Prologue

This wasn't supposed to happen. None of this was supposed to happen. Things were supposed to become better, easier, for everyone. It was all good in the planning stages. She had looked over it all personally. So why was this happening?

Screams of terror filled the air, bringing the red headed young woman out of her thoughts as she stood upon the sidewalk in front of her home. Looking around her, all she saw was horror as smoke and fire rose from various places in her line of site. The crackling of the embers sounded about as the mix of orange and green flames burned brightly. Over turned cars littered the streets that were cracked and filled with holes of various sizes, matching the many homes and buildings in the area. Light poles hung limply as the metal twisted and bent at odd angles. People screamed as they pushed and shoved each other in a desperate attempt to find safety. But the girl didn't notice any of that.

Staring in wide eyed shock, mouth hanging open, the redhead watched as many of the ghosts she had come into contact with poured out of a mass of swirling green energy that her memory had memorized as a multidimensional opening between this world and the next that used to be present in the basement of her home before the explosion destroyed it. A portal. Or, more accurately, a natural portal between this world and the Ghost Zone, the realm of the undead. Fear was thick in the air like fermenting smog as a nearby explosion created a large gust of wind that blew her hair back, but she hardly noticed.

A loud cackle rang through the air that made her blood run cold in her veins. Though the voice was familiar, the harshness of the tone that clearly held power frightened the girl. Adrenaline ran through her, trying to force her muscles to mover her and to run for cover like everyone else, but the site before her kept her glued to her spot. Shaking her head in disbelief, tears came to her eyes at the appearance of the two figures in the center of all the chaos.

Two figures, one a teenage boy, the other a child, a young girl, floated there, both with blinding white hair and startling neon green eyes that were once kind and brave, but now held a chaotic and cruelty to them. The most unsettling thing about them were the smirk that the girl held and the grin that the boy had as they watched the pain and destruction that they helped to create. Neither of them were attacking, but it was clear that they were enjoying all of this, and it was that thought that made the redhead sick to her stomach with dread. As she opened her mouth and took a step forward, she was suddenly jerked back by a woman with auburn hair that had been screaming her name.

"Jazz! Jasmine! Jasmine Angela Fenton, answer me!" The woman yelled, shaking her daughter in desperation. The girl looked to her mother, a distant look in her blue orbs that matched the ones before her that held fear and desperation. But as she looked at her mother, only one thing came across her lips.

"It's them…" she whispered, her throat tightening.

"What? Jazz, we don't have time! We have to get of here and-"

"It's them…" she said louder as the tears she had been ignoring finally fell and her body began to shake with sobs of guilt. "It's them. It's them. It's them! IT'S THEM, MOM!"

"Jazz, I need you to calm down, and-"

"No, Mom! It's them! Danny and Danielle! They're responsible for this! They're the ones who brought all the ghosts here, and we're the cause of it!" Pointing up at the sky, finger landing on the two figures, Jazz screamed at her mother, "Look at them! Look at what you've done! You and Dad and all your ghost obsession have not only brought all this upon everyone, but now we've lost them both!"

Maddie turned toward where her daughter was pointing and gasped as her heart stopped for a moment at the site of her son as he floated in the center of everything, cackling like a mad man on a power trip at the pain being caused. How could this have happened? How could she let this happen? What happened to the boy she had seen just yesterday? Where was her little boy?

"Danny?" she whispered as she too started to cry. Maddie soon felt something jerk out of her grasp. Realizing that her daughter was now running straight into the disaster, fear pumped through her body as she screamed after her. "Jazz!"

Running barefooted down the street didn't bother, not even register, to Jazz as she passed people. In fact, everything seemed to move in slow motion as her eyes never left the site of the two white haired ghosts that stuck out in the blackened sky. No sound penetrated her ears other then the cold, cruel laughs of the two and her own voice as she called out to them.

"Danny! Danielle!" she yelled in an attempt to grab their attention, though it was futile. Unbeknownst to her, she had grabbed someone else's attention. As she was about to step on a manhole cover, it shot up from the ground, sending her flying backwards and causing her to land on her ankle that twisted painfully under her fall. Jazz screamed in pain as she held her ankle to her body, leaving her to lie in the middle of the street in the mix of the attacks going o. Just as she opened her eyes, Jazz tried to scream but nothing came out as a large green snake with red eyes slithered out of the hole, hissing at her as he eyed his prey.

Paralysis was not something Jasmine Fenton was familiar with, but she knew with the painful fire in her ankle, the fear constricting her heart and the look of hunger in the snake's eyes what it felt like to be a doomed mouse about to be eaten. Was this how she was destined to go out? Being eaten by a ghost snake at the mercy of her brother as he literally brought their town to ruins? If she hadn't been in mortal danger, she would have taken the moment to feel the bittersweetness of it all. As her lungs finally took in oxygen again and her throat unclenched, Jazz screamed as loud as she could, hitting an octave she didn't think she still could and hadn't since she was a little girl and Danny had broken one of her favorite toys. The snake relished in the sound as it unhinged its jaws and lunged at her.

A loud cracking sound shot through the air as the temperature around them dropped several degrees. The sound of the snake screeching quieted the teen's as she watched it freeze over, an unconscious shiver running down her spine and puffs of moist air rapidly leaving her mouth. Though beyond grateful for being rescued, Jazz's mind began to fire rapidly as she searched for whoever saved her.

"Useless snake."

Looking up with a smile on her face, Jazz looked upon Danielle who hand was still glowing bright blue with energy. As the young girl turned toward her, the joy Jazz had felt slipped away and was once again filled with dread as she saw the same twisted darkness in her eyes. Her attention went back to the snake as a bright line went right down the middle, separating it into two parts. The two halves slowly began to tip until falling over, crashing into the ground, turning into mist that dissipated into thin air. Jazz stared in horror as she watched the snake fade into oblivion, the ultimate fate of a ghost should its core be destroyed. She slwly gazed up to the person responsible.

Standing a few feet from her was none other than Danny Phantom, wearing a sleeveless black hoodie, the hood over his head and casting a dark shadow over his eyes. But that wasn't the most surprising thing about him as she gazed upon him. In his hand was a weapon. A weapon that moments ago was used to kill the snake and send it to oblivion. A reaper's scythe. The long white staff almost completely blended into his gloves while the black blade gleamed with a sort of dark energy as it dripped with green ectoplasmic blood. The two pieces were connected at the tip of the staff where it curved to form what was made out to be a large "P" where the blade jutted out.

'A Phantom's blade' Jazz thought to herself as he walked toward her. Stopping in front of her, Danny stood as intimidation radiated off of him. Jazz could feel her heart racing and then stop as she saw the sincere smile on his face.

"I told them all not to harm any of my family, but I guess some of these guys are just too idiotic and need a little proof that I'm not kidding about that," he said, still smiling at her. "Hey, Jazz."

"Da-Danny? Is that you?" she asked quietly.

"Of course it's me, Jazz," Danny said before turning to Danielle, a hard look on his face. "Danielle."

"Yes?" she asked with a hint of annoyance in her voice that did not go unnoticed by the older halfa who quickly flashed his eyes in warning to the young girl, a clear sign that her continued disrespectfulness would result in a severe punishment.

"Make sure that everyone knows to keep up with the plan, and that my warning still stands about not harming the Fentons," he commanded. An evil smile came to her face as she bowed slightly.

"As you wish." And with that, she disappeared in a cloud of green smoke.

"Danny…why?" Jazz asked as he turned back to her.

"Because Vlad is nothing but a pawn and an annoyance that I need to get rid of for the time being until my partners and I can be rid of him permanently."

"What partners? And why are you destroying the town? Why are you attacking our home and ruining your reputation!?"

"My partners are none of your concern , Jazz," Danny said, once again using that voice he had the held much authority. "And the reason I am destroying this place is because I can. I have the power and everyone will bend to my will like they're supposed to."

"Are you insane!?"

"No, I'm not. My plans will be fulfilled, and everyone who mocked me, ridiculed me and hated me will pay. Everyone who treated me like garbage or ran my name through the mud will suffer a fate worse the burning in hell for the rest of eternity. They're all going to pay, and it'll be all Vlad's fault. He's at the top of the list, and what better way of getting back at him then to convince everyone that he sent us here? Two birds, on stone," he said with a twisted smile.

"You…you're a monster. A monster!" Jazz yelled as she picked up a few rocks and began to throw them at him. Danny swung his scythe, deflecting the rocks in unamusement as the smile fell from his face. Danny vanished, disappearing before she could even blink, a thin trail of smoke left in his place. Jazz swallowed hard, but before she could even take another breath, she paused as she felt the presence behind her. As he brought the blade up to her throat, Jazz looked on in fear, her reflection like a dark mockery in the black, glowing material. "Da-Danny?"

"I don't want to hurt you Jazz. Or Mom and Dad. But I can't have you all getting in my way and messing up my plans. So I'll give you a choice: join me or fall with the rest of this world."

Jazz stared at his reflection in disbelief. Did he honestly believe that she would bretray everyone and join him in this crazy pursuit he was on just because he was threatening her life? Sure normal people would have jumped on the deal at as soon as he had offered. But even with the cold metal of the blade only inches from her throat, Jazz couldn't bring herself to say yes. She loved her brother, but whoever this person was that held her life before him, was not the Danny she knew.

"No…" she whispered, tears falling onto the blade. "I'm sorry, but I can't join you. I can't help you and watch as you destroy the world in your personal vendetta. But no matter what, I will always love you, little brother."

"I'm sorry too, Jazz," he said and for brief second, she could hear the sincerity of the old Danny in his voice. "I love you too, sis, but I can't let you live. I'll make this quick."

Jazz watched as the blade lifted above her head. Slowly, she closed her eyes, reflecting on her life and all the time she had spent with Danny, whether they were good or bad, whether they were comforting each other or arguing, whether they were fighting ghost or fighting off their mother's dinner, and, much to anyone's surprise, she smiled. Though things were not going the way she had hoped in her life, all of her memories of her brother were enough to comfort her in her final moments on this plane of existence. Her eyes tighten as the sound of the scythe slicing through the air and descended upon her.

So for all of my usual readers and followers who knew I was writing a YJ/DP fanfiction, this was not, I repeat, NOT the original idea and story line I have planned out. This is a side story not related to my other one that I came up with and felt like writing. Now I will be making this a multi-chapter story, but I decided to just put the prologue up and get some feedback. I don't know when I will update this, but I'm sure it will be soon. Hope you enjoyed it so far and are looking forward to more.