Disclamer: I do not own Danny Phantom in any way shape or form. If I did? Oh, the things I could do….
This Chapter Contains the Following: Gore
A/N: I thought A) I need to get out of my writing slump B) There is not enough Danny/Dark angst on here C) I wanted to write a Danny Phantom story. So what the hell? I write, you enjoy, yes?
Tick, Tock, Goes the Clock. Round and Round Again.
It wasn't like he expected it. Not all crammed up like he had heard the others say. Or maybe it was just him. Either way, it wasn't uncomfortable, but it wasn't really pleasant. It was dark and cold and he was floating, not really knowing why. This space seemed to go on forever as he just…went. He didn't try to, not that he would, everything just sort of happened in here. It was always quiet, there was no use saying anything. No one would hear it. The sound would only be that of his own voice, talking to himself. It wouldn't really matter.
In such a place, the only thing one did was think. And think he did. But it never seemed to end the deep void silence. Little by little he believed his sanity, or what was left of it, was tugged away, as if they were threads on a sweat, unraveling at the seems.
And in this place. A cage for which he was trapped, he waited, patiently. That was always the key. Patients. Waiting. Waiting for the perfect moment to strike. The perfect moment to escape.
And thus, it came. He didn't know when exactly, time didn't exist in this place, but it did. And it was that perfect moment that had come, so he took it.
He chuckled, a deep booming voice that echoed all around him. What a wonderful sound that was. Echoes. An effect that was ment only to toy with people and he loved it. He also loved the fact that he was standing again, stretching, feeling freedom. He loved that. It ment he was in control once more.
His chuckle grew louder, deeper, booming around the room as he stepped around the room, his boots covered by the green glowing goo. "Now…let's see what fun we can have."
Chapter 1: Disturbia
"Never let the future disturb you. You will meet it, if you have to, with the same weapons of reason which today arm you against the present."
"NO!" The teenage boy gasped, jolting up right in his bed, a glimmer of sweat covering his exposed chest. His black hair was matted down around his face, sticking to his forehead and cheeks. His eyes wide and lips parted, panting hard. He tried to calm his heart, beating faster and faster and he gasped for air that never seemed to reach his lungs. Tears were pricking the corner of his eyes, threatening to fall free.
It was that dream again- No. That nightmare. Those demented images passing across his vision, scenes so horrid he couldn't get them out of his mind. His family and friends cried and begged, screaming as that blue devil laughed, slaughtering them slowly, ever so slowly, making Danny watch. The boy begged, pleading with his evil to let them go, crying even as he killed them off, one by one until only Sam was left. Danny was splattered in blood, pinned to a wall by ectoplasm, making sure his arms and legs were bound, but his eyes open.
He watched in horror as Dark Phantom tore Sam apart, hearing her spin pop and then the sickening snap as it broke, her waist separating from the rest of her body, a pool of blood at Dark's feet and Sam's organs falling out. The worst part was she wasn't dead yet. Danny saw her tears still falling and her skin turned pale as what little blood was left in her pumped out and her voice cracked, hand reaching for Danny as the goth girl tried to say her last words. "H-hel…..lp…m-me…….D-D-Dah…any…." And then she fell limp.
Danny couldn't pull his eyes away as he screamed, yelling for her to come back, not believing she was really dead. Dark just laughed, his voice echoing in the younger's ears as tears fell down his own pale face.
The evil half dropped the corpse that was Sam in the pile with the rest of Danny's loved ones and began to stride over to Danny, a dangerously evil smirk dancing on his lips. He stood in front of Danny's quivering form, red eyes met blue. The boy was to weak to go ghost at all. Every ounce of energy was drained from him. But Danny managed to glare at his other threw the thick tears running down his face.
"Y-you BASTERD!" He spat, hands turning into fists that curled, nails cutting into his skin.
Dark Phantom just laughed again, as if this was the funniest thing he had ever heard. He smiled at Danny, cupping his chin in his cold fingers tips, forcing the boy to look at him. His snake like tongue flicked out slightly as he spoke. "You can't escape fate, Danny." He said, close enough to the teen's ear he felt the hot breath against his skin. "A clock is round for a reason. You'll become what you hate soon enough, my dear boy." And then he leaned in, closer and closer-
And that was always when Danny woke up. Screaming and crying. No one else in the house hold ever heard him, or, if they did, they didn't say anything to him, or came to see if he was okay. It didn't really matter to Danny, he wouldn't tell them anything about the dreams anyway.
It had been a year, Danny was now 15. A full year since the unnerving even when Danny met his future self. No, it wasn't his future self anymore. He was gone. Gone. It wasn't going to happen. Never. So, why was he having these dreams? These morbidly dark dreams about the demon coming back? He was gone! He had to be! Clockwork made sure of that! …right?
Danny threw the covers off of him, exiting his room and only followed by memory in this pitch darkness to the bathroom. He quickly opened the door and with no noise at all, slide in, locking the door behind him. Danny flicked on the lights, crouching over the sink. He'd become a master of silence in his year and some of months of being a ghost. A 'halfa' as the other lost souls liked to call him.
He sighed, running a hand threw his damp hair. He bathroom was cold, but it felt good against his warm flesh that was covered in sweat. He wore only his poke a dotted boxers, his favorite pair and pattern. Danny lifted his head, staring at himself in the mirror. He looked like shit, to say the least. But it was the same way for how he felt. Bags hung under his eyes from lack of sleep in the past few months, but luckily he had watched Jazz put on enough make-up over the years to know how to cover the black rings up. The boy hadn't gotten enough sleep in the last weeks of his life, but he was good at hiding it. Energy drinks in the morning made up for the lack of sleep and made him his usual self for at least a few hours. He always made sure never to seem as paranoid as he felt; jumping at every little sound when he was alone.
The truth was, Danny Fenton was scared. He feared these dreams that haunted him every night. Dark Phantom always said the same thing in the end of them, right before he woke up. Like he was speaking to him threw his dreams. But that was impossible, right? But it wasn't just the dreams. He felt like someone was always watching him, glaring at his back all the time. And, what he truly feared, the unknown feeling of the future. To many unanswered questions mocked him everyday since the event a year ago, when his future was almost a permit black, covered in death.
He vowed for that to never happen, he did everything to make sure it never happened, but one could never be certain. And that was what made him scared the most. Not being certain. Danny always made sure to play the hero role, praying every day for nothing bad to happen, nothing to make him form. But how could he be sure? He was but a boy, he couldn't tell the future.
Daniel sighed again, staring back at his reflection in the mirror. It was him. It was. But for how long?
He turned on the cold tap, drenching his hands in the flowing water, loving how the cool liquid felt against his skin before he cupped his hands together, using it to make a cup and splashed it against his face. He repeated this action a few more times, eyes closed as he finally reached for a towel to dry his face up.
The soft fabric felt good as he dabbed it against his cheeks, feeling refreshed. He turned off the water, glancing up at the mirror.
A blue face, razor sharp teeth, and piercing red eyes stared back at him. Smirking.
Danny jumped back, holding back the scream that was coming up his throat, his hands were raised in a defensive position and he almost turned into his white haired phantom. His ears, he swore he heard that mocking laughter.
Yet, as he looked back, it was only him staring back. Him. Danny. Black hair and wide scared blue eyes. No fangs, blue skin, or red. It was only him. Danny let out the breath he didn't know he was holding in and gasped, chest panting once more for air. He was freaking out. Going crazy. There was no one there. No one behind him or even in the same room. Just him. Dark Phantom wasn't there. He was gone.
Or at least that was the lie Danny tired to make himself believe, but it never seemed to work. Never.
The boy walked, his feet padding against the houses floor silent still as he made his way back to his own dark bedroom. He closed the door and locked it just as he did the bathroom. The teen crawled back into his bed, trying to calm his person down. He curled up in the blankets, turning over on his side and staring at his closet door silently. Waiting, maybe, for something to happen. The boogie man to pop out or something. Yes, the boogie man. Exactly. Danny thought, still staring into the darkness.
But nothing happened. Nothing ever did. Danny just lost more of his precious sleep because nothing happened. It never really did, so why did he always have a sinking feeling deep in his stomach, something that told him if he did let down his guard at all, it would be his last mistake. Ever.
So he lay on his side, like almost every night before that, and waited, in the dark, for nothing to happen. It was only him and his Disturbia.
The next morning was like all the others. He stumbled out of bed, hitting his alarm clock (the beeping everyone hates so much!) and yawned, knowing he only got about 3 hours of good sleep. The rest of the night he was wake or tossed and turned in his dreams. Nightmares. Nightmares. His mind always told him whenever he called them dreams. For some reason his inner thoughts always reminded him of the present reality and the truth that was buzzing all around him.
He threw on his usual attire, it was dirty, of course, but he put it on anyway. Stumbling down the hallway and to the bathroom he had visited only hours before. Thankfully, Jazz hadn't gotten to it yet. He walked in and locked the door, a habit he was growing to use a lot, and took out his sisters make-up. They had almost the same skin tone, so no one ever noticed as Danny rubbed the cover up under his eyes, smiling in the mirror once he was done. Perfect. Just like normal.
His family was down stairs, making morning small talk and they all smiled as he entered the kitchen.
"Good morning, sweetie!" His mother's normal happiness made Danny also smile as she kissed his forehead and handed him his lunch. Knowing they were here, waiting ever morning for him, they were okay, alive. It always made him smile. Just knowing nothing bad happened to them... He never took advantage of what he had every since the event last year.
"Do you want some breakfa-" His mother tried to continue, but Danny cut her off, grabbing his lunch, backpack, and a 'Monster' from the fridge.
"No thanks, mom. I have to go meet Sam and Tucker. Bye!" He waved to his family, no one ever suspected a thing could go wrong.
A/N: And thus, the first chapter has ended. Short, yes, but I'm tired and don't feel like dragging it out anymore. Promise, it will get better. You always have to have the silence before the storm! Reviews are VERY welcome!