Memories
A Danny Phantom/Teen Titans crossover
Chapter 11
ML: Ok, one thing to say before you read. There is a distinct Star Wars-y vibe to this chapter. I know it, I acknowledge it. There was no way of avoiding it. Just ignore it, please. I know that it might make you giggle, but just focus on these cartoon universes. Please and thank you.
"I'm really not so sure about this, Sam," Tucker said nervously, staring at his Goth friend with an uneasy expression. The two were standing across the street from Fenton Works, dredging up the courage to sneak in and find a way to use the portal without any of the Fenton's knowing. Needless to say, neither teen was ready to move anytime soon. "I mean, we've been to the Ghost Zone before an' all, but –" Danny's always been there with us. The boy didn't say the last part, but both teenagers could grasp the unspoken message. Tucker suppressed a sigh and looked away. He'd been trying to keep a straight face for his parents and friends, but he couldn't hold in his emotions any longer.
He missed Danny. He wanted to know where his best friend was; he deserved to at least know that. And Tucker knew his friend was still alive out there … he refused to believe anything else. But they had tried everything to find him … and it hadn't worked. What was there left for them to do?
"We have to try, Tuck," Sam said adamantly, placing a hand on Tuck's arm, attempting to give the techno geek strength from her gaze. "We have to do this."
Tucker took a shuddering breath and nodded quickly. "Yeah, yeah, you're right," he said, his eyes sliding to the Fenton home behind them. "We can do this."
Sam sent him a winsome grin, following his stare so she was facing Danny's home. "Ok, we know Mr. and Mrs. Fenton aren't home," she said seriously, nodding her head at the empty spot that was ordinarily occupied by the Fenton RV. "So there's still a possibility that Jazz is here … which means, we gotta be quiet."
"So, we're going around the back?" Tuck murmured, his eyebrows drawn together in thought. He didn't really want to think about what Jazz would do if she caught them trying to sneak into the Ghost Zone. It'd be messy, that's for sure. He jumped in surprise when Sam's hand clamped down on his wrist, and she roughly dragged him forward, heading for the backyard of the Fenton home. The two teens slipped through the fence and came to a halt on either side of the back door.
Sam bent down and pulled out the spare key from underneath a ghost-like garden gnome, before sticking it in the lock. She held her breath, biting her bottom lip as she slowly turned the key, wincing at the click that signified the unlocking of the door. Sheesh, could that have been any louder? She quietly inched the door open and peered inside, taking in the empty kitchen with relief. Sam held her hand out, warning Tucker to stay put, before she stepped inside, her boots squeaking slightly on the linoleum floor.
The dark haired girl held her breath as she did a quick scan of the surrounding kitchen and the living room beyond, but everything was quiet. Either Jazz was gone too – which was a distinct possibility – or she was up in her room doing who knows what. Sam wasn't going to sit still to find out.
She waved Tuck in, and he appeared behind her, his nerves quite obvious to the girl. Sam crept forward and grasped the doorknob that led to the basement as Tuck silently closed the back door behind her. Once the basement door was open, the two teenagers crept down the stairs and into the lab. Tucker couldn't help but feel uneasy at how dark and silent it was … everything was off; even the Ghost Portal was closed.
"I guess Mr. and Mrs. Fenton haven't been in the lab lately," Tuck murmured, standing awkwardly by the stairs as Sam hustled over to the Specter Speeder.
The Goth girl paused for a moment, her shoulders tensed. They hadn't actually seen Danny's parents since the first day he'd gone missing, but Sam had heard that they hadn't stopped looking for Danny since then. She was worried about them. "Yeah," Sam muttered. "I guess they haven't."
Tucker took that as his hint to move, and he went to the panel beside the Ghost Portal. He tapped in the override and the doors slid open, revealing the swirling green energy of the Ghost Zone. It was definitely more ominous since the last time he'd seen it. "Sam?" he called, hurriedly backing away from the portal. "Not to bother you or anything, but … why exactly are we going in there?" He pointed nervously at the Ghost Zone.
Sam ignored him for a few moments as she tinkered with the start-up for the Speeder, before it grumbled to life. She poked her head back out of the open door and motioned for Tucker to get in. He did … somewhat unwillingly. "We never checked the Ghost Zone thoroughly," she explained, grasping the wheel of the craft. "I want to look around more … maybe we can even find Clockwork somehow."
Tucker sent her a skeptical look, and she added, "It's worth a shot, Tuck. I can't just sit her doing nothi-"
Sam broke off when she glanced out the front window of the Specter Speeder and saw Jazz standing in front of the Ghost portal, her arms crossed over her chest and a glare that could melt acid planted on her face. "What are you two doing?" Jazz growled.
"Uh …" Tucker chuckled uncertainly. "We were just going sight-seeing?"
-T-
Plasmius stared down at the purple haired witch with an annoyed expression. The foolish girl had actually managed to keep him at bay much longer than he had anticipated. He'd almost had Daniel in his grasp, but she had stopped him. Well, he had come too far to lose the boy now, especially not to a mere teenage girl. The man charged up a strong blast of ecto-energy in his palms, aiming them down at the unconscious Raven.
"Have a good rest, my dear," he said, smirking slightly. His ecto-energy increased, casting his face into an eerie pink glow. "A permanent one."
"No! Stop!" a young voice screamed from the older half-ghost's left. His eyes widened in shock, and he wheeled around only to be body checked in the stomach. Plasmius gasped in surprise and pain as he was pushed to the ground, something heavy landing on top of his chest. On instinct, the man bucked his lower body off the ground, throwing the thing off of him. He jumped back to his feet, his left hand gingerly touching his chest.
The man's eyebrows immediately rose, and his mouth gaped open a bit. Staring at him with a livid expression was Phantom, the real Phantom; the white haired, green eyed Phantom. It was the half-ghost Plasmius had come to know as Danny Phantom.
How did he access his ghost powers? It's not possible. He shouldn't know how to do that. Plasmius ran his eyes over the teenager, noticing thoughtfully how Daniel's outfit had changed. He no longer wore his black and white jumpsuit, but more of a ghostly version of the clothes he had just bought. His pants were an odd, icy blue and white camouflage pattern, his boots a shiny, black color with pure white tipped toes. His upper body was clad in a black long sleeved shirt that also had glowing white lines running around the edges of it. The beanie on the teen's head had taken on a bright silver color with smatterings of blue, and his hair was also pure white.
Plasmius slowly lowered his hand from his chest, standing up to his full height so he towered over the crouching teenager. The boy's green eyes momentarily flicked to the unmoving Raven before settling back on Plasmius, igniting in a furious glow. "Don't touch my friends," Daniel growled, raising his body up, his shoulders drawn back and fists clenched.
Hm … he's grown, hasn't he? And I see he has actually managed to put some muscle on. Interesting. Plasmius smirked down at the confused little half-ghost, crossing his arms behind his back.
"My, my, someone has grown up," the man said, taking a step towards the boy. Daniel immediately raised his fists in a defensive position, eyes narrowed dangerously. Plasmius suddenly sighed and tutted, shaking his head. "Come now, Daniel. Is that any way to greet your father?"
Plasmius watched in amusement as the boy's furious stance faltered, his green eyes shooting wide open. He took a step backwards, shaking his head dully. "I … you're not – my name isn't … no," Daniel stammered, a hand reaching up to grab his forehead. He squinted his eyes, his jaw clenching tightly, the muscles in his cheeks becoming rigid. It looked like he was in pain.
Ah. He must be trying to remember his past, Plasmius realized, an interested gleam coming to his eyes. It seemed the Plasmius Eraser had done its job well. Daniel was just as confused as when he woke up for the first time. Which means it is time to begin what I've been planning for far too long.
"Yes, Daniel," Plasmius said, his voice softening, losing the sharp edge he had been using for the past few minutes. "You are my son." He took another step closer to the boy, raising a hand in front of his body and morphing his expression into that of a concerned parent. This wasn't exactly hard for him. He had always held fatherly feelings for Daniel. The boy had just never seen him as that in return. But now … now everything had changed.
"N-no," Daniel murmured, his voice sounding a bit raspy. He stared down at the ground, his chest rising and falling quickly. "My name is-isn't Daniel … it-it can't be." He looked up at Plasmius, his eyes round with confusion and fear. "Y-you're lying! You're not my dad!"
Plasmius shook his head, his expression becoming hurt. "On the contrary, son. I am your father … I've been looking for you for weeks." He moved closer, but the boy didn't even seem to notice because he was so wrapped up in his inner turmoil. "You-you lost your memory, Daniel. It was a horrible accident." Plasmius breathed in raggedly, really playing up his own grief. He stared sadly down at Daniel. "It was my fault. I'm sorry, son."
Daniel continued to shake his head slowly, though he was beginning to look less sure of himself, his resolve was cracking under Plasmius' apparent truthful statements. Yes, that's right, boy. I am your father now, not that oaf of a man Jack Fenton. Plasmius thought, smiling evilly on the inside while on the outside his expression was still sad and remorseful.
"B-but you're a ghost," Daniel suddenly whispered, raising his eyes back to the man's face. "I'm not a ghost. You can't be my dad!"
"Oh, Daniel," Plasmius said quietly, placing a hand on the boy's right shoulder. Daniel didn't even move to push it away. He just stared up into Plasmius' eyes with the innocence only a child can possess. "I'm not a full ghost … I'm half, just as you are, son. Look at yourself, my boy. You somehow managed to access your ghost side. I'm sorry."
"What are you talk-?" Daniel's words died in his throat as he stared down at his hands, taking in his slightly glowing skin with wide eyes. "Oh my god," he gasped, green eyes shooting back up to Vlad's face. "What? How? I-I don't understand."
Plasmius bit his bottom lip in mock anxiety, taking a shuddering breath. "I am only half-ghost, Daniel. You are too because you are my son." Moving slowly, Plasmius bent at the waist and wrapped his arms around Daniel in a comforting hug. The boy went stiff in his grasp, his breathing picking up tenfold. Plasmius opened his mouth to say some encouraging words to the teenager, when an enormous explosion rocked the food court.
The elder half-ghost's eyes shot to the site of the explosion, and he let go of Daniel in time to see a literal army of robots pouring through the gap between two stores, leaping over the crumbled walls and broken plaster. What is going on? Where did they come from?
"My name … is Phantom." Vlad suddenly heard the boy whisper, and he swiveled around to look down at him, only to find that Daniel was no longer there.
"Daniel?" he asked, but the teen was gone, and he had taken the unconscious girl with him. "Cheese logs," Vlad whispered harshly under his breath. Where did the boy go? And I was so close too. He knew it would do no good to go after Daniel now. He would be much too confused to actually be reasoned with.
And not to mention Skulker is still fighting those two children. As pathetic as that sounds. He sighed angrily, clenching his hands into fists.
The older half-ghost turned his furiously glowing red eyes onto the wave of orange and black robots stalking towards him, his hands beginning to glow a fierce pink. He raised his hands and fired at them, shouting in rage. At least he had something to take his anger out on.
-T-
Robin and Cyborg had walked into total chaos. The Boy Wonder's masked eyes widened upon seeing a mass of heaving Slade bots fighting the rest of his team, and two other men who he could only assume were "Skulker and Plasmius," in the middle of the food court. He immediately snapped out of his shock and began shouting orders at Cyborg, "Go find Star and Beast Boy. Help them in anyway you can. I'm going after Phantom and Raven."
Robin took off in one direction, while Cyborg ran in the other, his arm cannon already charging up with a bright blue light. Robin gritted his teeth, whipping out his bo-staff to smash a robot's head off its shoulders. I knew Slade was back! He jumped into the air, swinging his staff at another robot, taking its arm off at the shoulder. Now here's the proof. The teen scanned the battle with narrowed eyes, taking in just how many bots there were.
It was like a miniature army. A small smile of relief came to his face when he saw Cyborg fighting alongside Starfire and BB, the three of them steadily taking out robots right and left. Now where's Phantom and Rae? Robin couldn't see them anywhere. Had Phantom turned them both invisible to hide?
"Phantom! Raven!" he shouted over the sounds of battle, mowing his way through the bots without losing stride. "Where are you?" As Robin threw an exploding disk into the middle of a group of robots, blowing them into a hundred pieces, his eyes landed on the glowing form of Skulker, and they narrowed in anger.
Time for round two. He growled and charged at the ghost, using his staff as a temporary shield to plow easily through the bots and up to Skulker. Before the floating being could turn to him, Robin leapt up, driving his staff down onto Skulker's shoulders, just below his head. The ghost cried out, sparks shooting from his robotic suit as he fell from the air, landing roughly on his back on the ground below.
Robin dropped down beside him, an intense expression on his face. "So good to see you again," the Boy Wonder growled, expertly twirling his weapon through his fingers as he advanced on the injured Skulker. "But this time you aren't getting away."
Skulker propped his body up on his elbows, and as his green eyes landed on Robin, a smirk broke out on his face. "Ah, whelp," he said, sounding as if he were happy to see the boy. He slowly stood up, his movements a bit jerky as if his suit was malfunctioning; perhaps it was. Skulker popped his neck to the side, swinging his right arm out to crush a Slade bot's chest with one hit. It collapsed to the ground in a sparking heap. "I see you would like to continue our game."
Robin smirked without humor. "Something like that," he said and jumped forward, driving his staff directly at Skulker's face. The ghost parried Robin's attack with his glowing machete, holding the teenager at bay with a slight movement of his strong arm.
"Then let us finish this," Skulker said, pushing Robin back. "I think I would like to have your pelt on my wall."
Robin's face scrunched up in distaste. Ok, that's gross. Shaking the thought away, he charged back at Skulker, a battle cry escaping his lips. The fight had just begun.
-T-
Her head hurt … right in the back of her skull … where it couldn't possibly be more painful. Raven groaned softly, her body shifting a bit against … something. She couldn't exactly tell what it was. It felt like arms … but it couldn't possibly be. They were much too cold, anyone with this body temperature was either dead, or made of ice. And considering she didn't know anyone with those character traits, she was more than a bit confused. Her head flopped to the side, her forehead touching someone's chest that was equally as cold as the arms. What is going on? Well, opening my eyes would help.
Ever so slowly, the girl cracked her eyes open, staring at the slightly glowing chest of an unknown person. She raised her eyes a millimeter and saw a bit of the person's face, gasping slightly. His hair was … white? And his eyes … they were glowing green. The eyes shifted down to her face and brightened with a happy glow … literally. He gently set her down on the ground with her back propped up against a wall.
She stared up at him in confusion and as he bent down to get a better look at her, Raven snapped her leg out, kicking him right beneath the jaw. "Ouch! Raven!" he shouted, stumbling backwards as he held his chin. "It's me!"
"Phantom?" she asked softly, a bit of surprise entering her voice.
The boy nodded, staring down at her in shock. "You just kicked me in the jaw," he said, almost sounding amused, but at the same time his voice was distraught. "Of course it's me, Raven."
"Sorry," Raven answered, finally recognizing him. Once she got past the glowing green eyes and white hair, Raven could tell that it was still the Phantom that she knew. The girl stiffened when she felt the emotions coming off of Phantom. He was in turmoil … his confusion was almost overwhelming to the girl, as was the fear inside of him. She had never felt this from him before, not even when she first met him. It wasn't right. Something must have happened while she was out.
"What happened?" Raven said, gently touching her tender skull. There was a large bump on the back of her head. She made a mental note to fix it up when she had more energy to do so.
Phantom's hands clenched into fists, and he angrily breathed out through his nose, eyes glowing a bit brighter. "Plasmius," he spat the name out as if it burned his tongue. The boy's anger seemed to deflate, and he slowly uncoiled his tense muscles, sighing quietly. "He somehow … duplicated himself and snuck up behind you … I tried to stop him, but I wasn't fast enough. I'm sorry."
Raven held up a hand, wincing slightly from Phantom's guilty emotions. "It's ok. I'm fine." She slowly stood up, ignoring the concerned emotions radiating from the boy. Raven froze when the sounds of battle registered in her ears for the first time. "What's going on? Who's fighting?" she asked, walking towards the sounds. She poked her head around the corner, her eyes widening upon seeing the raging fight between Slade bots and her teammates.
"I didn't know what to do …" Phantom muttered, appearing at her side. He looked down at her, eyebrows drawn together. "You want to fight?"
"Of course," she answered immediately, pulling her hood up to cover her face. "Stick close to me, and you'll be fine."
The boy breathed out shakily, green eyes staring at the mass of robots. "Right," he said, hands clenching into fists. "No problemo." Raven blinked comfortingly at him and floated into the air, her hands encased in her dark energy. Phantom walked below her, eyes narrowed. "Yeah, it's a good thing there aren't, like, a million of these robot things," he muttered mostly to himself. "'Cause that might be slightly dangerous and everything … But luckily there's only like a thousand …"
"Focus," Raven reprimanded him before raising her hand at the nearest robot and crushing it with a broken table. Phantom winced as the thing was flattened like a pancake, the sound of tearing metal grating against his ears.
As Raven charged forward into the battle, Phantom shook himself and ran after her, his hands unknowingly beginning to glow a fierce green. The boy dove into the fight, swinging and kicking like a madman, while Raven watched his back from above. He ducked under a robot's punch, grabbed its arm as it passed and slammed it back into his assailant's face. Phantom pushed the damaged bot away from him, and he drove a side-kick into the abdomen of another.
Phantom gasped when two robots jumped him at the same time, their heavy weight dragging him to the ground. A fist glanced off the side of his face, and he flinched, covering his head with his arms. The boy felt a blow to his stomach, driving the breath from him. "Ug … get off!" he shouted, coughing loudly. As he threw his arms up, twin blasts of green energy erupted from both of his palms, tossing the robots off him as if they weighed no more than paperclips.
"Wow," Phantom murmured, staring down at the green steam rising from his hands. "That's … pretty cool," he said in awe. The sound of crashing metal pulled him back to the battle, and he leapt up, lips pressed together in a determined frown. He could see across the food court, through the battling robots, the rest of the Teen Titans. Cyborg, Beast Boy, and Starfire were fighting together, making amazing progress against the enemy.
As Phantom watched Starfire fight with her starbolts, he looked down at his palms, still radiating a faint green shine. Well, it's worth a shot … He lifted his right hand and aimed at a nearby robot. Alright … just aim and shoot … Got the aiming down, and the shooting would be – "Wow!" he yelped as an explosion of ecto-energy erupted from his palm and hit the bot head-on, reducing it to a sizzling pile of parts.
Phantom stared at the destroyed robot, grinning wildly. He whooped and began firing left and right, taking off bots arms and legs, chest and heads. He plowed through the battle, Raven still watching over him as she fought above. This makes things a lot easier, I have to admit, he thought, enjoying the feeling of power racing through his body.
He ducked to the right, firing a ball of ectoplasm at two robots. It hit the ground between them, throwing them both in opposite directions. "Ah, don't go all to pieces over me," Phantom joked quietly to himself. The boy yelped and covered his head when a blast of black energy shot over his head and zapped into a robot that had been sneaking up behind him. He turned slowly and stared at it, then up at Raven. "Um, heh, thanks," he said sheepishly.
She stared at him dryly. "As long as you don't make anymore jokes like Beast Boy, I'll keep this between us," she said.
Phantom smiled slightly and made an 'okay' sign with his fingers. "Sounds good." He returned to the battle, slowly making his way towards the center of the food court. The teen winced when a piece of metal sliced across his cheek, reddish green blood welling up from the cut. He ignored it, throwing his hand forward to deliver a powerful palm strike to a robot's chest.
"Crud!" he gasped as a green charge of energy (not Starfire's) flew past his right arm. Phantom spun to the side, barely dodging the attack, though the hot energy sizzled a bit of his new shirt's arm. "What the-?" he started, but broke off as his eyes landed on the sight of Robin facing off against Skulker. "Hey, Raven!" he shouted up at the girl. She looked down at him while smashing a robot with a trashcan. "I'm going to help Robin!" He pointed to the Titan leader, and Raven nodded.
Phantom charged at Skulker, and at the last second he dove through the air, driving his shoulder into the ghost's midsection. Pain roared through his body, and he fell back as did Skulker; though he looked more surprised than hurt. Phantom rubbed his sore shoulder, wincing as he got slowly to his feet beside Robin. The masked teen looked at him, surprise etched across his face.
Phantom grinned slightly at him. "Yeah, kinda freaked me out too," he said, and Robin smirked. "You want to take this guy down?"
Robin spun his bo-staff in his hand and nodded. "After you," he answered, taking a defensive stance.
Skulker stood to his full height and chuckled darkly, the guns on his shoulders still glowing ominously. "Ah, now this is a fight," he growled. "So good to see you again, Whelp."
Robin shared a quick glance with Phantom before looking back at Skulker. "Which one of us are you talking to? It's kind of hard to tell," he joked, and Phantom forced himself to laugh after receiving a look from the Titan leader.
"Bad guys are loosing their clever wit these days, aren't they?" Phantom asked, straining to put an obnoxious grin on his face. He was trying to follow Robin's example. "What a shame."
Skulker narrowed his eyes at the two chuckling teenagers. "Quiet, whelps," he snarled, firing at Phantom and Robin. Moving as one, the boys dove in opposite directions, hitting the ground and rolling back to their feet in almost perfect synchronization. As Robin got his footing, he threw an exploding bird-a-rang at Skulker, while Phantom fired an ecto-blast. The two attacks collided at the same time, creating a bright explosion.
The hunter ghost cried out as he was thrown backwards from the force of the attacks, crashing loudly into a stone pillar. Sparks erupted from his suit, and one of his guns broke completely off. Phantom and Robin didn't give him time to recover. They charged at him, throwing more attacks at the defenseless Skulker. When the smoke cleared, Skulker's robotic suit was in nothing but pieces, a bit of smoke creeping from his dismembered midsection.
Phantom's eyebrows rose to his hairline when he saw the two green legs feebly kicking from Skulker's head. "Huh?" he mumbled, reaching down to grab hold of the legs. He pulled and found that he was holding onto a small, green blob. "Wow, dude, what are you?" Phantom asked, looking over at Robin. The Titan leader shrugged, staring at the blob with equal curiosity.
"I am Skulker!" the blob shouted, glaring furiously up at the two boys. "Put me down, child."
"Wow … and I thought you were, like, a big guy," Phantom muttered, shaking Skulker's true form up and down, watching it with interest. "I guess you've got a small-guy syndrome, heh – Ouch!" the teen yelped when Skulker reached up and bit his hand. He immediately let go of the blob, and Skulker disappeared from sight. "Oh, oh, ouch," Phantom gasped, shaking out his bitten hand. "He just bit me!"
"Well, that was weird," Robin admitted, scratching the back of his head.
"Yeah, pretty much the story of our lives, right?" Phantom murmured, wincing as he stretched his hand out. "Ow, he sure can bite." A scream of rage from Starfire pulled the two boys attention back to the fight, and they nodded at each other before racing back towards the robots.
As Phantom brought up his glowing green hand to fire at a Slade bot, a bright flash of light formed around his midsection. He gasped as it traveled up and down his body, changing him back to normal. The cold, comfortable feeling left his body as warmth spread through his limbs. The cuts and bruises he had sustained during the fight flared to life, and he winced from the sudden pain. He placed his hands against his normal human chest, wondering what he had just done. "I … changed back? But how?" he muttered in confusion.
The boy yelped when a fist was driven into his cheek, whipping his head to the side. He forced his body to roll with the punch, and he spun on his right foot, kicking his left into the robot's stomach. It fell to the ground, and Phantom jumped high into the air, driving his knee down into his adversary's face. He winced as circuits exploded upon impact. Phantom recovered from the light shock he received and leapt nimbly off the destroyed bot and ran to the next, his human fists swinging powerfully.
After what seemed like a few punches later, the last of the robots were destroyed, and silence fell on the food court. The Titans slowly walked towards each other, stepping over the mangled remains of the Slade bots and rubbing their bruised body parts. For a moment, they all just stared with differing expressions of tiredness, awe, and confusion.
"So," Beast Boy said at length, his green hair ruffled and his outfit a bit torn. "That was one heck of a shopping day."
As one, Phantom, Robin, Cyborg, Starfire, and Raven turned to glare at the changeling. He chuckled and took a step back, his ears drooping a little. Robin finally sighed and cleared his throat. "Let's get back to the tower," he said. "We've got a lot to talk about."
-T-
Vlad Plasmius made his retreat about halfway through the battle, having become annoyed with the sheer amount of robots that were swarming into the mall. He shook his head, flicking some imaginary pieces of lint from his right shoulder. "Come on, Skulker," he sighed, crossing his arms over his chest. He floated above the roof of the mall, waiting for his comrade to show up.
A moment later, Plasmius felt the ecto-signature of the hunter ghost appear below him. It steadily made its way up, and Skulker phased through the roof. For some reason, his suit was gone. Vlad raised an eyebrow questioningly. "Feeling constricted, Skulker?" he asked lazily as the small blob floated across from him, anger radiating off his tiny form.
Skulker fisted his small hands, glaring darkly. "The ghost-child and that troublesome whelp destroyed my suit," he spat, and Plasmius rolled his eyes. He made a motion with his hand and began to fly back towards his hotel room on the other side of the city. Skulker slowly followed, muttering angrily under his breath.
Plasmius sighed. "I can get you a new suit, Skulker," he said, rubbing a first against his forehead. The man only half listened to his comrade's angry rant, focusing his mind mostly on Daniel. It had been good to see the boy again. Of course, Daniel did look a little worse for wear. Plasmius hadn't really taken into consideration how much of a mark the Plasmius Eraser would leave once it had finished its job. The scars marking Daniel's once normal face were an example of his miscalculations. I should have thought more about that … I can understand why the boy doesn't believe me. All it would take is one little memory to form distrust inside of him.
The half-ghost could still hear Skulker ranting, but he continued to ignore the tiny ghost as he phased through the glass window to his penthouse room. He landed on the soft, cream colored carpet and transformed back to his human form. Vlad sighed again, falling slowly into a red, high backed chair. He stared down at the ground thoughtfully. I will just have to wait. Give Daniel a few days to consider what I've said. Even if he doesn't believe me, I will take him. By force if I have to.
Vlad didn't really want it to come down to that. Those children, he thought with disdain, are more powerful than I first thought. He was positive that they would not let Daniel be taken so easily. Admirable, but a useless endeavor all the same.
"Sir?" Vlad looked up when Skulker called him, staring with a bored expression at the small, blob-like ghost. "What are we going to do?
Vlad shook his head and looked out the window at the rapidly setting sun. "We are going to wait, Skulker. Until the time is right, we will wait."
-T-
ML: Hm … that was Vlad filled! And, yes, everyone saw the Star Wars reference. Like I said, just please ignore it. If I wanted to do what I planned, there was seriously no way around it. *laughs* But, I want to thank you all for being so patient. My trip went well. It was very … interesting, I'll tell you that. I'm just happy to be back in the States. Well, hope you enjoyed and, hopefully, I'll see you all next chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own DP or TT.
