Restless
Summary: Dan (Dark) escapes a year after him being imprisoned and has plans to take over the world - again. However, things have changed since Dark Phantom last saw the present, and Danny has been getting ... restless. So Dark decides to help Danny down his new path.
Warnings: Future slash(DarkxDanny, maybe others), almost definate rating increase, insanity, character death, probable torture and violence and misery etc. There's violence and more character death in this chapter, SO BE WARNED.
Disclaimer: See chapter 2.
A/N: Hello there, my darlings! ... Or, rather, should I say, darling. Yes, the sad truth of it all, is that I only recieved ONE review last chapter, and that was from the wonderfully marvelous: xXxMartelxXx. Yes, I know it's shocking. But really. It's truely disheartening to see that six people have alerted this story, and seven people have faved it (I don't know if they're the same people, but to be quite honest, I just don't feel like looking) and yet I only have one review. I tried really hard with that last chapter, it was twice as long as the others, and I don't get a little five second sentance saying 'I liked this' or something similar?
So, as thanks to Martel, I am dedicating this chapter to you. Because quite honestly, you're the only one who has actually made me feel like writing.
xXxMartelxXx - Hehe, thank you! I have to say, I'm thinking the same thing about this fic myself.
Ahahaha, what do you expect from something that's made from tofu? And other horrific Ultra-Recyclo-Vegetarian ingrediants. O_e
It's quite possible I should have gone with that, but then everytime I re-read that chapter I would have gotten blood all over my clothes, and my mum would have been annoyed.
It's seems you're the only one who thinks that, sadly.
Great, now I'll be picturing the same thing. ... Crap, I actually can't yawn properly now because I keep seeing Dannys face splitting in half and stopping yawning to laugh. Gee, thanks. *Grumbles*
No innocent blinking, I know what you were thinking. *Sticks tongue out at you* Ahahahaha, I just noticed, I rhymed. And it's twice as funny after 3 am. Which it is as I'm writing this.
Chapter 4
Daniel Fenton, AKA Danny, was not having the best day.
He had forgotten his Math homework, on account of the fact he was sleep-depraved, he had been shoved into a locker about five times, he had English next, and ... Dash Baxter was coming his way with a smirk plastered across his thick face. And it was only the begining of lunch. Joy.
'Hey, Fen-turd!' the Jock shouted, grinning stupidly at his favourite nickname for Danny. 'I heard that on Monday a ghost exploded your desk! And that you were so scared you didn't come into school the next day!' Dash and his cronies laughed as Danny gripped his fork tightly, his knuckles whitening. Danny was angry. He didn't know why, he normally just ignored Dash, but he felt like he needed to lash out, to make the bully hurt. Danny was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he hadn't noticed his fork had melted into a puddle of molten metal and was burning the table.
'Look, Dash, I'm really not in the mood for you and your boyfriends to be talking about something you have no fucking clue about, okay?' the smaller teen retorted, standing up suddenly. The cafeteria had gone deathly still. Sam and Tucker were shooting each other worried glances, staring at Danny with a slight scared look on their faces.
'Did you just call me a queer, Fenton?' Dash hissed.
'What, are you deaf as well?' Danny snapped, stepping closer to the towering jock. 'Why don't you go and suck off one of your boyfriends instead of bothering me?'
That was too much for Dash. He roared and grabbed Danny by his tee-shirt collar, lifting him off his feet. But the halfa was ready. He swung his fist, hitting the blond square in the jaw, making him loosen his grip, dazedly. Danny pried the fingers off his shirt, dropping to the floor before launching his foot into Dashs' gut, flooring the teen.
Aside from the jocks pained groaning and Dannys slight panting, the cafeteria was as silent as a grave. Nobody moved, too shocked to say or do anything.
'MR. FENTON!' a voice roared out. Danny spun around to find Mr. Lancer elbowing his way through the students. 'Mr. Fenton, do you care to explain your actions?' Lancer asked, placing his hands on his rather pudgy hips.
'I - '
'That simply isn't good enough,' said the English teacher, not giving Danny any time to explain himself. The halfa growled lowly in his throat, his eyes flashing neon green for a second. Thankfully Mr. Lancer was too preoccupied with looking at the groaning blond clutching his stomach on the floor to notice.
'Right, to my office, Mr. Fenton,' Lancer scowled, turning sharply and beckoning for the seething teen to follow.
A quick trip down the hall later and the two were stood in the office, which was actually just a tiny room off the English class, which was empty.
'Picking fights in school is just not acceptable, Mr. Fenton,' began Lancer. 'Ababababab!(1)' he interupted Danny as the angry teen opened his mouth to speak. 'Your two-bit excuses aren't satisfactory, Mr. Fenton, so I don't expect to hear them. What were you thinking ... '
Danny was furious. Lancer wasn't even listening to him. All the angry halfa could hear in his ears was ringing. He could see Lancers mouth moving, but nothing was coming out. Danny was getting a headache from clenching his teeth together in an effort to stop himself from yelling at the stupid teacher.
'Who does he think he is, shouting at you for teaching that idiot a lesson?' Dark hissed in Dannys head. Danny refused to answer. He was scared he might start agreeing with the voice. Which was starting to sound a lot more convincing than yesterday.
'I think you should teach him a lesson, too,' Dark said, and Danny could almost see the glare on the evil ghosts face as he said that.
'Make him pay for always picking on you and favouring that blond idiot, despite the fact it is always him.' Dannys eye twitched.
'Mr. Fenton, are you even listening to me!' roared Lancer. Danny snapped.
His eyes glowed a bright unearthly green, and the halfa grabbed his English teacher by the throat. 'Daniel ... ?' the overweight teacher stammmered, trying and failing to prise the teens fingers off his neck.
'No, Mr. Lancer, I wasn't listening to you, and to be quite honest, I never do. You're a ridiculous waste of space, and entirely usless as a teacher. Not to mention the fact you are completely biased towards the popular kids. Well, guess what? Every time I needed to leave the classroom, or I was late to a lesson, or I didn't have time to do my homework, it's because I was busy fighting ghosts.' Danny backed the teacher into the wall, the hand still around his throat, tightening it so that the middle-aged man was rasping for every breath.
'Considering you're supposed to be so clever, I'm surprised you never noticed. Danny Fenton, Danny Phantom?' The teen shrugged as he turned into Phantom-mode, smirking as Lancers eyes widened.
'Oh, well.' With that sentiment, Danny threw the teacher to the floor and shot a glob of ectoplasm around his mouth as he balled his hand into a fist and plunged it into Lancers ample stomach, spraying the room in a shower of blood as the English teacher gave a muffled scream of agony behind the gag.
Pulling, Danny withdrew a fistful of intestines from the mans gut and wrapped them around his throat, suffocating him slowly with his own organs. Lancer thrashed about, but to no avail. He was weak from the bloodloss, pain and lack of oxygen. After a few seconds he didn't have enough energy to lift his arms more than a few centimeters. The halfa smiled as the teacher went limp in his arms, keeping the grip around his neck, just to be sure he was dead.
The teen glanced over at Lancers desk and saw a letter knife. On impulse, he grabbed it, ripping open Lancers shirt. Using the knife, he carved 'Dark Danny was here ;)' into the skin, smirking at his work.
All of a sudden something clicked in Dannys head and he dropped the knife, falling backwards, shuffling away from the corpse on the floor. He just killed Lancer. He just killed Lancer. He just killed Lancer!
Danny was shaking. What had he done? There was no excuse for this, there wasn't even a universe in which this might have been okay! There was only one place Danny could go, one person he could get help from.
Clockwork.
Turning invisible and intangible, the terrified halfa flew out of school and back towards his house. He had to get to Clockwork.
A/N: Whoo, violence! And disemboweling! Good times. What's gonna happen when Danny finds out that Clockworks dead? Ahahahaha, you'll have to review and find out! Bwahahaha!
(1) It's that annoying noise your parents make when they're treating you like a five-year-old who stole a cookie before dinner and you're trying to explain why it was okay. Know what I'm talking about?
Quick Question: Should I put the rating up now, or should I wait until later?