I Heard the Phantom Cry

by XxMistressofMadnessxX

Back in Amity Park again, and there's a new ghost in town. Labyrinth, the mysterious ghost-like being, begins to stalk Danny, whose been going though some... Changes. He feels something is not right with his Utopian society, and his powers. He begins to have these little murderous streaks, and his past is calling back.

1. Chapter 1

-Danny's pov-

I heard my past calling. The day I've escaped. The terror of my being, facing myself. I was afraid of what I'd become. But it's that time again. I raised my hand, and let the Sun kiss my skin. I couldn't believe what I had seen, just years before. I saw my Mom, Dad, Sister, and friends as well as the worst teacher in the world, lives flash before my eyes. What if Clock Work hadn't helped me then? What if... That's enough. I told myself. You've got worst things to worry about. Keep focusing on the task at hand! I followed Labyrinth, the new ghost in town. His hooded robe hid his appearance from my curious eyes. I didn't want to attack, not yet at least. "Wait!" I called out, then stopped. What's this odd feeling? I wondered, holding unto my face. My vision burned red, and I saw a fire.

The burning sensation ceased and I looked around, clueless of where I was, or, more so, Who I was. I stood slowly, and smelled a bit of cooked skin upon my ghostly-white complexion. I sighed weakly, coughing up a bit of soot, and turned around. I seem to be somewhere in the early- My train of thought was cut off by screeching of a little girl. I tried to soar, but couldn't. I was grounded. I couldn't fly, and when I tried to walk through walls, I walked right into them. What is going on? A smirk formed in the darkness ahead, and that same ghost before walked from the shadows. "Didn't you hear the phantom cry?" The mysterious being asked, and slowly removes his hood. "Its-" I gasped, and backed away. "Hello, Danny." I froze, afraid, yet, in wonder, at Labyrinth in front of me. "Labyrinth, how-" He cuts me off with a raise of his hand. "Now, brother, no need to ask such foolish questions. As I asked you already, Did. You. Hear. The. Phantom. Cry?"

I didn't answer this strange man, all I knew was, my skin was boiling, and my screams erupted from my oddly cold lips. I couldn't focus my abilities, as well as my surroundings. "How- How are you here?" I managed to stutter, before falling to my knees. With a sly grin, he answered: "There is a simple answer." He paused for a moment, and with a dark, monstrous voice I loathed. "I am Danny Phantom." He struck me across the face with fire, again and again, the pain seeped through my skin. Repetitive, I began to whimper, and the blaze roared around my body, the shock and sizzling I didn't feel anymore. Where am I going? I wondered quietly, and began to fade to black.

I woke up in a quiet, echoing tunnel. The smell of rotten fish and sewer made my eyes water. I held back a gag with my sleeve, and inspected my body. No cuts, or scrapes, or even bruises. All that was there, was a flaming moon shape on my arm, with ectoplasm surrounding it. I tried wiping it off, but to no avail. "I wonder where I am..." The whispers grew louder, banging, pounding within my head. I covered my ears, hoping to quiet down the now yelling voices. I yelled back, challenging the voices stubbornly. Finally, the voices ceased, and I sighed in relief. I looked at the design on my arm again, with confusion. How am I going to hide this from my parents? I wondered, then began walking the long way back, wishing luck in finding an exit. "Where did that ghost go..." I finally wondered. And all that answered me, was the sound of water rushing forward.

I reached for the nearest metal bar, and pulled myself up, and the gushing water came barrelling down upon me, the icy cold sewer water washing away my senses, my breath, and I held back a cry, for my back had been injured with the rush had collided with my frail body. Finally, I resurfaced, and then tried to focus my abilities, but to no avail. My head slammed against the cement wall, then dragged me down the concrete, and I slowly began slipping back into the darkness of unconsciousness, but was pulled back into reality by a familiar hand. Warm, but wet, like my savior had been swimming forever. The reek of the sewer water was no concern to me, for I couldn't smell anything. I feared for the worst, then wishing for unconsciousness, for the pain slowly crept up my back, and I cried. I closed my eyes, and felt myself being pulled up a large ladder and into the street. "Sam?"