Summary: One year ago he, his family, and his friends were murdered. Now he returns from the grave to exact vengeance upon their murderers with the help of a mysterious white crow.

Hoorah!!!! My first fanfic ever!!! And a Danny Phantom fanfic too!! I just wanted to do something different with Danny, so I turned him into the Crow. It's basically TUE (minus Lancer, sorry) but instead of them dying in a horrible accident, they get murdered by some gang members, just like the Crow. So without further ado.... I bring you.... "White Crow"'s prologue, "Waking Crow"!!!!!

Prologue:

Waking Crow

Everything hurt. Everything in was in pain. He wanted it to stop, he wanted the pain to go away. The pain was rapidly increasing as if his nerves were coming back to life, and he could hear rain pounding the ground six feet above him. Six feet above the darkness. Realization hit him as to where he was as he scans the cramped darkness. Coffins were never meant for luxury you know. Then fear smacked him right in the head. He banged at the wooden cover, and a silent scream escaped from his lips. He was trying to breath but he couldn't, he could only utter short gasps. His fingernails scratched at the wooden cover, making marks upon the maggot-eaten surface. Blood dripped and dropped from his wounds as he continued to frantically scratch at the wooden surface.

He was desperate to escape the confines of death's enticing embrace. The blood fell to his face as tears flowed from his hollow blue eyes. In the darkness they seemed to glow. There were no pupils in his eyes, but slowly the cloudy, death-induced film began to clear and pupils emerged. Then, they began to turn to a brightly, pale green. He wanted out, and he wanted freedom, but the pain was still there, becoming more and more unbearable. Still clawing at the coffin door like an animal eager to escape its cage he finally succeeded in his endeavour and emerged from his death-induced prison to the open embrace of the avalanche of grave dirt outside.

He flailed at the dirt, clawing past mounds and mounds of year-old graveyard dirt.

Out…I want out…Let me out… Let…me…be…free…

Rain drops poured down onto the earth like frozen stones. His hand appeared first, then an arm, then another hand and arm, all ghostly pale and dirt-covered, they emerged from the graveyard dust. A figure then emerged triumphantly from the ground, sucking in the cold, wet night air. He had awoken. He screamed into the night, the pain now at its zenith. The scream howled through the entire cemetery, echoing off each and every tombstone. The pain finally began to dull, but it was still too much to bear and he fell to his knees sobbing.

He finally realized who he was, shuddering at each fleeting memory that flashed in his mind. On the tombstone, a crow rested, as if it was waiting just for him. It watched him suffer in pain, convulsing at the oncoming onslaught of memory fragments, curious and impatient. There was something odd about that crow. Instead of being black as midnight, it was white as freshly fallen snow and its eyes were a pale green, the same as his. Only its small beak was black like night. It continued to watch him, still curious, still impatient. The boy was still sobbing on his knees, hugging himself, trying to tell himself it was all dream. His onyx black hair that was slicked with rain, started to fade, slowly turning from gray to white. His hair was now white as a full moon, and as white as the crow that now rested on the tombstone behind him.

CAW! CAW!

The boy snapped up and turned around to look at the crow. Whimpering and frightened like a wounded bird he looked at the crow with sad eyes that asked, "Why?". The crow's eyes answered his question with, "yOu kNoW wHy." His hollow green eyes followed the crow's movements as it hopped on the tombstone. A minute passed before it stopped and started to peck at the headstone with its beak. The boy then finally saw what was written on the stone. His eyes widened in shock. He hugged himself again, holding himself tight as if he would fall to pieces. Shivers erupted through his entire being.

Suddenly the crow flew off the tombstone and landed on the boy's shoulder. The boy turned his head to look at it again. It again flew off this time to the cemetery's iron gates which weren't that far off from where his grave lay. The bird called to him, beckoning. He stood up and turned to look at the bizarre thing. Slowly, his feet began to move toward the crow and the gates. He stared at it with widened, unsure eyes, not knowing what was going to happen. Eventually he made it to the gates, his hollow, green eyes still centered on the bird. The crow sitting on top on the wrought-iron gates, called angrily again to the boy. It was still impatient.

"I'm here…you don't have to yell…" he said rubbing his throat as his vocal cords sprang back to life. He grasped the black iron bars of the gates, and then looked up at the rainy night sky as he climbed them. It was like escaping from Hades itself, and crawling to the surface. Skillfully he flipped over the gates to the other side, not looking back at the grave he had left behind.

Daniel Fenton

1991-2008

Beloved Son, Brother

And Friend

He landed with grace on the other side. The crow flew down from the gates and landed on the ground before Danny. He just stood there confused and lonely, his head titled to the wet ground. Lifting up his hands, he examined them, and to his surprise, the cuts he sustained from clawing the coffin earlier were gone. The crow hopped ahead towards the dark city ahead, calling to Danny. Danny was still in awe on how all the horrible gashes had healed so quickly. The crow realizing that Danny was not following it, sped toward him, cawing and crowing at him to follow. Danny snapped out of his reverie and looked at the bird. It in turned stared at him. Its eyes saying,

"cOmE, tHeRe Is MuCh To Do…"

Just so you know, I decided to make Danny 17 years old in this story. It is an alternate universe after all.

CORRECTION!: I originally put that Danny is 17 and was born in 1981, so I basically screwed that one up. Man I suck at mental math, but at least I have a calculator now and I have corrected the mistake. Also a big thank you to Ali Phantom for being my first reviewer and for spotting that mistake.

Thank you for reading and good night everybody!!!

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