Phantom Prime
by Moocow
Chapter 2: Remains
In top news tonight, an explosion has occurred in the Master's Mansion in Northern Wisconsin. It has left the occupant, Vlad Masters, billionaire and business tycoon, in critical condition. Also, we have just gotten word that a wallet used by Daniel Fenton, who disappeared almost a year ago, has been found at ground zero of the explosion. No body has yet been found.
Danny Fenton looked among the many Tv's for sale at Wall-2-Wall Mart, all playing the local news. His face was all over the news. Everybody looking for him. Tabloids saying in the accident he was turned into a ghost. Well, they were sorta right. In more ways then one. Danny Fenton was gone to the world. He didn't exist anymore.
Danny sat down and looked into the mirror. He was dead a long time before before the Masters accident. This was at the Nasty Burger, where he had no one anymore. Vlad was nice and all, but Danny couldn't get past his family not being there, by his side. He was depressed most of the day, not even caring if the sun were to explode. He would just lie in his bed most of the day and do nothing.
Vlad was hurting, but at least he could still enjoy life. Danny just wanted it all to go away. So, in a desperate move, Vlad had split Danny down the middle, hoping to claw out this misery out of his life. But it had all backfired. Danny had had his psyche cut in half, His yin and yang broken down the line, his heart and soul torn apart. His human half was the outer, depressed person who was aphetic to everything. But his ghost half had all the inner rage and hate built up over the years. So when the ghost half was taken out, he went for the person who most of the anger was built upon, Vlad. With his sick logic, Phantom took out his anger on Vlad, blaming him for everything that happened. He took out Vlad's ghost half, and seeing the opportunity to gain more power, he overshadowed it. With that, the transformation was complete. Danny Phantom was no more, only the twisted madness remained.
After a year of being pent up inside Danny's already fractured psyche, Dan finally was out into the world. He was the Hulk, the rage and anger personified into a living breathing behemoth. And Danny, he was just Bruce Banner, the quiet, messed up guy who lives alone in his apartment, sulking about his childhood.
Danny looked at himself again in the mirror, then at a 9th grade school photo he carried in his pocket. He had changed outside as well. His raven black hair was all drenched down, from when he came to the Wall-2-Wall Mart to get out of the rain. His piercing blue eyes were now duller that they had ever been, they had lost their spark. His black hoodie and pants were also drenched to the core, the former bearing a Valentine heart engulfed in cold blue fire, representing that all that was left of his eaten away heart, a cold, empty void.
He clutched the photo in his hands, and ripped it in half. They were both gone, Danny Fenton was no more. Only the twisted madness remained.
