Okay people! This is actually a rewritten ending for doinstuff's fic, TUE?
Granted, I really liked the fanfic, but the ending itself was a little….cheezy. So I decided to take creative license, and with the author's permission, write another, different ending.
I plan on writing either two or three parts, so stay tuned! And I hope you enjoy it!
Below, the italicized paragraph is the last excerpt from chapter thirteen, right before the original ending, incase anyone is confused
Danny, frozen in shock, watched as the older man trained the Fenton Bazooka directly at Danielle. She gasped and raised her hands in an attempt to defend herself from the blast she knew was going to hit her almost point blank. Danny's heart stopped and he realized that maybe it wasn't such a good thing for their futures to be different after all.
His green eyes snapped shut, unable to watch the little ghost-girl being blown to bits. It was enough to hear her pitiful whimpers-he didn't need to see the horrid expression on her face to match it. It made him sick-sick that he'd wound up in what appeared to be someone's idea of a 'deja-vu,' sick that his efforts to save the future had been a waste….and sick that the most innocent, carefree person he knew was responsible for creating it. This shouldn't be happening….he thought desperately, a feeling of impending doom washing through him, this can't be happening….
From behind the darkened shade of his eyelids, Danny recognized the scuffing of feet and the hard, rasped breathing as Vlad masters prepared to fire.
"I don't know how the two of you wound up here," he snarled, "nor do I care. All that matters to me is your destruction!" A sharp, distinct clicking sound was heard, and Danny became frighteningly aware that Vlad had pulled the trigger. No….No….
"NO!" Danny shrieked, his eyes bolting open as if on instinct. It didn't matter anymore, what happened to him. Nor did this future. Nothing was set in stone-Clockwork had told him that. And as the master of time, Danny was pretty sure he was telling the truth. He had to be. After everything he'd been through, after witnessing his own ghastly future, the ghost boy just couldn't bare to watch a member of his 'family' die by her father's own hand.
However….he never had the chance to act. For the moment the trigger was pulled, a bright, blinding light expelled from the nozzle of the Fenton Bazooka-and not one that should have either. Danny blinked, panic overtaking his previous fury. Had he been too late? Or had the….
"Ah ah ah."
A cold shiver shot up the ghost-boy's spine, and his eyes widened in fright and alarm. That voice….there was no way. NO way he could have followed them here! It wasn't possible! And yet….the tall, pale, muscled figure before him told Danny differently.
"Y-you…." he croaked, his heart sinking, "how did you find us?"
The older Phantom laughed, and he removed his gloved hand from the nozzle of the bazooka-which, Danny guessed, must have been the cause of its strange behavior only moments ago.
"Really now Danny, you are so naïve." He continued, ignoring his younger self's bewilderment, "Surely you didn't think I spent all that time locked away in that Fenton Thermos sitting around, did you?" He shook his head, the white flickering flames that was his hair dancing about. Danny glared, repositioning himself into a fighting stance. Phantom, however, seemed….bemused if anything else.
"Oh please. Do you honestly think you can beat me? I don't think so." He answered for him. "It was mere luck you won our previous….battle..." His voice trailed off, as if suddenly remembering something important. "But I digress. It isn't you we're here for anyway. I'll have plenty of time to deal with you later, after I finish business with my idiot of an arch-enemy." He turned, obviously looking for Vlad, whom Danny hoped hadn't succeeded in his determination to kill Danielle.
A sudden high-pitched shriek coming from his right proved his pessimist thoughts to be mistaken.
"Danielle?!" Danny cried, whirling around in the direction the scream had come.
"Danny!" He heard her reply, sending a wave of relief through him, "H-help me!"
'Help her?' That wasn't good. He hadn't heard those words escape her mouth since their reunion a few days ago, so for her to need his help….
"Shut up you little whelp." An older, darker, feminine voice shot, a voice that filled the ghost-boy with a feeling of dread for the second time that day; a voice that belonged to Danielle's evil, future self.
Danny's senses stiffened and his eyes hardened as he gazed reproachfully at the crazed woman, and the little girl she had captive by the wrist. "Danielle!" He called again; more confident with the reassurance she was still alive. He thrust his hands in front of them, ecto-energy beginning to form in each one. "Let her go!" He threatened, glaring at her.
"'Let her go?'" Future Danni echoed, furrowing her brow, "don't be ridiculous. Her time is up…..as is yours."
That remark certainly startled Danny. "Huh? What do you-" He never finished the sentence, for something struck him hard on the back of his neck, causing the ghost-boy to crumble to his knees, unconscious. Danielle, still in the grasp of her older self, watched, terrified, as Danny's future self marveled at the boy at his feet.
"One down." She heard him muse as he picked up her cousin by the collar of his uniform. However, she became distracted when she noticed the evil Danni was now staring intently at her.
"One to go." The older woman replied, holding up her free hand, which was now charged with dark burgundy ecto-energy.
Danielle struggled, yanking her wrist as hard as she could, but her future self's hand held fast. "No!" She screamed, trying desperately to free herself. "Stop!"
Both older phantoms laughed at that remark. "Stop?" Danni asked, a hint of mockery in her voice, "I'm afraid I can't do that, my dear." She brought her face dangerously close to the green-eyed girl, and breathed, "I need to ensure that this future, my existence, still occurs. But by the way things seem to be moving," and here she cast a despised glance at the unconscious Danny, "my future looks….only plausible. And as such, I'm taking matters into my own hands."
At that moment, the ecto-energy in her hands finish taking shape-forming into a large sphere. With a devilish smile, the evil Danni slowly brought it forward, antagonizing the young girl and putting her on edge as the deadly ball of energy came closer towards her face. She squirmed, fear coursing through her veins.
"S-stop it!" She managed, trying to escape from the path of the glowing sphere, "let me go!"
Again Danni laughed, "Now now, if I do that, what will become of me?" She continued to ignore the younger Danni's effortless protests, wanting the satisfaction of her death and the solidifying of her future as quickly as possible. But the young phantom girl wasn't about to cooperate.
"LET ME GO!" She shrieked, her voice becoming more firm, more determined, more...fed up with her jerky older self, "LET ME GOOOOOOOOO!"
On the word 'go,' Danielle's voice suddenly shot at least five octaves higher, her cry contorting until it became a shrill, ear piecing screech. The older woman instantly released her grasp on the girl, clutching her hands instead to her ears in pain. "T-that power….i-it….it isn't possible!" She yelped, as eerie green sonic waves expelled from the younger girl's throat, "You're too young….too…." Her words cut off as she again screamed in agony, blood beginning to ooze from her ghostly sensitive eardrums. Though her teeth were clenched shut, mentally the ghost-woman swore, her tearing crimson eyes focused in hatred at her younger self.
The female ghost child seemed to notice this, for she met the ruby glare with her own emerald eyes, increasing the speed and power of her own 'ghostly wail.' I can do this! She thought vigorously, her white eyebrows furrowing, I can do this! Nevertheless, as she watched her….self….fall to her knees, the younger girl was already starting to realize she was steadily growing weaker-the cost of such a strong and efficient attack proving to be too much of a strain on her ghostly form. Come on! She urged herself, sweat beginning to dot her forehead, just a bit more….