Danny Phantom: War On Justice, Chapter 4
Zattana awoke with a gasp to see a familiar, and beautiful frozen lake surrounded by snow covered trees. It was beautiful, but, Crap its cold. Zattana shivered as her breath frosted the air. Suddenly she felt a warm blanket drape over the pajamas she was wearing. She turned to see him standing there with a warm smile on his face, however rather then his usual armor he was dressed in a white fur lined jacket, pants and boots. "Are you quite all right?" Zattana calmed down with a visible force of effort. "No, I am not, The last thing I remember was falling asleep in my bed, then I woke up here." The man nodded in confirmation. "Actually you are still asleep in your bed. Do you remember when I told you I was ruler of the afterlife?" Zattana nodded. "Well… Have you ever heard of sleep as referred to as the little death?"
Zattana nodded again before the magnitude of his statement hit her like a freight train.
"You mean to tell me, that you can even get to us in our sleep?!" The man nodded absentmindedly as he strapped on a pair of ice skates. "Wait, how are you talking to me?" The man raised an eyebrow. "With my mouth…?" Zattana swore in exasperation. "NO. I meant how are you not talking like the old testament. The mans face became an O of understanding. "Oh, thats really quite simple, right now while we are in your mind, you are unconsciously translating both of our speech patterns into a style that you most easily understand."
Zattana nodded, it sounded like similar to some of the translation spells she knew. Abruptly the man stood up and started walking on his skates toward the frozen lake. Zattana mumbled in disgruntlement, "Bring me into some weird mind, tell me about some even weirder translation mind talk, then just up and ignore me without even told what your name is-"
Zattana stopped as the man abruptly turned around and grinned at her. "Thats right, I haven't really told you my name, truth is I don't really have one. I am so old that quite frankly I've forgotten my name. Thats why I use the bible verses, They were something that I was able learn even while imprisoned." Zattana cocked her head curiously. "If your so old, how do you even know the Bible exists?" The man sighed. "I was jailed by the main character."
Zattana paused.
"YOU WERE IMPRISONED BY JESUS?!"
The man sighed. "Yes, now could please stop shouting?"
Zattana started stuttering. "But-what, WHY?!"
The man frowned. "Do you remember when I told that rather nasty caveman that my name was legion?" Zattana nodded. "Well technically that wasn't a lie, by that time I was already a fair bit crazy from being alive so long, then I kinda tried scaring the crap out of some jerk who had invaded my area through the duplication trick I used at your space station, he kinda then through me into a blessed box that kept me imprisoned until recently."
"Wait so you, are, the biblical legion?"
"Yep."
"Huh, totally not gonna call you that." The man nodded. "Fine with me, hated being known as legion." Zattana suddenly snapped your fingers.
"What about Phantom?" The man stared at her, the flame that made up his hair flaring and dimming wildly while his pure white eyes.
"Why… Why would you suggest Phantom?"
Zattana shrugged. "Didn't you say you were the king of ghost? Well another word for ghosts is Phantom." The man nodded absently, and muttered to himself. "Yes that makes sense, perfect sense in fact, no destiny here…" Zattana looked at him weirdly. "So I can call you Phantom right?"
Phantom nodded which prompted Zattana to grin. "So, Phantom… Why did you bring me here?" Phantom scratched his head, revealing an elaborate black ring that unsettled Zattana. "Quite frankly, I am going to bring the entire young justice team into their mindscapes and attempt to get you all to stand down."
"Why?"
Phantom frowned. "I don't kill kids, even kids as corrupted as you all." Zattana gritted her teeth. Got to remember that he is powerful enough to take on the founder single handedly.
"What do you mean Corrupted?" Phantom frowned as he scratched his head furiously. "Quite frankly anyone with powers wether magical, genetic or otherwise is a significant disturbance to the afterlife." Zattana motioned for him to keep explaining. "Picture the afterlife as a cup of water." And abruptly a cup half filled with water was in his hands. "The afterlife is slowly filled by ghosts who either met violent ends or have unfinished business." As Harry talked the cup filled with water. "Now of course, ghosts naturally disappear over time as they age, are destroyed, or manage to fulfill their obsessions in a few rare cases." And now the cup began emptying until it was back to halfway. Phantom paused, and then the cup began filling rapidly and spilling over the sides. "But now with heroes and villains, the afterlife is full to bursting, ghosts are packed end to end, bodies are stacked like cord wood as we desperately claw at each other for space, as new ghosts get sent into the empty, and quite frankly, it is the fault of every hero and villain." As he finished Phantom crushed the cup viciously, and his eyes flashed as he took several deep breaths.
Silence rained for a few brief moments before Zattana asked hesitantly. "So… What are you going to do?" Phantom visibly calmed himself before turning to Zattana. "I shall attempt to have you 'Young Justice' team stand down before the true war begins."
"And if they don't?"
Phantoms eyes began to glow, the flame that made up his hair flared, sending wisps of flame dozens of feet into the air, the shadows around him began to warp and twist as spoke.
"Then by the might I have earned through my thousands of years upon this earth, I shall scour you, your team, any one who knows of your team from this earth, and any record of your team. The only way any people will remember you will be the horrific way in which I kill you. Your very names will become synonymous with a painful death."
AN.
So, M.G. get to your story yet?
Nope, and I don't intend to let him to.
He did say that you thought his authors notes were funny…
Ugh. No.
Anyway, don't you think the last threat in this chapter was a little harsh?
No.
Fine.
Darn right I am. Back to the point, Cookie if you can guess which author I am.
