Challenge me to write a piece based off of eight silly words?? Bet you can't guess what they were!
Command
A Danny Phantom FanFiction by Cordria
In reality, only loopholes and mental back-flips prevented him from being a murder.
Kill every man that stands in your way.
The boy's bright red eyes glared down at the human that was planted, like a boulder in a river, directly in his path. Cool, steaming ectoplasm curled into his fists, dripping out from between his clenched fingers and evaporating long before it could hit the ground. His teeth ground together as he searched for a way out her command.
Kill every man that stands in your way.
--Sam was hardly a man. A few bruises from being knocked to the side, but she would be fine.
The boy moved to the side and snarled as the man swiftly copied his movements and came back into his direct path. He took a step forwards, his flaring eyes narrowing in anger. For a heartbeat, the man seemed to be replaced by the laughing form of a tall, slim, and regal woman. In her hands she held a black pendant that glowed with eerie green, blue, and red lights – almost like swirling lightning. His heart involuntarily danced with pleasure as her lilting, scorn-filled voice floated into his memory.
Kill every man that stands in your way.
--Tucker was more of a boy than a man. He had been tossed into a wall and forgotten. It was better that he was out of the fight anyway.
His feet lifted slightly off the ground with the force of his frustration and anger as he glared at the man. Why would the man not move!? It didn't help that odd necklace had the boy transfixed. He could do nothing but obey – even if it went against his deepest morals. This wasn't like Freakshow's staff. This was worse. That necklace didn't just hypnotize his ghost half… his human half was forced to follow her every word as well… even that awful order which echoed in his ears.
Kill every man that stands in your way.
--Jazz neither was classified as a man nor was in his way. A half-hearted ectoblast had taken her out of the fight for long enough.
He could hear her talking softly in his ear, the swirling colors of the pendant dangling before his eyes, twirling his brain into a fog, and dashing away his free will. The lady needed something. It really wasn't much. All the boy had to do was retrieve it for her. And he so wanted to do that. He wanted nothing more than to make the lady happy. If only she hadn't said that last sentence, venom dripping from her voice.
Kill every man that stands in your way.
--Valerie had been taken out of the fight in a matter of moments. He really had been holding back fighting her before. A few broken bones and a concussion, maybe… but she wasn't dead. Not yet.
"Move!" the boy cried. He brought a fist up to point it at the rock of a man. If only the man would move… that would solve his problem. A tear trickled down his cheek as he stared at the man. Soon, the man's blood would be covering the sidewalk and there was nothing the boy could do about it. His whole body desired to do what the lady commanded.
Kill every man that stands in your way.
--Mr. Lancer was certainly a man. But he had been moving so fast in the opposite direction that he couldn't be counted as "standing" in his way. A small blast of ectoplasm sent the man running faster than every before, but relatively unhurt.
The necklace swirled into his thoughts, fogging his mind with roiling colors of green, blue, and red. The necklace was annoyed at the boy's hesitation. He needed to follow the lady's orders. Did he not want the lady to be happy? She would only be happy if he did what she said.
Kill every man that stands in your way.
--His mother had been defiant to the end, refusing to budge, refusing to move. He had actually had to knock her unconscious before setting her out of the way. But she wasn't dead. At least she wasn't dead.
"Please," the boy begged, a pearlescent tear trickling down his cheek. He needed to get the thing for the lady, but he did not want to kill. The object of her desires was in the building right behind the man. He knew it. He knew that was why the man was in the way. He did not want the boy to get the device. It was too powerful, too dangerous. "I don't want to kill," the boy whispered, the ectoplasmic charge in his hand growing to such a level that it was beginning to send shocks back up his arm that made his teeth hurt. "Not even you."
Kill every man that stands in your way.
--His father had been in his path, true, but the large, pudgy man hadn't been able to mimic the side-step trick… and had thus gotten out of the way. No need to kill something that was no longer in the way. A simple flare of ectoplasm to melt the gun and a blast of ice to the feet had frozen his father in place and out of trouble.
"Daniel," the man snapped. His voice was strained as he stared into the unnaturally red eyes of the boy floating before him. The man brought his hands up in a simple guard position. He knew that the ectoblast forming on the boy's hand would kill him if it hit. But he wouldn't move. Too much was at stake. "Stop." The boy shook his head. Could the man not understand that he couldn't stop? He didn't really want to. He wanted to follow her orders.
Kill every man that stands in your way.
--The combined force of the Amity Park police could hardly be considered a "man." "Man" signifies one entity… there were multiple people there. If she had said "men," there might not be a police force in this city right now. As it was, they were all merely suffering from minor freezer burn.
The lady required the object locked away in the building. He would get it. He would make her happy. The boy's heart pattered quickly for a moment as he pictured the smile that would grace her face. His glowing eyes half-closed in ecstasy as he thought about how pleased she would be when he returned with the item. Perhaps she would give him another job to complete. He loved to finish the jobs. It made him feel so good. The boy smiled, his joyful thoughts erasing the frustration and moral quandaries that had held him back for the past few moments. He wanted to see her smile. He needed to see her smile. To do so, he needed to get the item. He needed to follow her orders. All of her orders.
Kill every man that stands in your way.
The being before him was a man.
Kill every man that stands in your way.
The being before him was standing in his way.
Kill every man that stands in your way.
The man, thus, needed to be killed.
Kill every man that stands in your way.
The boy grinned with a lazy, pleased smile as he let the enormous blast of ectoplasm streak out of his hand and slam point-blank into the man that was standing before him. An explosion that registered on seismometers hundreds of miles away shook the town. Buildings cracked and sidewalks splintered. People dozens of miles away screamed and huddled together for safety.
Kill every man that stands in your way.
The boy stepped over the still body of his former arch-enemy and paced towards the building unopposed. If only the fruit loop had been in his ghost-form. Then he wouldn't have truly been a man… The boy shook his head to clear the last bits of doubt out of his head. This thing must really be something special if Plasmius was willing to die to prevent her from getting it. He shrugged, phased through the last wall, and strode over to stare down at the small object lying on the table. So he was a murder now… at least the lady would be happy. He picked up the device and smiled contentedly. She would be happy.
Written December 15, 2006
Bwahahahahaha... This ties in with "Light" if you didn't recognize the familiar evil lady.
Thanks for reading!