Kingdom Come
Danny/Vlad Fatherson fiction. When Danny's family and friends are slaughtered in a tragic farce, someone simply will not allow the brokenhearted hybrid to walk alone.
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"May the love hidden deep inside your heart find the love waiting in your dreams. May the laughter that you find in your tomorrow wipe away the pain you find in your yesterdays."
It's so very quiet.
Even though he feels the wind whipping about at his raven hair, it's a silent sort.
Below, the Casper High Football stadium is simply pitch black. No games tonight.
The billionaire manages a small smile at this.
Good.
If he had his way, every festive program would be cut at that accursed school. Perhaps he ought to look into it….
Vlad sighed as he fluttered over the trash strewn isles of the stands, heart heavy.
When something drops out of your life-an entire, whopping half that had used to be your ninety percent…
….the accursed world could never take notice and stop. People still laughed when you were dying, still joked when someone was being slowly destroyed-!
It made the bitter ghost wish he could obliterate them all, in neat little piles of burning bone and sinew.
Shaking his head slowly, he moved on over the school's main building.
Even it every soul on the planet had been obliterated, the earth would still revolve, as silent as the grave-save for the water and wind.
The ghost paused, scarlet eyes flashing in the darkness. For the first time in days, a small, twisted, rather forced smirk-but a smirk nonetheless-greeted his lips and pulled them ever so slightly from his scowl.
He knows now.
He can't exactly figure out how or why he knows, but a natural homing sensation, keen to that of the Little Badger's-gives him a pretty shrewd guess.
And the shrewd guess often proves to be correct when it comes to Danny's location.
A second isn't much.
But fate can do a great deal in one single, riding second.
Such as destroy one of the only two people in the world you can bring yourself to love.
Vlad's heart constricted in pain as he closed his eyes….
Daniel had been out on patrol when it happened.
Vlad had been atheist most of his existance, but after he had recovered somewhat from half his world being decimated in an instant flash-he felt like rambling praise to whatever deity that could exist out there. Jesus, Buddha, Allah, Spirits-!
There was one Fenton left.
The last born. The one when he received the small child's baby blue birth announcement, he felt himself unable to destroy it out of fury, as he had done with Jasmine's a few years ago….
The Ghost Portal seemed cursed to retain bringing more suffering to people….which was the reason he had recently destroyed his own, in his immediate desire to DESTROY something.
It did not alleviate his pain in the slightest when he had finished, continuing to blindly drive his gloved fists into the floor against the many scorch marks that surrounded the melted floor about himself with frantic cries and reckless abandon.
He had wanted to scream.
He wanted to faint.
At the very least, he wanted to laugh.
But all the broken billionaire could feel like doing was weeping.
Maddie was dead.
Madeline Emma Fenton was dead.
And as was jack.
He thought he'd be rejoicing at the first light of the idiot's death, was the hollow crevice only became sunk deeper.
The Ghost Portal's ecto filtrator had been left alone….because that MORON, THAT ABSOLUTE MORON, had-
Vlad wished Jack was alive.
So that he could kill him-in the most ghastly, repulsive, mind shirking bouts of horror he could learn of.
Again, and again he would do it-and again and again, Jack would suffer-for every moment of his family-the family that SHOULD HAVE BEEN VLAD's-lives that he stole!
The Fenton neutralizers had been hit when the lab had exploded.
And the carbonic attributes acted as a radius explosion….
…..which had resulted in a miniature, nuclear ticking time bomb.
Jasmine was gone. She'd died almost instantly.
As did Miss Manson and Mr. Foley.
But Danny…..
Even as the rain rushes past, cold and fleeting on his pale, sunken flesh, something simply feels WRONG.
Plasmius rose even higher, wind whipping at his damp hair in messy tufts, eyes scanning the terrace of the town below, passing a nearby church spire as he continued to gain altitude.
"DANIEL?"
Silence, save for the wind.
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Ookay, Not my best work. I'm sorry. Please tell me if I should update!