A/N: This is just a quick one shot I wrote after seeing some fan art, the identity of the attacker is left vague so it's up for interpretation. Reviews are appreciated
Disclamer: I do not own Danny Phantom
Suddenly there was a searing pain in his side and he collapsed onto his hands and knees. Ectoplasm fell freely from the open wound. He could still hear ringing in his ears from the earlier blows. A shadow loomed over him.
"I would apologise..." the voice was sickly sweet and insincere, "but I'm not really sorry."
No more strength, no more wil, no more reason to fight, no more hope.
He was kicked across the floor, hitting the cold brick wall. Eyes closed, waiting for the inevitable.
It was pointless, had there ever been any point? Who did he ever save…?
Strong fingers wrapped around his neck, and pulled him upright. There was a click and electricity pulsed through the metal cords wrapping around his body. Two rings of light extended outwards over the limp form, warm, scarlet blood trickling down the frail leg to join the pool of neon green.