boomed, now mocking a female voice, "Oh, Danny, you should've scored higher, like our little JAZZ!" His voice returned to normal. "It's called pressure, Mom, heard of it!" he screamed.
"Yes, I have! And I am quite appalled at this. Why? I've been through everything you have, and nothing preoccupies my time so much that I have to cheat!"
"Oh, right! Like your school is constantly being under attack and you're the only one calm enough to do something about it! I know for a FACT that you didn't even know what the hell a ghost even WAS when you were my age!" Maddie gasped.
"UP TO YOUR ROOM, YOUNG MAN!" she screeched.
"No!" he yelled.
"NOW!"
"FINE!" he screeched, running up to his room and slamming the door with all of his might. The wall slightly cracked from the might, but no one payed any attention to it. Maddie sighed angrily, rubbing her forehead in confusion.
How could Danny do this? He was always so seemingly innocent! Had he been lying for a while now? Had he cheated on other tests? She remembered how gleeful he had seemed when he handed over that A- test over the kitchen table to her, the most sincere smile she had seen in years on his face.
Danny lay down on his bed harshly, staring at the ceiling. He knew he shouldn't say it out loud in case any nosy wishing ghosts were around, so he said it mentally.
I wish they would all just die! Sam, Tucker, Mom, Dad, Jazz, Mr. Lancer…
He never knew how much his raging wish would miraculously come true.
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That very day, staring outside his window, still very off at what had happened, he spotted two Nasty Burger workers running home in a hurry. He wrinkled his nose; didn't they still have a shift?
"'Ey!" he yelled, grabbing their attention. "What are you doing? You still have a shift, don't you?" he waited for an answer. The teenage boy replied.
"Yeah, but the tanks are gonna blow! Irving's stayed behind, but he's not gonna make it!" said the boy breathlessly. Danny knew he would be going against the rules of his household, but his relatives had a right to know about this.
"Thanks!" yelled Danny, closing the window. He rushed down the stairs quickly, calling out, "Mom? Dad? Jazz?"
No response. Was it true? Could they have been there? He didn't know, but it wouldn't hurt to check, would it? Danny was almost scared to go and check in fear of what he had heard the other day at school during the assembly.
Danny changed to his alter ego and flew out the house, intangible. He entered the kitchen of Nasty Burger, his fears confirmed. There were Maddie, Jack, Jazz, Sam, Tucker, and Mr. Lancer all attached to the enormous vats of secret sauce. They were tied by an ectoplasmic rope, and Danny knew immediately it was a ghost.
"Jazz, Tucker, Sam, Mr. Lancer…" he muttered, outstretching his hand. He felt hopeless as his eyes strayed to the thermometer. Almost in the red zone now.
He felt totally helpless. He couldn't move, he was almost grounded there. He wanted to help, he wanted to do something, but no matter how hard he tried, surprise, fear, and guilt glued him down.
Midway in the red zone now.
Danny didn't know what to do. His stomach was mauling itself, and no matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't move.
"…Mom, Dad!" he yelled, tears streaming freely down his pale face now. The arrow was now shaking at the very end of the red zone. Danny couldn't do anything. The best he could do was, by instinct, go intangible and save himself.
When the explosion was all over, the limp bodies of his family and friends lay on the floor, partially covered in debris. Danny had changed back in the explosion unconsciously, staring at the bodies before him on the site of the explosion. He was the tallest thing and stuck out like a sore thumb. He was the only living thing in the area.
He stared down at his acquaintances, friends, and relatives. How could this have happened? All of them—gone!
Danny fell over on top of them, hugging them as if they still had life in them. His tears ran down the bodies and it looked as though they, too, were crying.
The worst part of it all was knowing that it was all his fault.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2: soon, soon, my dears…
I know what you're thinking. I'm copying Basser. No, I'm not. I came up with this, as said, in the middle of U. E, so you can't sue me! And although our stories are based off the same thing, they are completely different. I checked out the first chapter of Basser's. Ours will definitely go separate ways. I guarantee it.
UPDATE LIST: ah, yes, a new feature…
SOON: M u r d e rer, Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge, Fusion, D e a t h is But The Next Greatest Adventure, Sixteen Start, Franz Ferdinand, Missing in my Mind, Colliding of Two Forces, Silver Monster (NEW!), Following Me To My Grave.
TODAY: Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge, Ten Years.