Hello. So this is my first story published on

But this is merely the prologue. So I ask that you might critique this prologue and see if I should continue or not. The help would be much appreciated.

So here it is. Read and Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own any Danny Phantom Characters. All of them are copyright of the mind of Butch Hartman and seeing as I am neither male nor of middle age or older, I am, sadly, not him. However Thane, and other never before mentioned characters belong to me. Thank you.

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The Prologue : A Terrible Night, An Eventful Night

Danny floated silently along the dark street. The cold December air whipped around his snow white bangs as he let out a little shiver. But it wasn't the ghost sense that went off. No, it was simply a cold chill caused by natural conditions. Danny had been anxiously scouring the streets of Amity Park for any signs of ghosts. But in the past two weeks he had not experienced a single ghost attack, something that bothered him greatly. Where were they? Taking a holiday? That would be too auspicious for the halfa's mostly unlucky life. But if it wasn't an all ghost holiday, which he strongly suspected it wasn't, then there must have been something terribly wrong going on with the ghost zone and even the city.

He looked down at his watch cautiously. 3:00 AM. 'Great! Another ghost less night,' thought the boy exasperatedly. Just then his eyes snapped up as he heard a blood curdling scream. With a little excitement but mostly the urge to help, he zoomed from the street, up above the buildings, to get a good estimation of where the sound was coming from. What he saw broke all excitement he had and turned it to pure horror.

There, a few blocks away, glistening in the light of a street lamp was a pool of blood, and lying in that blood was a man of middle age, face down and blood drenching his back. Danny breaking from his initial shock flew towards the man in a false hope of finding some life within the motionless man. As he approached, he could practically smell the scent of death, metallic and rotting. And the man was most certainly dead, though it was no regular robber or thug to be blamed. The man had, what appeared to be, claw marks all over his body and a very specific mark on his forehead. What could it be? Letting curiosity get the better of him, Danny rolled the corpse over to get a better look. A star with a paw print in the middle was seared into the man's forehead. However what struck Danny most was not the ritualistic symbol upon the man's forehead, but the man's face. The corpse looked familiar. A friend of the family? No, he would've remembered that. Then who was he? Looking for some form of ID, Danny haphazardly dug through the man's left pocket, bulging as it was. Pulling up the tattered and bloodstained wallet he checked the ID inside. Gordon Walters, Amity Park's district attorney. Did the thing that killed him know who he was? Or was this just a random mauling? No, not in this urban area. It must have been planned.

Danny, after being satisfied with the information he had acquired, placed the wallet back in the man's pocket and tried to find his phone to call 911. Just as he did, a man stepped from out of his apartment onto the street. He gasped as he saw Danny Phantom, Notorious ghost boy of Amity Park, leaned over the dead body rummaging through the bloody corpses pockets with blood all over his usually pristine silver gloves. Hearing the gasp, Danny's eyes grew wide and his head snapped up from inspecting the body in horror and shock. The man began to yell for help and call out, "Danny Phantom murdered someone! The Ghost Boy is a murderer!"

"Wait! No," but it was too late; the man would no longer listen. Thinking fast, he became invisible and fled the scene in fright. Soon all the lights were on within two blocks of the place. Danny could only listen in horror as he became the murderous ghost boy of Amity Park. He flew faster looking down at his bloody hands as he continued to the refuge of his own home. Little did he know, his home would soon be the Hell that it never should have been.

-DP-

A man walked briskly in the blackening night, a hand wiping his lips clean of the deed. In his over coat with red stains trialing up each arm, the man moved closer to the darkened alleyways, hiding from the curious eyes of onlookers. 'I was too careless in the slaughter of my prey. Hopefully "He" will not be irate with my actions,' thought the man, sweat trickling down his light brown skin. Drops of blood ran from his claw like nails to the back of his hands. He quickly shook them of the morbid remnants of his prey, his cold, calculating, amber eyes dismissing the red liquid and the action he had just committed. If it got him closer to his chance at freedom, he would do anything. All he needed were a few more souls and he would be powerful enough to break free from that…that demon's control.

Digging in his coat pocket, he pulled out his golden pocket watch and read the time. 3:30 AM. Surely all had gone as planned by now; the boy would find the body, the neighbor would see the deed, and all would be as his "master" wanted. But perhaps not as he, Thane, wanted. What had he wanted besides an end to his misery? Death was the only thing that repeated within his mind. Thane was interrupted in his thoughts when he felt the vibrations of something in his other pants' pocket. He pulled out the cellular device and placed the cold item to his ear.

"Is it done?" questioned the gruff voice through the phone.

Thane calmly spoke, "Yes master all is as you wished," his voice sonorous and sweet like golden honey.

"It had better be. Or I'll add another 10,000 years to your punishment. I did not spend all those years in confinement to simply have my plan be destroyed by your inadvertent hands," the voice seethed to Thane's dismay, although as of late his master would become enraged at the smallest matters.

"I swear, Master, all is as you have desired," Thane reassured. "The boy has been discovered and the target destroyed."

"Good. Now my plan shall move to the next phase, the rising action before the show stopping finale," Thane heard the sinister laugh from the other side of the device, "I will purge all; these pathetic human world and that filthy Ghost Zone."

So that's it for now guys. I know it isn't very long, but this is my test run. For (a) if I should continue this plot and (b) if I require more writing and grammatical assistance, I would like to know now and not write a lengthy story for no purpose what so ever than to entertain my rather large imagination.

Thanks guys!

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