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2. Unveiling Evil's Shadow
As the night came on and the sky grew darker with each passing moment, the family rushed around their home in hopes of making little Danny a new room. It was both exciting and frightening to them, having a five year old fall from the sky and land in front of their house. No doubt about it that the news already got to Vlad Masters' home- he was bound to come by and see the child in a few days.
Jack heaved a piece of the new bed- or rather, the third couch in the downstairs living room- up the stairs, groaning and grunting with each step. Maddie smiled as Jazz dragged up a piece to hold the boards in place, which was a two-by-four. "Be careful, Jazz!" Maddie called out, observing her husband and daughter together.
She was too busy to yell anything back, so Maddie went to check on the newest member of the family, who was busily playing with one of Jack's Fenton Action Figures. He was yelling out what seemed to be war cries in an unfamiliar language. A cloud of concern darkened her heart, as well as her face, but she quickly wiped it with a smile when Danny called out, "Mom, could you play with me?"
The woman walked out and took the ghost action figure from on the table as Danny began to make noises of a battle in progress. Banging was heard upstairs as Jack knocked the boards together and Jazz handed him objects from around the room to make Danny's room the way a five year old would want it. There was a knock on the door at the front entrance. Frowning, Maddie put down the figure and looked out the window. She bit her lip and glanced upstairs. "Jack? He's here."
"Who's he?" he hollered back down, hammering in some nails.
"Him."
The hammering stopped. Jazz slid down the banister and landed on the ground with no objection from her mother for once. Jack bounded down the stairs, and Danny stood up and wandered over to the three frightened family members, blinking. "Who's he, Mom?"
She opened the door. Vlad Masters stepped into the room, a smirk on his face. The family knew him quite well, as Jack and Vlad had helped find the area where Amity Park was to be built. Vlad, however, had much more money than Fenton could ever contain in one of his bank accounts and decided to build a couple landmarks in the area. Soon, the landmarks became areas to build other homes, businesses, and schools. Amity Park was born, and Vlad, being the arrogant man he was, decided to crown himself leader of the city. Leader became president, president became dictator, and dictator soon became what the Fentons called "sadistic, totalitarianism believer." This was true. Vlad had more ownership deals than the second richest man in the city, Damon Gray. He owned maybe two locations within a two mile radius of each other.
Vlad became corrupt with power. And the Fentons hated it.
Maddie forced a smile on her face. "Why, Vlad. A wonderful surprise to see you here," she greeted, grasping Danny and pulling him closer to her waist. He obliged willingly- something about this man, in his mind, seemed bad.
He smiled at her charmingly and nodded to Jazz, who quickly jerked her head up and down in return. "And young Jasmine. I trust you are well her with your family?"
"Yes, sir," she mumbled, not looking into his eyes. She was terrified beyond anything at him. He threatened her once with a fiery torch. Had it not been for Jack and his reluctant acceptance to be back-burned for Jazz speaking out against Vlad and his wishes, she wouldn't be alive right now.
Jack grinned. "So, how's life treating you these days, Vlad?"
He didn't answer. Instead, he was keenly focusing in on the young boy with the black hair, who was clinging to his mother like a lost puppy. "And who might this young boy be?" he asked, completely avoiding Jack's inquiry. "I haven't seen him here before."
Maddie hugged Danny closer. She never really enjoyed Vlad and his ways, especially when he inquired about the 'really-shouldn't-be-inquired.' "This is our new son, Danny," she replied coolly, inwardly shouting with joy at Vlad's look of disappointment. At least, that's what she thought it was.
"Might I ask where in the world you… found him?"
"We got him at an orphanage across town," Jack jumped in, saving his wife from having to invent something. "He looked so alone and upset about life at the place that we decided to take him. We've been waiting for a few months to take him, and we were finally able to let him come home today."
Maddie and Vlad looked at him incredulously. Maddie was quite relieved that Jack had actually thought about some sort of thing. She had completely lost all train of thought when the leader threw the loophole of a question. Vlad knew that something was amiss here, however. The look of joy on his friend's face was enough to scream, 'HEY, LOOK AT ME! I'M LYING!' Nonetheless, he swallowed and nodded, keeping a straight face. "I see," was all he could say.
Danny looked confused. "I came from an orphanage?"
Maddie visibly bit the inside of her cheek and smiled nervously. "Yes, you did, Danny. Remember? The Heavenly Children Orphanage?"
He blinked. Were they lying or not? He couldn't remember as he scratched his head. There was the man beating him, then being rescued… then he woke up in this house with three people he had never met before. "Yeah. Okay. I remember."
Vlad smiled like a lion watching his meal try to escape from his cage. "Indeed. You know, I would just adore spending some time with young Danny here," he told the family, who clearly displayed a look of hidden dismay on their faces. "I'm sure that wouldn't be a problem at any time."
Jack shook his head quickly. "No, no, no problem at all, pal! Just give us the date and the time, and we'll make sure he can come over!"
"I'll make sure of it," Vlad replied softly, a honey-sweet smile on his face as he left the room. "Good night to you all."
After Vlad left, the family was sent into a state of panic. Danny had no idea what was going on, but he deduced that it wasn't good at all. With Maddie running all over the house and checking the security systems to Jack practically double-boarding the house with anything and everything he could find. There was no way in hell that they wanted Vlad to lay a hand on this boy. He was special to not only them, but to the world.
Whatever he was, that is…
-Archangel-
Danny constantly slept with his thumb in his mouth when he was smaller, and tonight was no exception, to say the least. As the boy peacefully dreamt about his new home and new life, an evil force was at work in staring through the window and proceeding to another room in the house, in which a man with a black suit and silver hair appeared with no warning. He smirked and watched another man sleep peacefully with his wife. In doing so, he waved his hand. A moment later, he screamed, and to his joy, no one came running through the house.
Except for Jack Fenton, who rolled off his resting place and shot up, staring into a very livid Vlad Master's eyes. He rubbed his head and glared at his former partner in building a city. "What are you doing in my house?" he growled.
"Well, I figured I'd just take your son without permission, but that wouldn't be appropriate now, would it?" Vlad snorted, walking around the bed and sitting in a chair next to Maddie's side. "Besides, I know you didn't just so happen to pick him up at an orphanage."
Jack smirked. "Very funny, Vlad. What ever gave you that idea?"
He leaned forth in the chair. "I have my ways, Jack."
The burly man simply glared at Vlad. "No one seems to like you in this city, from what I recall the last time you checked your popularity ratings. I suggest you get out of here before anyone realizes you barged in here with no effort and…" He blinked. "Wait a second. How did you get in here? Everything was boarded up."
Vlad's eyes turned blood-red for a moment as he glared at the other male sitting across from him. "How dare you," he hissed. "How dare you tell me what to do! After all I have done for this city, you can't even show some respect for what I have done. You shall pay for that remark, Fenton!"
"No, I'm being serious, though," Jack told him, his face now becoming stern and angry. "Get out of here. You have no reason to be here. And if you do take Danny, so help me, I will make sure you get over my dead body to reach his room. You will never touch that boy- not while I'm alive." He pointed to the door. "Get out right now!"
Vlad suddenly smiled. It sent a shiver right down Jack's spine, but he still kept his face. Vlad got up and walked into the shadows where no moon shown through the window. "If you insist, Jack," he stated mockingly. "Just one question, though… how scared are you of ghosts?"
Jack smiled. Surely Vlad should know this one. "You think I'm scared of ghosts? Maddie and I have been keeping this town safe from them for as long as you and I remember. I hope." He frowned again. "Wait, is there a ghost in here?"
"There's been a ghost in here for as long as you can remember, Jack," an eerie voice whispered as a strange shadow loomed over Jack. "You just caould't find him, even if he were right in your face." Red eyes stared and white teeth gleamed as the figure towered over Jack, who was now hunched up against the wall, frightened. His pointed hair looked like that of demon's horns, perhaps, and the cape seemed to add to that aura of evil.
Jack grabbed a Fenton Mini-Bazooka from the nightstand next to him and aimed it at the ghost. "Why didn't you tell me?" he asked, fear wavering his voice. "Of all the people in the city, I thought you were bad enough as a human…"
"Oh, please, fool," the half-ghost's voice sneered as it looked closer to Jack's quaking body. "No one has known for the past thousand years. No one would ever no unless I showed them and they lived. Which is rare…"
Jack stood up now, reaching for the man. "Look, Vlad. If I had known that you were a half-ghost, we wouldn't be through this right now. I'm really sorry for what happened to you and all, but…"
"Apology not accepted, Jack," he growled, coming closer.
This wasn't doing anything to calm his nerves. Jack aimed the gun at him. "I could kill you right now, then," he retorted angrily.
"That's true," Vlad admitted. "That's true. But you won't."
"I won't?"
The shadow grew larger and larger until two inhuman and inghostly wings began to emerge from his back. They were shaped like demon wings- bat-like and large, pointy to the touch. Jack had never dreamed of seeing something like this in his life. Nor had he ever wanted to.
The shadow was now on top of Jack. He screamed incoherently.
Vlad Plasmius, once only known as Vlad Masters, laughed sadistically as his foe's eyes widened in horror.
-Archangel-
Danny shot up out of bed and looked around. It was around seven in the morning, and no one was up out of bed yet. He was shaking and sucking his thumb still. The pillow was drenched with sweat as he lay back down in his bed. It felt nasty and gross. He took his thumb out and crawled out of bed. Maybe he'd be able to find his mom and dad's room with a little help with opening these doors.
As he walked out of his room, he smelled something really weird. He cocked his head and began to wander the halls for the source of the stench. Not sweet, not tasty- it was one that almost made him want to throw up. He began to walk faster, his smell becoming acutely aware that it was down the hall.
It was this door.
He looked up. It seemed so big to him, but why? What was behind this door of smelliness?
He opened it…
And ran over to Jack, who lay motionless on the ground, a pool of blood underneath him. He pushed him slightly. "Dad?"
No response.
"Daddy?" he urged, pushing a little harder.
Still nothing.
Danny hit him with as much as he could muster. "Daddy! Wake up!"
There was nothing the new family member could do to awake the dead. Danny laid his head on his father, tears coming to his eyes. His only father he ever knew, Jack Fenton, had died from a monster. An evil monster.
He didn't move from that position for a good hour-and-a-half.
I know. It's depressing, but it comes in handy in the next part of the story. Fudge… reviews are good! Thanks for the ones so far! Much love, gang!