Then One Is None
By: Atomic Kokoro
Storyline
Danny awakes in Hellena Prision, held captive by Fruegel. Soon, he is rescued by a young man named Dart and his girlfriend, Shana. He joins the couple on a quest to aid Albert in a war against an army of unidentifide specimen.
Before You Read
Legend of Dragoon and Danny Phantom! Who saw THAT one coming? I currently just watch the whole Danny Phantom series, and I've been playing Legend of Dragoon ever since I could play video games (which was around 4 years old). I combined a bit of my past and my present to create this fanfiction!
Also, is it just me, or does Dart act a lot like Goku in this story? My bad?
On with the story!
Chapter 1
In Between
Pale blue eyes opened to the darkness that surrounded him. The scent of mildew filled the air he breathed. The sound of the droplets of water from the ceiling echoed off the brick walls. He could taste blood in his mouth that flowed from his lip; a slight metalic flavor he was used to from his previous battles.
He shivered as a brisk breeze blew over his soar body. Sight was something proven useless in his position, but that changed when he proped himself onto his elbows. Before him was a wall of bars, like he had been shot back into Walker's prision again.
He brought a hand to his pounding head, trying to recall the events that would answer his questions. He struggled to his feet and stumbled to the (locked) jail cell door. He grasped the bars tightly to keep his balance.
"Look who's up," a guard chuckled as he and his friend was passing by. The jet black-haired boy fell to his knees in exhaustion. He was too drained to think correctly, but he knew he was being held captive and thyat Going Ghost was the only way out of it.
The boy summoned his most dangerous look and a blue ring about his body appeared. Before his transformation could complete, a shock of electricty shot through his whole body, causing immense pain in contracting and expanding muscles. He screamed in severe agony.
He quickly reverted back into his human form and grasped a ring of metal around his neck. How the situation seemed so famillier.
The torture refused to subside; the agony spreading through every millimeter of his body. The guards watched in amuzement as the boy fell to the ground, cluching his head, rolling on the floor, writhing in pain.
The screaming faded with his consciousness. Where the heck was he? And why was he being tortured like this?
...
The young man opened the door. "Shana!" he called through the house. "I'm home!"
The warmth of the stove and fireplace in his cozy home comforted him from harsh rain where he came from. There was a soft giggle from the kitchen; sweet and sincere. "Welcome home!' she beamed, running to her soaking boyfriend and tackling him with a hug. "How did it go?"
"It went great," he said, shrugging. "They were gone before we could pull out the... 'bigger' guns."
Shana giggled and pecked her boyfriends on the cheek. "Supper's ready. You better eat some before it gets cold. Also, Dart. Lavitz sent someone to tell you that he needs your help as soon as you're available. And," she paused to open a wardrobe that held two famillier outfits; one with red armor that was missing the entire arm peice (as it always had been), a black tank that was never seen, a pair of brown gloves, and some jeans. The second one was a white dress that had shorts instead of a skirt, brown shoulder armor, and a brown belt.
Beside them were two weapons; bow and arrow, and a simple sword. "He said to 'dress up' for the occasion and bring me with,"
Dart nodded with full determination. A moment passed, then he smiled child-ishly. "Can we have supper first?"
...
"We'll make this easy for you," the man growled, circling the bested boy. His pale blue eyes aimed at the ground steadily. He couldn't move a single inch without pain shooting through his whole body like the blood in his veins.
His breath was shallow and small. He was clinging on for dear life.
"Tell us what your name is," the tormenter demanded, grabbing the boy's hair and tilting his head back forcefully.
"D...Danny..." he choked.
The tormenter released Danny's hair and his head dropped again. "What are you, exactly?" he questioned.
"H...half-Ghost..." he answered meekly.
"Really?" he muttered in mocking disbelief. "I'm Darren, your worst nightmare!" The man laughed bantantly.
He rolled his eyes. Somehow, this felt typical. "Cut to the chase," he moaned, his voice sounding rather rusty or broken.
Darren raised the boy's chin do they were staring into each other's eyes. "I need a favor to ask of you."
After You Read
Sorry it's short, but I figured that it was a good enough chapter to start with. Eh, need a little help with the rating, though. M or T? I put it in T right now, but please let me know if I need to up the rating.