Summary: "Look away, don't meet his eye, never make noise. Those were the rules I learned when I was first brought here. It was what I was forced to live by." Who's been sent to kill Danny?

Ok guys, my rule is as follows; I will not update any chapter of any story unless I get 7 reviews on each chapter. This is just to make sure I'm giving you guys what you want, so I'm not trying to be mean. Constructive criticism MUCH WELCOME, flames are fine, good comments good, too. This is in new character POV, and this is what being bored and listening to Otep does to me. So enjoy, read, and respond please! I'll update nxt chapter after 7 reviews! And just know I'm NOT abandoning The School, I'm just multitasking. :)

Also I really hate the whole "They wear the same thing every day!" thing so if I say Danny's shirt is black one day and blue the next then you know why. Rated M for mature themes.

Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom (dammit) or anything affiliated with Danny Phantom (double dammit). If I did there's be new episodes every Friday and I would not screw up the schedule like Nick does.

Fallen

Prologue

The chains bound my bony wrists to the wall, holding me prisoner to the cold stone that held no love, no hope, no comfort. I lost track of how long I had been here; all I knew was that it had been way too long. I kept myself as sane as possible by singing to myself, trying to hold back my tears while the cuffs cut even deeper into my wrists.

Over time I had trained myself to wake automatically when he came in for my morning punishment. I won't speak of what he has done to me, of the torture he has put me through, but once it's over and he leaves it's all I can do not to dissolve into helpless sobs. I always wished I could just die.

But he wouldn't allow it, instead keeping me chained to this wall where the darkness and the despair creeps into my mind and sends me running to hide in the place in my mind where I feel nothing, where I feel no pain and no misery. What kept me sane in the end was knowing that the only reason he kept me here was because he was afraid of me. Was that he was afraid of anything remotely like me. He despised the abnormal, and I was exactly that.

And by now I had become his toy. And that was all.

Until I would escape.

I pressed my bare back against the stone wall, moaning in pain as the cold metal chafed against the open wounds that were my wrists. I pushed weakly with my mind and the chains rattled slightly, but it was too much. I was forced to give up. I licked my dry, cracked lips and bent my knees as far as they could go without making the cuffs rub too badly. I was so tired. I hadn't sat down in so long, since I first got here, and I wasn't even sure how it would feel anymore. All I knew was the numbness of my feet, and the intense pain.

I ignored both and began to sing. My voice, once beautiful, was now reduced to a dry, croaky sound. It was the sound of a caged animal desperate for freedom. And all because I had been born with these… powers.

It had all begun when I turned three and I grown angry at my mother. I remembered the intense fury that filled my chest, too much for such a little fight, and the uncontrollable heat. It was like I was being burned from the inside.

The kitchen had caught fire quickly and we had to evacuate. My mother knew it was me, but she said nothing, insisting that she had left the stove on too high. But she never hugged me after that, never looked me in the eye.

It wasn't just fire. I could pick up things without touching them, move them with the slightest thought, hurt people without even being near them. I made them hurt. I didn't mean to, but I did. I could make them stop breathing.

It was what I did to my parents, and soon he came for me. He stole me away, brought me here, and tried to mold me as the perfect soldier. But he had said he had to break me first. I was eleven then. I was sixteen now. At least I thought I was. I had lost track over the countless punishments. I was bad. I deserved it.

And yet, a small part of me was sure I didn't deserve it. That it was him that was at fault. That the bruises that covered my body should be covering him. That I should make him stop breathing.

But I wasn't allowed to hurt him.

I stood tall suddenly as the door creaked open and I turned my head away from the sudden bright light that filled the room, cringing as his face came into view.

Look away, don't meet his eye, never make noise, I thought. Those were the rules I learned when I was first brought here. It was what I was forced to live by. It was all I could do not to hurt him, but that was forbidden as well. I had hurt him before… and the consequences had been horrid.

I heard his heavy footsteps as he made his way slowly toward me, his boots crunching on the layers of dust. I stayed utterly still, my eyes fixed on the floor, my black hair clinging to my sweaty chest and forehead. I held back a shiver as he stopped directly and knew what was coming.

But this time he didn't caress my naked body, didn't hit me. No, this time I heard the jingle of keys and tried not to cry out when I felt him grab hold of my cuffs, thrusting the key into the hole. It released my left wrist and it fell uselessly to my side, diminished from lack of food and disuse. A moment later my other arm was freed and I wobbled unsteadily for a moment, feeling confused. I didn't look up, however. That would cost me, and I had a feeling that I would once again see daylight.

I leaned against the wall so I wouldn't crumple to the floor and anger him. This could have been a test, and moving could mean failing.

"Kida," He coaxed gently. I stiffened at the sound of my name and lifted my head a bit, but still didn't look into his eyes. Then I felt his calloused fingers on my chin and I restrained myself from flinching away violently, but my eyes widened in panic. My heart beat rapidly in my chest and he forced me to look at his face.

I fixed my eyes onto a point right below his nose where there was a very small freckle. I didn't wince when a ripple of pain went through my slowly awakening arms, causing pins and needles to poke at the skin from the inside.

"Kida, you'll obey me, right?" He asked at last in his smooth voice. I nodded obediently. Why are you listening to him? My mind screamed. He's bad! Don't listen to him! Can't you see he's breaking you?! I ignored it. "And you'll never question me, right?" Another nod. "Good. Because I need you to do something for me." Don't do it! Tell him no! Tell him you'd rather be chained to this wall! Instead I nodded again, choosing not to speak. Speaking qualified as making noise, and that was bad.

There was a rustle and I flinched slightly, but he either didn't notice or ignored this lapse. Then a picture was thrust in front of my face and I focused on it. It was a double shot, one of a boy with black hair and vibrant blue eyes, smiling as he walked with another person who was cut off. The one next to it was of a boy who looked the same except he had snow white hair and bright, unnaturally green eyes. This boy was flying. I could tell from seeing it side by side that both were the same boy.

"This is Danny Fenton slash Danny Phantom. He's Amity Park's very own Ghost Boy. He's half ghost. How unnatural," He added as an afterthought. "I want you to get cleaned up, get yourself looking normal. Because you're going to Amity to bring this boy to me. Got it?"

I nodded obediently and he stood there, waiting. But I was unsure of what to do.

That earned me a backhand across the face and I reeled, causing my head to snap back and send me flying into the stone wall. I gasped quietly and clutched it to keep upright, ignoring the bout of dizziness that came with the pain.

"Get going!" He snarled, grabbing my upper arm and yanking me away from the wall. He shoved me out the doorway and into the light and I squinted, finding myself in an empty hallway, naked.

He arrived beside me and put a now gentle hand on the small of my back, smiling as he guided me toward the showers.

You're his slave now, The voice whispered sadly. I ignored it and concentrated on the task at hand.