Author: Do I know where this came from? No. Enjoy...?
Disclaimer: This is my 51st story. I am still a poor, poor college graduate.
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Inevitability.
It was a horrifying concept, but one he now found himself looking upon. He didn't know how it had been done, but he was now looking up at his ghost self, a sneer on the ghost's face.
"You honestly thought you could beat Fate? That you could wriggle your way out of your future?" the ghost asked him, and Danny found himself shaking as the ghost descended on him, his hand pressing flat against where Danny's heart was pounding erratically.
"You know you want it, Danny," it purred, neon eyes fixed on Danny's wide blue orbs. "You always have. Underneath all the horror and repulsion, there has always been a part of you that craved the power you saw. And now, I am going to claim it. For you. For me. For us," the ghost purred, lips close to Danny's ear. "And no-one—not even that frootloop—will be able to stop us."
The ghost smiled viciously. "Us meaning me, naturally. Human morality would only get in the way, wouldn't it? And we can't have that if we are to mold this world into what we want it to be."
The ghost's hand slipped into his chest, and Danny's breath hitched when he felt cold nothingness curl around his heart.
"And for that, you have to die."
The last thing Danny saw before he was killed was the triumphant smile on the ghost's features.
The ghost—Danny Phantom? Did it matter?—pulled his hand out of his human part's chest, not a drop of blood on his hands. He closed the empty shell's eyes in a paltry gesture of respect and hovered above the corpse, a chuckle bubbling from between his lips.
Freedom, he thought fiercely before taking off into the sky, intoxicated by the feeling of nothing tying him to earth anymore—metaphorically and literally.
Now, where to start...?
