Better Left Unsaid
AN: You would not believe the things I come up with at one in the morning. I own nothing.
Danny cowered in the corner, eyes flickering between the unconscious Vlad and his ghost self. Phantom advanced on him, emotionless, and for a second he believed mercy would be shown. Then Phantom let out a malicious laugh, showing off his forked tounge.
Danny Fenton screamed.
Phantom grabbed him, contemplating him briefly before slamming him in to the ground. Danny let out a yell of pain, ending in a strangled gasp after Phantom kicked him viciously in the ribs, hearing one crack. Laughing even louder at the sound, Phantom stepped on Dannys chest, increasing the pressure until a chorus of snapping noises announced that he had entirely shattered Dannys rib cage. He let out a scream, attempting to draw a breath around the blinding pain, and felt Phantoms hand trailing along his back. Danny stiffened in panic, until Phantom stepped down and oh god he crushed part of his spine, he fucking crushed his spine!
He was fucking paralyzed, no way to fight back even if he did have any powers.
Shit.
Danny screamed again as Phantom neatly snapped his leg, the bone breaking through the skin, beginning what is to be an extensive pool of blood.
It goes on forever, until finally almost everything is broken, Danny's almost half bled out, and Phantom leaves happy.
Vlad groans, eyes opening to see the most horrible sight in the world.
Daniel Fenton, the son of his beloved Madeline, lying in an alarming pool of blood, every limb twisted at an odd angle, wheezing from punctured lungs, paralyzed, and dying a long, slow, painful death.
Knowing the boys stubbornness, he'll take a very, very long time to finally die.
You know what the only humane thing to do is.
As if to cement your decision, he half opens his eyes, struggling to speak and finding it impossible, but his eyes are begging for death, for Vlad to just end the pain.
The billionare shakily stood, pulling an ornamental gun from the wall, aiming it at the boys head.
"I'm sorry. I didn't want any of this." he whispers.
He shoots.
AN: Because Dan Phantom is a fucking psychopath, and it had to be something pretty damn traumatic to shut Vlad up.