Author's Note:
Hello. I am the Seelie Court Jester, and I do not own Danny Phantom.
They were strange, in the reporter's eyes.
No, it wasn't like he had anything against them; in fact he admired them. Successful, in every possible way, perfect, without the slightest of hesitations to keep them down; they were a bit fairytale-like even.
Everyone commented on the elite aura surrounding them, all the while pondering on their mysterious smiles, smiles whose meanings seemed to elude everyone and everything around them. They were confusingly wonderful, hosting charity events every other month, all the while proclaiming a new business deal that was sure to skyrocket the value of their company. As of this point, no one could keep up with them.
He remembered them quite fondly. Though they were always distant from reporters, fans, and anyone else who wanted to pry into their lives, their polite demeanors was always what won over the audience's attentions. They were embedded in every corner of the world, from military, to politics, to economics; no matter where they went, people made sure to listen to whatever they had to say. It was a given rule.
The Masters family was always a bit of an enigma.
So it came as a complete shock, when he saw Daniel and Samantha Masters on that screen, lying in a pool of their own blood.