Unbreakable

By: Hidden Truth

Flashback Part 1

"Freedom is for sale / If you give up control"

Amaranthe, Digital World

Friday, September 16 2005, 5:19 PM EST | Skies over Washington DC

Danny...no, it was Izzy...ran small hands through her still untamed hair as she sat in one of the chairs. The Small room was dark with a dim, almost blue light, and a hexagonal pattern on the walls. Her originally bright blue eyes had turned to ice after Agent Coulson pulled her onto the plane and everyone started to look at her. Something nagged at the back of her neck as she eyed the door, the only entrance into this room, and that also meant the only exit.

'Only for humans.' The voice in her head reminded with a soft tone. A smile cracked across the teen's face as she picked up her backpack and walked to the nearest wall. Sticking her head through the solid surface and looking at a group of three people on the other side.

"-brought Skye on, now a kid? What the hell, Coulson?" A petite asian woman asked, her back to the wall and crossing her arms as she tried to glare her superior down and get him to reconsider this entire mess. They didn't have time to babysit a child, not while SHIELD still had a leak they had to eliminate.

Coulson, with all of the tact expected of an agent of SHIELD, merely arched his brow while looking behind the woman. Izzy smiled and cleared her throat, getting the attention of the woman before grinning and waving. "Sorry, hi. So...is this going to take long?" She asked with an innocent smile as the woman gasped, watching the teens head and arm slip through the wall. "If so, I'm going to change, okay Mister Agent?"

"Go ahead Isabelle." Coulson answered as the ghost child ducked back into the room. "That's why the Director wanted Fenton onboard, Melinda. She can go where we can't."

The other agent just nodded her head as she used her right hand to rub her forehead. This was going to cause another migraine, that was for sure. "I'll just be driving the bus." She said as she walked off.

Coulson just nodded as Melinda walked off, mumbling about having an enhanced on the team. It could help turn the tides, but what if she came with her own set of problems? It was just too much to take in. The senior agent walked up to the door and turned his back to it. Sure it was blocked from everyone. Sure no one could look into it, but it was the thought that count. Trying to scrape some of her privacy together after what the ghost child had been through.

Izzy, meanwhile, had already changed out of the clothes she had been hiding in for months. She was now finally in something more comfortable, for her at least. A white, form fitting long sleeve shirt under a short sleeved, baby blue hoodie and dull red skinny jeans that hugged what she worked years on the finally achieve. The teen reached back into her pack and pulled out a small case, taking a small white patch out before applying it to the left side of her stomach. Finally calming down a bit as she set in place.

"I really need a haircut…" The girl mumbled, walking back to the wall and sticking her head through its surface and speaking playfully. "All done, Mister Agent." Quickly ducking back inside the room as Coulson moved to enter.

"Never going to get used to that." The agent said as he finally entered the room, causing the girl to shrug her shoulder. Coulson merely shook his head as he thumbed through the file as he walked to the chair on the opposite side of the table. It was time to finally get to the bottom of what Izzy Phantom really was. "Why don't tell me what happened? How about something easy, hm?" He asked, picking a report out of the file. "What happened Monday, November eleventh, 2002? Why did Amity Park disappear for over twelve hours?"

Izzy's mind went to work, searching through every memory as the date finally came to light. It wasn't the date that really sparked her memory, but the fact that Amity had disappeared for twelve hours. It was the longest night the small town had ever endured. It was all his fault to...Stupid Plasmius.

"A very powerful ghost, Pariah Dark, had been awoken by an idiot, and was looking for something. He found it but couldn't get it since it was in our world…"

Monday, November 11th 2002, 3:39 AM CST | Pariah (Ghost Zone)

Normally the eery glow and floating land masses would calm Isabelle down. But not this time. Ghastly green eyes darted over every screen within the exo-ecto-armor that her mom and dad had built. She paused, resting a hand on the knee as she kneeled there. Her ghost form didn't need the air her human mind was trying fill into her dead lungs. She shook her head a couple times before rising back to her feet.

"A little ragged around the edges, heh child?" The voice was hard, edged with thousands of battle, and belonging to a mountain of a ghost. No part of his body was bare, save for his face. Wearing black armor with green skulls, a patch over its left eye and a black scar cutting through his right. The dull green sword hung at his right side, merely for show, as his right hand clenched the massive morning star mace. "Come, give me a proper challenge, boy!"

Izzy shot her head up in the dome of the armor, scowling and gritting her teeth as her eyes flashed blue. Not the normal sapphire blue she was known for, but an icy blue. The armor launched itself forward with just a thought as her hands clapped together, a cold blue beam launching out from the joined hands. The Ghost King didn't even move to dodge the attack or shield himself from it as the light collided with his chest as it exploded around him.

The thirteen year old girl doubled over as energy systems started to blare into her ears, the dome flashing red to signify the danger. Her eyes darted downward as the power levels dropped into single digits. 'This is bad!' She thought and will her body forward as the smoke cleared. Pariah may have been stunned by the explosive force, but it wasn't enough to put him down. A quick haymaker from the suit sent him flailing back a few steps, finally knocking his senses back into place.

Phantom brought the hands of the suit over her head as she clasped them together. They came down with a primal roar from her throat, intending on smashing the Ghost King into the floor. The suit had other ideas as an electrical shock ran up her spine trying to get more power out of its host, giving Pariah Dark a chance to catch her by the wrists.

"Having that much power, IT'S A BURDEN, isn't it child!" He yelled as green light gathered in his hands. Two ecto-blasts crossed as he fired them from his hands, shattering the hands before catching the stumps of the arms. The Ghost King didn't even strain as he pulled the arms, the electrical feedback coursing through Izzy's mind as she bit her bottom lip. Green goo started to seep from the bite, but she wasn't going to scream. Pariah lifted his massive foot and kicked straight, like he was recreating the 'This Is Sparta' scene from one of the new creations those human had made.

The armor crumbled under his massive boot, launching the ghost child out of the back before exploding. Izzy rolled on the ground before stopping at a far wall, coughing up some more of her now green blood as he back collided with it. "Surrender, boy, you can't possibly win." Pariah spoke evenly as he stalked up to the fallen child. "Surrender, and I will allow you lead my armies!"

Rage, pure and blinding, was held within Izzy's eyes as she looked up at the so-called king who held the mace over his head, ready to bear it down. Until his glowing green eye caught something, causing him to step backwards. Ice crept across the ghost child's forehead and up the walls behind her. "No...not possible!" Pariah yelled as he attempted to swing his weapon down.

It connected, but not with the teenage girl he was fighting. The wouldbe king had only smashed the floor of his keep, and the child was nowhere to be seen. "Boo…" Izzy whispered behind the Ghost King who turned to face her. The ice covering her forehead forming a thin band of ice circled her head, producing ice arches to part her hair, each strand of ice glowing a ghostly blue, with small ice crystals forming off of the arches. A single blue crystal floated just off of her forehead, not even connected to any of the crystalline ice.

Friday, November 11, 6:21 PM EST | Somewhere over the East Coast

"I don't remember what happened after that." Izzy said, crossing her arms under her breasts that were hidden by her earlier clothes. "I just remember my hand over the lock to his coffin, and it was smoking...like I had blasted it...and then the city was pulled back to the real world."

Coulson sat there, nodding as he read through the file. It did mention how the armor the Fentons designed had gone missing in that time. They had assumed that a ghost had taken off with it, not wanting humans to have a powerful piece of tech that could hurt them with ease. That detail was would have been laughable at the time, but now it made sense. Someone would have used it to stop something that powerful, and no one could fabricate a story such as that without actually being there.

But what about the time that Izzy couldn't remember? If this Pariah Dark was so powerful, then how could a thirteen year old girl take him down. Not without the suit anyway. There were still one more he needed to know though. "How about some food? I'm sure living on junk food you could swipe for the last three months couldn't have helped you much." The agent said as he moved to the door when the girl nodded. "Anything in particular?"

"A cheeseburger?" She replied coolly before Coulson left.

'You know he's going to ask what made you run.' Izzy heard in her head as she looked up. In front of the teen was her ghost form, a wisp, barely tangible, but not in her usual costume. No, she was now wearing a very form fitting black hazmat suit under a long black and white jacket. It also had a breast plate made of ice over her chest and paulders of ice on each shoulder. The ice armor wasn't done there, wearing plate like armored boots that had three inch heels and a pair of ice armor gauntlets. Then there was the bands of ice on her forehead that formed her grown. Izzy's crown.

'I'm losing my mind.' Izzy shook her head as her hands massaged her temples to get rid of the headache. 'Yeah...I know…' She finally relented and answered her mental image who sat in the opposite chair, legs crossed, back straight. Her ghost form was poised with royal grace.

'What are you going to tell him? Maybe try to be witty and sarcastic, change the subject perhaps?' The ghost just sat there, her eerie green eyes locked onto her human form. 'It's no use to hide it from me since we're the same person.'

'The truth...I'm going to tell him the entire truth.' Izzy answered quicker this time, looking up to see her ghost form smile and nod. The sound of an opening door pulled the girl out of her mind as she turned to see Agent Coulson walking in with a plate, turning back to see the now empty chair across from her. The smell of greasy meat, cheese, and potatoes filled her nostrils, and she swore she was starting to drool as if Tucker hadn't smelt a burger in a few hours.

"Even managed to get you a soda, it's just a regular Coke though." The SHIELD agent said as he sat the plate and drink down in front of Izzy.

Now please bare in mind that Maddie Fenton did raise both of daughters with proper table etiquette, and then proceed to throw it out the window. After living months on the street and only eating what you can either take without being seen, or ghosting through vending machine, and finally getting so close to what could be a real meal is not a pretty picture. To say that Isabelle pounced and wolfed down the burger and soda would be an understatement. She did taste it, and finally remembered why she always loved a good greasy burger. It was a comfort food, and right now that was what she needed.

Someone cleared their throat, and the teen girl finally realized that she wasn't in the room alone. Izzy looked up with puffy cheeks from the massive bits she was taking of the monstrous burger with a look of apologetic horror. Meanwhile the agent just cracked a small smirk and gave a soft chuckle at her antics while the teen took a few chugs of her soda. "Want to continue with the story, or do you want to finish?" He asked, the smirk still on his face.

Izzy swallowed all the contents in her mouth in a few gulps, sitting the soda back on the table and wiping her mouth with a napkin. "What do you want to know next?" She asked, her eyes darting between Coulson and her dinner.

"How did you end up with A.I.M.?"

Izzy couldn't help as she flinched at the name. You didn't go through a few months in amy hell without developing a fear and seething hate for the ones who put you there. "I was running from something...to keep my family safe…"

Friday, March 4th, 2005, 10:39 PM

It was right behind her, and it was massive. No one had ever seen this kind of creature before, but it did remind Isabelle of Skulker with the advanced armor. Except it didn't have a face...at least one that didn't move. Plus it dwarfed the so-called greatest hunter of the Ghost Zone by a few feet...and made her look puny in comparison. It looked like a bulkier, more masculine version of Megan Stark's Iron Woman armor, and was decked out with a gatling gun and missile launcher on its arms. Then there were its rectangular eyes and circular chest piece, both glowing a sickly green. Not to mention that this thing tanked everything she had, even her Ghostly Wail didn't phase this guy.

Every ghost had been giving it a lot of girth, staying away as they felt the immense rage rolling of it. It had to be its obsession, that much rage, but what freaked Amity Park's Ghostly Protector was who it was aimed at.

"STARK!" It yelled as the gatling gun roared to life and started to fire ecto-blasts everywhere causing Izzy to be thankful she had gotten its attention on her and pulled it out of the city.

"Really...are you George R.R. Martin?" The teen ghost asked as she cracked a smile and fired her own green ecto-blast right at the thing's head. "Did someone ask when your next book would be out so you decided to kill an actual Stark?"

Isabelle turned to start flying off again as she started to laugh until the colossal armor fired a salvo of missiles. The ghost child started to pick up her game as she started to weave between the trees at her highest speed with the creature following behind his armaments. Meanwhile she was currently flying through whole trees as the missiles impacted on them, exploding in a green flash and smoke.

"Really, who are you big guy?" Izzy asked before diving into the ground. The creature just stood there and looked around. It jerked in every direction, as if it had no idea what was going on...like it had never fought another ghost before. The ghost girl flew up from between its legs with ice covered fists, connecting with the bottom of the head. The colossus stumbled back a handful of steps before going to its knee. "Let me guess: Iron Klutz?" She chided while levitating in from it.

"Iron…" The creature's head started to jerk everywhere, looking for something. 'Who...what am I?' It thought as his head continued to jerk as the light in its chest started to glow even brighter than before. A whirring sound coming from the joints in the armor as it got back up.

Izzy wasn't paying attention to any of this as she floated there, tossing the Fenton Thermos up and down. "I mean, come on, any ghost worth their afterlife knows that-" She was caught off as a massive right hand shot out, grabbing her by the throat. White gloved hands shot up to the hand and gripped its edges, trying to pry herself loose. She was silently thanking whatever was out there that she didn't need to breathe in her ghost form.

"I am the Iron Monger." The voice seemed more calm as he pulled his arm back, slamming the ghost girl into the ground. It all happened too quickly and didn't give Isabelle enough time to go intangible before her back met the ground. Yeah, that was going to hurt in the morning.

The Iron Monger continued to slam its ghostly prisoner into the ground. He pulled the girl out of the human sized crater and pulled back its left fist. The massive appendage drilling into her face multiple times, each one with a sickening snap due to Izzy's powers already healing her most vital area, namely her face. Then it pulled back again, leaving its hand right right over the ghosts stomach.

"I just need to kill you...and then that freak is mine." The Iron Monger snarled as its hand lit up, flinging the ghost girl through the forest. She phased right through tree after tree before becoming solid once again and rolling on the ground.

Green ectoplasm fluid seeped from her nose and mouth, with a massive green stain over her stomach. Loud, insane laughter echoed through the forest as the sound of stomping metallic feet grew closer her. Izzy cracked her eyes open, curled up in a fetal position, her right hand holding her stomach as her left hand fumbled with something at her waist.

"Good night." It whispered holding a glowing hand over the child's body.

"Yeah...good night." Izzy said as she pulled inward in pain. The blast came almost instantly and struck the ghost child. Or it would have had she not when intangible and allowed it to drill into the ground before rolling over, the Fenton Thermos opened and ready.

A flash of blue light shot out of the opening and collided with the Iron Monger's chest It screamed as it felt every ounce ectoplasmic energy within its body start to shrink and pull apart. The colossal monster started to fire everything it had at random as it was pulled in. Green lights burst everywhere as it roared and Izzy pumped more of her ghostly energy into the contraption her parents had built.

It was a tug of war, but it didn't last long. The thermos was designed to capture and hold ghosts, so any specter in its beam was as good as gone. At least for the moment, and that was all that was needed. Isabelle laid there, sprawled out on the ground, unable to move any more. 'Just a quick nap…' She thought as two ice blue rings formed around her, turning her human again. Leaving green fluids red and a large red patch on her stomach that covered her already healing abdomen.

"Nice trick, Fenton."

Izzy's eyes widened as she turned her head to see who was talking, fighting to stay awake. What she saw was more than enough to cause her to worry. Two men wearing white suits and dark sunglasses were right next to her, each one holding a large, rifle like object that were pointed at her. The girl wanted nothing more than to roll over and start running away, or to go ghost and get the hell out of there, but neither was viable as she started to black out.

"Tell Killian we have her...We're done in Amity Park." One of them said, and Izzy swore that they both men started to glow a dull red, only rising in intensity. Then there was nothing.

Friday, November 11, 7:08 PM EST | Somewhere over the East Coast

"I woke up on a table after that...strapped down using a special mineral that kept me using my ghost powers." Izzy had pulled her legs up to her chest in the chair as she got to the last part. Coulson was more than worried, if it was the Iron Monger was he remembered...and loose with ghost powers? "Can we finish this later...I don't like the next part."

Agent Coulson nodded his consent at the question as he got up to leave, before turning back to her. "I don't want you to relive that experience, but I need you to sleep in here while we set you up some place." He said, gesturing to the bed in the corner of the room. "We can continue after breakfast, but get some sleep for now." And with that he was gone.

Izzy looked up before moving to the bed, curling up over the blankets and holding the pillow close to her. She was terrified to fall asleep, scared she would wake up back in that hellhole as if this was nothing but a dream. The ghost concentrated as hard as she could, causing wouldbe tears to freeze within her before they could properly fall. She wouldn't cry, not where people could see and notice. She would be Isabelle Fenton for now. But God help the people who worked for Advanced Idea Mechanics, because they were going to see what a rage filled Phantom was truly like. All because of those four months they put her through.

Just like every night after her escape, the ghost child was seriously considering of breaking her heroic obsession.

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