Ghost of an Angel
Chapter 1:
"Gross!? DANNY! That is so disgusting!" the red-head screamed as she chased at the teenager laughing his head off.
"Gee! Here I thought you were the mature one!" the blue-eyed teen gave out another laugh as he deathly avoids a grab from his sister's deadly grip. One grab and he's history, and basically, it meant he'll be at least grounded for slipping in snails into her underwear drawers.
And for dumping squirrel droppings in her shoes… she should be grateful, does she even know how hard it is to find those things fresh?
Living in a forest for you're whole life, you'll need something to entertain you, and in Danny's case a sister to keep him company and ghost's powers. Yes, ghost's powers, a very similar scenario in a sci-fi book could explain it. His parent's, the Fentons, we're incredibly way beyond their years. There technological skills and inventions couldn't and shouldn't have been present at that century. The times of the World Wars were succinct enough to convince his parents to move out of the cities and into the deep forests. They were as wise as they were geniuses.
According to his sister at least, he was only four at the time. She was six, and old enough to remember all his parents' long-winded conversations with a lot of big words his sister was able to comprehend.
Did he mention, he had these freaky 'angel's' wings whenever he 'heals' and exhibits other 'holy powers'? Jazz kept complaining that he was more of a devil than an angel. His so called holy powers were actually from 'unknown' origin. At least he knew where his ghost's powers were from, an accident form his parent's labs. He didn't have a choice on both matters of course. Another reason why his parents were so keen on moving was because of some Magdalene Order, this time, they were after his 'holy powers'.
His life was so complicated even he couldn't understand the whole story. Hey, he was only fourteen. Did he conveniently forget about the part where evil specters were flowing out of his basement? He also had to take the slack of fighting off evil ghosts who always seemed to have an obsession on world domination. It was secret his sister and him had for themselves and no else's, not even their parents.
"Danny honey! Jazz! Dinner and chores!"
"Yeah mom!" both siblings ran back to their house.
A shadow lurked from behind the bushes, unmoving. Tiny little spiders crawled out from beneath it, growing in numbers and steadily marching to the Fenton's humble abode.
"Sheda, I've gathered my bearings, get the gas ready."
"Meow! Ready in two minutes Rizel!" the spectacled female feline took a step back, making sure everything was set and ready for the capture of young archangel. It had been a failure for them when they lost Joshua in the orphanage.
Master Aion and the rest of Sinners did not expect the Order to be there, ready and armed. It would have easy to have killed them all of course, but during the course of the battle, the apostle and his sister had escaped with the assistance of the Father Remington and their former ally, Chrno.
Soon after, the years have passed and according to sources, all the other apostles had become…normal, they have lost their powers. Sheda herself had tested apostles they that had already captured, and to their utter dismay, none of the children had a hint of astral energy in them. They were back to square one. It was uncertain on why there was a sudden change. The others had been devastated by the news, if there was no apostles, who will they use to control the astral plane? Aion had been upset as well, but he had optimistically reasoned that surely, new apostles are out there. We had Rizel infiltrate the Order, it was risky but well worth. The files she stole had showed that there was an infant apostle some years back, around the time when the former holy children started fading off.
It had been a challenge to sniff the child out. According to records, the last known location was in Chicago and that was over ten years ago. Not mention, they found out that even the Order had trouble finding the family, apparently, this is one of the rare apostles who still have an intact family. The parents were unhappy with the idea of their child being used as a weapon. Another peculiarity was the extra file that was attached to the one Rizel stole. It said of a speculation of a prophecy, that an angel of great powers shall rise for sacrifice and innocence. An angel.
When Videl had discovered the hidden family, he had confirmed that Daniel James Fenton was truly an apostle of the prophecy. In one occasion, the bulky demon described where the younger brother had healed his sister, revealing wings that where eerily identical that of Magdalene's. A true angel.
Aion was ecstatic, stating that truly, all there efforts where paying off and that there was still hope for future of complete freedom.
Hope. Sheda certainly hopes that Rosette and Joshua Christopher will not get involved, and Chrno too. They've been getting better and better as a team of exorcists, she should know. She had tracked their missions, with Aion's request of course. Chrno still was bonded to Rosette, but only to keep him in existence, but she suspected a certain blonde wasn't very willing to let her best friend fade into oblivion when she can to do something about it. Her brother, dear little Joshua, was like the polar opposite, keeping Rosette in check and Chrno alive from his savage sister's temper. They're in their twenties now, but still look almost like older teens, it might have been a side effect of having the blood of an apostle.
So far, things were going smoothly, Videl signaled her to release the sleeping gas. Rizel is moving in with her spiders, to make sure everyone is out cold and has retracted back her arachnids. It seemed things were going very well. No Order members around, and nothing but a few dozen miles to separate them from civilization. An eagle perched on the porch of the house.
It was time.
It was a pity they had to break, yet, another family apart. Chrno would have certainly not let this pass if he was still with them, his fellow Sinners.
A tall handsome-looking man materialized at the porch of the house. His long white hair tied into a pony tail, whipped against the wind. He stepped in, as a refined gentle man should, and knocked before entering. There was only dead silence.
Danny groggily pulled himself up. It was strange for him to suddenly black-out like that, especially when he was about to put back a ghost into the portal. Skulker of all ghosts, were one of the most annoying and significantly dangerous ghosts he'd face, although not exactly lethally deadly, he was a handful. He paused for a moment.
His house was quiet.
The Fenton household was never quiet.
Ever.
Something was seriously wrong.
In one of his rare moments of utilizing his skill of sharp observance, the teen stealthily made his way up. Along him was his backpack with the occupied Fenton thermos and an ecto-gun in his hand. The gangly fourteen-year old tried with all his might to stay quiet, refusing to go ghost, just in case his parents were there to see him.
The white haired man raised an eyebrow. Slightly surprised but mostly amused, he ignored the sleeping party at the kitchen as he took long strides to the living room. It seemed that he had underestimated the young one. He had sensed, or rather smelled, the boy at the basement, but now, it would seem the teen was wide awake and trying very hard to sneak his way up. He wondered what the teen looked like. The description was blue eyes and black hair. A photograph was never shown, since the parents refused to let them 'experiment' on their baby.
He gave out deep chuckle before slowly swerving to meet pair of crystal blue eyes staring right back at him.
"Hello there, I am to assume you are Daniel James Fenton?"
"… okay, who are you and how did you know my name…" Danny was presently unafraid but fazing. The man was older and probably stronger, and true enough, could subdue him in his human form. But Danny could take him as a ghost no sweat. He just wondered to himself why he felt so nervous looking at those blood red eyes.
"I am Aion, a demon, the leader of the Sinners, and I'd like to ask for your assistance in the destruction of Pandemonium, mother of all demons…"
"…Okay, I have no idea what you're talking about and I'm pretty sure you are one seriously crazed-up fruitloop." Danny kept himself at a presumably safe distance as he took a step nearer to the kitchen.
"I'm assuming that is a 'no' then? Pity, I do resent having uncooperative allies…" He made no signs of movement as the teen made his way to the kitchen.
"Mom! Dad! Jazz!" he panicked seeing his entire family unconscious on the floor. He was relieved to find them all alive.
"Well, I suppose you know the lengths I can go to, to get what I want…" the demon smirked as the boy protectively stood in front of his family. He had slowly stepped into the kitchen, where the apostle stood panicky but ready.
"What did you do to them!" those eyes blazed in righteous fury but still held a slight uneasiness. Worry dominated his state of mind.
"Do not fear, Daniel, they are unharmed…for now," his smirked grew wider as he saw those innocent eyes further widen in fear as the teen took a desperate and helpless glance at his loved ones.
"I won't let you hurt them!" a new determination came to him as he raised his weapon, ready to fire. The fear was growing. It was stupid, how he could he get scared by some fruitloop?! He took a step back as Aion stepped forward.
"Get back! I'm warning you!" Danny gasped as he stumbled, accidentally pulling the trigger. He clenched his eyes. He knew the ecto-gun was for ghosts, but it could do as much damage on a human as it can on ghosts, and shot was lethal.
"Ah yes, I've heard you're parents being scientists and inventors. Interesting…"
"W-what?" Danny blinked, unsure on whether to trust his sight at the moment.
Unbelievably, the man had transformed… forming some sort of armor encasing his entire body. Not to mention, the said man had deadly looking claws with matching devil's wings.
"What are you…" It wasn't exactly a question on the teen's case. He was fairly certain on what exactly he was up against. He'd heard from his parents and sister on how some Magdalene Order fought these… demons. It didn't take him a second to grab onto his family phasing them invisibly to sink below the ground.
He had to get his family safe. He trembled as he gently set his sister at the wall of earth. His father and mother had been overly protective enough to dig a very deep and underground hide-out. Only way down there was a secret passage way from the kitchen and another at the third oak's roots due north of the house. In his case, he took a short cut.
Knowing they could still be found, Danny Fenton changed himself to his alter ego… Phantom. Maybe his ghost half could handle demons, but that was a BIG maybe. A demon is something he had never encountered before. He didn't know what they could do or if his powers could even affect them. He took one last look at his family.
He had to protect them.
He had to try.
In a flash, he was out in the sunlight face to face with whole new danger.