Danny screamed and transformed as bolts of electricity coursed through him. He was wearing a heavily tattered, white jumpsuit. His old suit had been torn to shreds after training. So they had to at least give him something.

He was in a training room, filled with broken targets and standing flagpoles. The flagpoles were in a complex pattern and you had to weave between obstacles like robots or rocks. The floor was dirty from all the scuffles and fighting against the training robots. Other than that, the walls were gleaming white, as if they'd been freshly painted with some scorched marks here and there. He'd landed at the agent's feet and stood there like he was supposed to. One of the agents kicked him and he crashed to the floor.

"You little fucker! You're supposed to stay Phantom all the time!" He resumed kicking and the other agent joined in.

"You little shit, you forgot the last flag on the corner!"

Danny knew that was a lie. He had gotten all the 20 of them. He just curled up into himself and tried to ignore the blows raining on him. He tried to hold on to his happy memories but every time he'd accessed them, they would fade little by little, until he couldn't remember Sams face or Tuckers PDA. He couldn't even remember the smell of his mother cooking weenies that screamed.

"Guys! Check this out, our little Phantom broke his record by 5 seconds! That means he got all 20 flags in 5 seconds! This is great! The director will be pleased to know that Phantom has been improving," the technician said.

The agents kept kicking him for 5 minutes, and went over to see his speed. "Holy shit! His flying speed is 200 MPH!"

The other agent let out a low whistle, saying, "Hot damn! That's a hell of a lot better than when he came in, and that was what, 2 years ago?"

"Yea, that was 2 years ago; his MPH was 90," the technician confirmed.

All the while, Danny heard that and realized he had been imprisoned for 3 years. That thought gave him rage, but it quickly subsided as the memories came. The first year was at his parents. No! No, don't think of that! Danny suddenly said to himself, but he was helpless against the memories rushing through his mind.

His mind

"No, please NO!" Danny screamed to his parents as they strapped him down into the table.

"Shut up! You stole Danny's face and I will save him by taking you apart molecule by molecule!" Maddie viciously yanked at his stomach strap.

Jack, in the meantime, was getting tools for the "inspection". They gleamed in the light with an unnatural sharpness. Danny felt every single stroke of the scalpel as it cut into his skin over and over. He felt them tugging at his insides until a part of something came loose. They withdrew his blood over and over again. They weren't stopping until they found Danny's 'face'. He would be in that hell for a year.

He lay on the table on top of his blood, which he could hear dripping down to the floor. He also heard arguing upstairs and idly wondered what happened to his sister and friends. He closed his eyes.

Oh well, they can't save me because I chose to tell them instead of keeping my big mouth shut.

He heard the basement door swing open, and opened his eyes. He saw the GIW, and heard them thank his parents for the data that they sent them over the year.

Wait. A year? A whole year? But, that would mean that no one tried to save him. No. He mustn't lose hope! They would come and save him. He was sure of it. For one moment, a flicker of a fire burned in his soul. He clung to the flicker as hard as he could.

He felt someone at his ear and they whispered, "Don't worry, Phantom, we'll turn you into a killing machine for the government." The flicker died out. But the ember was still there.

He then felt the straps coming off and he was being hauled into another stretcher, this time, it looked like he was being transported into another place. He was so tired; he could barely keep his eyes open, so he didn't try and fight the warm darkness in his mind. But just before he slipped off, he could've sworn he heard his friends and sister calling for him desperately as he was being transported into the vehicle.

After that, it was pure hell. They made him stay into his Phantom form for weeks at a time, electrocuting him longer each time he went human. He went through training and 'programming'. They taught him how to fight in many styles and he learned that if he was good, he wouldn't be hurt so bad. But if he was bad, they kicked and punched him for what seemed like years, but in actuality it was days. He got stronger and faster. The director came in sometimes. It wasn't so bad. When the director came, the torture stopped even if it was for a little while. He began to crave the visits. The director had a rat face but his voice was sugary sweet when he spoke to Danny. That made him feel warm, someone cared for him in this hellhole. The ember started to fade. And another flicker set in. One of pure black.

Present Time

"Phantom! Get your ass in gear! You're going to be fighting a ghost! Don't disappoint us, Phantom." One of the agents warned him with a leering look in his face.

Danny said, "Yes, sir. I won't." He hoped that it would be over quick, he really didn't like fighting helpless ghosts. Man up, Phantom, he told himself. Man Up. The black flame grew a little more on his despair and hopelessness.


Okay. This is it, for this chapter. I edited it but there will be a lot more edits in the future also, im changing the last chapter. That one really sucked. Oh and if you could give me some reviews, I would love it. C: Oh and the rest will be like 2,000 words. I really want to expand this, as I think that I rushed it.