-still on the floor-

-kicks her into closet- She's so useless right now.

Amen to that. Anyways, I'm Shiny-sama, and I am your author's note woman for today. I can't believe this story is almost over. I'm your review replier, and I am happy to say that this has been one of my greatest joys to write and see your reactions to. And we toppled 100 reviews. pearl84, you have our gratitude, and we are forever indebted to you for that wondrous number. You've got a LONG CHAPTER coming. Lucky you people.

Spoilers for Danny's Cry- Danny's opening and closing segments

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11. Falling from the Heavens

Danny

I was falling. Falling so many feet in less than seconds. Not only was I falling literally, but figuratively, too. My world was collapsing right on top of me, as if I was some sort of ghost about to hit the planet at full force. Which I was- a half-ghost, that is. As a breed of that relation, you'd think this wouldn't stop me from dying a miserable, painful, agonizingly long death of around five hundred feet.

Lies and more lies.

I'm Danny Phantom, and I am Amity Park's protector. I live every day to keep the citizens safe, keep the dream alive for a better tomorrow, and keep my identity a secret. There are days when I wish I wasn't a half-ghost, half-human. Those days pass quickly, though. I use my powers for those who need protection from they who are evil, sadistic, cruel, and everything in between.

None of them are as evil as the one I was facing now.

I know him by one name alone, but no one refers to him by that name. They don't even know he exists, and if they do, it's by pure accident or coincidence. Or it's one of the few people I will trust with my life and my secret. He's not one of them. This man is the one I would kill to keep my dream alive of staying who I am today. And no matter what he says, I will never be the son he wants me to be.

His name is Plasmius. Vlad Plasmius to be exact.

No one

The trio finally dropped their book bags on the ground, running towards the park. Tucker's PDA was out as he moved the camera with the stylus. He stopped for a moment, blinking. "I don't see them anywhere," he told them worriedly.

Sam began to run towards the park again, her heart plummeting down to her shoes. If Tucker couldn't find Danny or Vlad using the only camera in the park, chances were pretty good that they were fighting somewhere more remote. Sam hated that word remote. She hated thinking about Danny being alone and dying, like he said might happen. She shook her head, taking a slow breath. "Keep looking!"

Sam

All that time I was running to the park, I kept thinking that Danny would still be alive and well. He would be fighting Vlad to the bitter end. I'd have to make sure of that. I slipped on my Fenton Headset, yelling into it as I ran. "Danny! Danny!"

No response. I growled, trying to change the frequency. Tucker had made it easier to listen for anything that could have Danny's voice in it, but it's hard to say whether or not it worked. I turned the tuner slightly. "Danny! Damnit, Danny, come on!"

Still nothing. I took off the headset and urged my legs to move faster. The closer I got to the park, the worse I felt. I'm not sure if it's dehydration or what, but I could feel my head spinning intensely. Jazz and Tucker were yelling things in my direction, but it isn't safe to say what it was. I just wanted to reach Danny.

I just wanted to reach the one person I really cared about in my life.

Jazz

I didn't know that Sam could run that fast when she really wanted to. Don't get me wrong, I was worried, too. After all, he is my brother.

But I think we share something more now.

Siblings tend to have a bond that's unknown to the human heart. It amazes me that no one can seem to recognize that I love my little brother with all my heart. And not just because he's the superhero of Amity Park. No, I think it's something so much more than that. I think I look up to him for his heroic acts to the city and the fact that he can balance schoolwork, ghost fighting, and that raving lunatic of a mayor.

My feet were pounding the dirt as we entered the park, searching for any signs of Danny. I glanced around and finally turned my gaze towards the skies. My voice caught in my throat. It couldn't be. It just… couldn't be.

Danny was falling from the skies, his limp body now arched, and back barreling towards the ground. His hands were towards the skies, limply wriggling.

I opened my mouth, nothing but gasps escaping me. Danny was falling…

Vlad

I crossed my arms. The boy had deserved what I did to him. He was much too powerful to be kept alive. More powerful than myself. I hate it when people- or half ghosts- decide to try and become better than me, whether it is for the better or worse. He's a pain to begin with. All that incessant babbling about me being the ultimate evil besides this other… being, I guess. Told me about this Dan fellow who is worse than me.

Worse than me? That must be bad.

But if he was that bad, wouldn't he have already killed Daniel by now?

He was annoying. Yes, that was the word I was searching for. Daniel was exceedingly annoying. I smirked in his direction. He's eyes were sill full of tears, blood slipping of the cuts on his face. He wanted mercy for his life. But I was not feeling merciful. I hated him with a passion. He was fifty feet away from the ground.

There was no way I could save him. I wouldn't save him. He needed to learn what I had gone through- the pain of this curse of being a half ghost. I wanted him to hurt, to cry out in pain.

I smiled. I would not save him from his fate.

Tucker

I found Danny as my feet hit the grass, glasses slipping off my nose slightly.

Actually, I didn't find him. I saw him falling from the air.

I'll just get this out: I have never dropped my PDA in my entire life. Never. And yet, I couldn't help but skid in the grass and stare at the horrifying event unfolding before my fifteen year old eyes. Danny's suit was ripped to shreds, his arm limply flailing as his body hurtled towards the ground. Plasmius was floating some one hundred feet up, glaring at Danny with those hate-filled eyes he always gives us.

I really had no idea what to do. Actually, I kind of did.

"Danny!" I screamed. "Danny, c'mon! Get up!"

Danny

I tried to blink the tears out of my eyes, but they just kept streaming out like a river. And with the fact my blood was now mixing with it… can you please just sayew for me? Really. I've never actually had that happen to me, but I guess there's a first time for everything. Although I really didn't plan on falling to my death because of a certain unnamed fruit loop who decided to kill me.

But when I heard Tucker's voice, it kind of stirred something within me. I'm not kidding. My hands glowed slightly, and I tried to fire a ghost ray at Plasmius. It worked, but it barely even nicked him. Kinda melted to goop on his arm. He brushed it away, glaring at me with disgust. "Fool," he seemed to mouth. "You'velost."

Me, lose? Now that was the first time Vlad had spoken the truth. I really had kind of lost. Look at me. I'm hurtling towards the Earth at probably sixty miles on hour, twenty-five feet away from hitting solid concrete. Now don't you tell that I haven't lost. I'm about to die!

I think.

Jazz

He was dead. If that fall from the skies didn't kill him, I definitely would. What the hell was he thinking? Going off to see Vlad to supposedly have a death matchwith him? Could he get any stupider? AT ALL?!

I retract my former statement about Vlad not having the capacity to kill someone. From what I heard about Danny's essay from Sam and Tucker, I think it's definitely safe to say that Vlad had more than a few feathers ruffled. Danny rattled more than his cage with that essay… he must have fried a few brain cells and murdered his heart to write something like that. I don't blame Vlad for being upset, but…

Killing my brother is taking it much too far. I stood there, hand over my mouth in shock. "Danny," I whispered fearfully. "You've got to get up. Please get up. Fight Vlad! I know you can!"

My voice was now rising to a scream.

"Danny Fenton! You stop falling this instant and you fight that bastard! DO YOU HEAR ME?!"

I know he can't hear me, though. It's like talking to a brick wall. The law of science prevails in this fight as his body comes hurtling towards the ground. He can't hear me at all. His body is still pummeling towards the ground.

I can't stop my own brother from falling. I can't stop my tears from falling down my face.

Vlad

Oh, god. The infamous other musketeers are here to witness Daniel's downfall.

That only means more pain for them and more thrill rush for me.

Ah. That gives me a nice idea. Calculating the trajectory of Daniel's body from where he was now (twenty-five feet away) to the ground, I should be able to reach him within a matter of… I'd say perhaps twelve seconds. I can bring him back and beat him mercilessly once again. There was still plenty of hatred left within me, and I was willing to dish out more hurt against the young boy.

No one would hurt him but…

But…

Jasmine.

I stopped, thinking for a moment. Jasmine was just like my sister, Kelsey. She could be a bit of a pain, but honestly, she meant well. She died around five years ago.

Maybe I could let her see him one last time before he died.

No. Best let her watch for herself.

Still…

Tucker

What else was I supposed to do?! God, he was falling to fast for any of us to do anything about it. I really don't think he's going to cheat death outta this one, though.

No, I mean it. Don't get me wrong, Danny's been in a lot of hard places before.

This one, though…

It just doesn't seem possible.

Jazz looks about ready to kill someone, and Sam…

Well, I don't know. She's simply standing there with this horrified look on her face, gaping at Danny's descent.

Someone wake me up from this… anyone…

Sam

He's less than twelve feet away from the ground, and Plasmius is speeding towards him like nothing I've ever seen before. His hands are out, as if he's trying to reach for him and strangle him. If he doesn't reach Danny in time, I'm going to have to strangle him. I mean it. Plasmius has done enough, if not too much, damage for one day.

I can't take it anymore.

I ran to where Danny was falling. Tears blurred my vision as I made a beeline for what could have been my last chance to see my best friend. I swallowed, took a deep breath and screamed, "I LOVE YOU!"

There. I said it. I love Danny Fenton.

He's five feet away now, his hands still flailing wildly. Plasmius is around ten feet away.

This isn't happening. Please say this isn't happening.

No one

Tucker tripped over himself, rushing to Sam. "Wait!" he yelled. "Sam, what're you doing!?"

The Goth was oblivious to the techno-geek's voice as she stood there, hands up against her heart, screaming at the top of her lungs. Jazz followed suit, now sobbing. Her own brother, victim to possibly the cruelest man in the world. What happened? What signs had she missed? Was she a failure as a sister?

Plasmius' own shout of "DANIEL!" could be heard as he sped faster and faster towards the boy. His hands were stretched out as far as they could reach as he tried to grab Danny's flailing hand.

Danny closed his eyes, smiling slightly to himself.

One second…

There was a bone-shattering CRACK as the boy's limp figure slammed into the concrete. A small indent was made in the ground, blood now pooling out. He stayed there, his arms sprawled out, the blood from his nose flowing down his cheeks. He simply lay there, not moving for a moment before making a soft moan.

Danny

And as I crash to the concrete, my back crunching, head spinning and heart stopped, I think about my duty to the city.

And I know I have failed.

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