Danny Phantom Fanfic
Error's Love
Chapter 21: Moment Of Truth
"I can only tell you what I know…there are some things that are still a mystery to me…but I will try…" he closed his eyes and sat down on the grass, breathing deeply and slowly, almost like he was meditating. Talking about his past was always so hard for him to do, it dug up old memories and feelings that he hated, but he owed it to Sam to tell her what happened. "For the first while of my life, I was raised in a prison cell. I don't know exactly how long I was in there, or when I was first emitted, but I do know that the entire time I was in there, I and many others, were treated like animals. I was in the middle of an organization that was tested and experimented on. And I was only a child at the time. I grew up without family, friends or school. I grew up in a cold, dark cell where my only company was the rest of the children there.
"My name was Subject 112, you probably heard the men calling me that when you were kidnapped…"
"So…" Sam interrupted, "Those men were…"
"Yes, they were there to kill me, you only got in the way." Danny continued, "For months, and years I was constantly being tested on, but for what, I am not sure. Nobody is really sure what those guys' goals were. All I know is that they were willing to go up against anything and everything to get it.
"By the end of the time I spent there, I was the only one left. And I was the last error…One day, they had come up with a new test and wanted to try it on me, and they were sure that they were right…but unfortunately, even the slightest miscalculation can mess up the entire procedure of an experiment. I was young at the time, and didn't know what it was that they did wrong, but I do know that whatever they put inside of me, it was what turned me into what I am now…" He trailed off.
"It is scientifically impossible for someone to have human and ghost inside of them at once, but somehow, they managed to do that. Their knowledge of chemicals and medicine is more than most humans can imagine. To find out how to create something like that would be like trying to find a way to cure death, it is wrong, and it should be impossible!" he inhaled and exhaled deeply, then after a moment, he cleared his mind and returned to his story.
"At the time, after the procedure, they tried to tame me, because I was out of control. I had too much power and too much energy, and I was dangerous to everyone there. So the doctors decided that it was time that I be put down…"
The child had fangs digging into his lip, and he licked up the blood like a vampire. He hadn't eaten in days, and was dizzy with hunger. He paced back and forth in his cell, muttering randomly under his breath as he did so.
The next moment, two guards unlocked his door and pointed their guns at him, ordering him to come out. Without arguing, the child did so. And was unexpectedly greeted by at least five doctors, who stood outside his cell and watched as he was taken away. The child wasn't sure what they were doing, but that didn't bother him much.
He was brought into the lab, where he was often taken. And froze when seeing that all of the doctors and workers were gathered around, all eyes were on the child, and he was suddenly afraid. He tried to make a break for it, but before he had even gotten two steps, a hot jolt of electricity sped through his body from the small metal device in his neck. The child dropped to the ground, letting out a cry of pain as he did, but it was soon over.
The guards came and grabbed him, then placed chains around his legs and arms. The child did not give them any trouble as they did that. He hated to get shocked by that thing! He was brought over to the Creator, and as he was brought over, the child felt a wave of panic sweep through him. What was going on?
The Creator didn't seem like he was in a very good mood. He started to talk to all the people in the room, but the child was not listening, he didn't care about what his Creator had to say. But the next thing he knew, his Creator retracted a long, six-inch blade from his pocket.
The child watched the gleaming weapon with wide eyes. Oh no! No!! He began to struggle against his chains, wanting to break free of them, but was having no success. He let out a cry of fright and also anger, glaring lethally at the doctors around him that were formed into a circle.
He couldn't do anything about it. His Creator gripped him with his hand and ripped the child's shirt open, the child felt the cold tip of the blade touch his skin on his shoulder, the next moment, the knife was pressed deep into his flesh, cutting through his skin like paper. The child hissed in pain, but kept himself from screaming. But, then the knife was brought down across his back, peeling through his skin and drawing a good amount of blood. The child couldn't help it now, he howled in agony as the pain came across his back, and the warm blood began to soak his back and drip onto the floor.
The child looked into the eyes of the doctors, pleading with his stare for them to help. But none came forward, they only watched as their last experiment failed, and was being labeled for extermination. He pleaded to his Creator to stop, and he struggled to break free, but it was no use. Tears flowed down his face; blood ran down his back.
He knew what the X on his back meant. And he knew that tomorrow, he would be dead.
"The next morning," Danny continued on, remembering his past when he was labeled, and could almost feel his scar twinge at the memory, but he left that part out, Sam didn't need to hear it, "they brought me into the lab again after they had labeled me for death." He was glad that she didn't ask what that was, "and they had everything set up…but I still had one last fight in me…I wouldn't die without fighting back."
Sam was wide eyed and nearly hypnotized by his words, the emotions that flew across his tongue as he spoke and the pain in his eyes as he remembered his past. If it had been anyone else telling the story, she would have laughed and not believed a word of it. But she could see that he was telling the truth.
The child narrowed his eyes in determination; he was going to escape. He had to. This was his last chance, and if he didn't succeed, it was over for him. The child glared hatefully as he passed by hundreds of doctors that were lined up to watch his death. How could they! They showed no compassion and no mercy. The only thing that he could see in them was the sadness of their hard work failing. They would pay!
If they wouldn't show mercy, then neither would he!
The Creator stood a little ways off, waiting for his creation to come forward. Now, he was in the middle of a huge circle of people, with no one near him at the moment. Now was his chance.
The chains on his wrists made his shoulders ache from the weight, but the child was not thinking about that, he was glancing at the exits that were hardly visible through this mass of people. He then looked at his Creator in the eyes.
Those piercing cold eyes that he had seen countless times, but never seemed to affect him any less. Whenever the child was around him, he felt so helpless and weak. He wasn't sure why though.
"Subject 112." His Creator spoke loud and clear, almost as if they were at a football game and he was the announcer. The crowd of people stiffened up.
The child's skin crawled in fear.
"On this day of April 30th, we have placed your extermination. The S.E.H.S Organization has come to this agreement for the best of reasons, and that agreement is final." His Creator began to step toward him, pulling out a needle/shot filled with a lethal injection.
The child took a deep breath, then, a blood boiling sensation swept through his body, and his eyes began to glow a deep neon green that was blinding to look at. Then, his body began to light up. The doctors gasped in amazement and also fear, some of them stepping back several feet.
The glowing child opened his mouth and spoke with a ground shaking tone, "You will not come near me again! And you will not hurt anyone else! I will not let you!" he roared, "You will all pay for the lives that you took so easily! You will know the pain we endured! And I promise you that I will kill you!" He was no longer in control of his body; a dark shadow of himself was cast over his emotions and thoughts, forcing these words from his mouth. The child began to rise up off the ground, and the chains around him disintegrated on the spot.
The doctors scrambled, shoving to get out of the room. But before they could, the doors all sealed shut be an invisible force. Now they were trapped, and knew what was coming. His words had pierced their hearts and they knew he was serious about killing them. They knew they were going to die.
Danny paused from telling his story, the past was flooding into his brain as he had been speaking, and it was as though he were pulled back into the past and was watching it all happen in front of his eyes. He bit his lip, "I…I don't know what happened. I don't know why I did it…something inside of me felt so much hate toward all of them, that I easily killed them…I-I murdered hundreds of people…without giving it a second thought…" he looked at Sam with his electric blue eyes, "that's why I was able to kill those men that kidnapped you…that same darkness inside of me took over and murdered them. I would never hurt anyone…but my ghost half would…"
The child growled like a wild beast and dove downward from the air, his body radiating so much energy, letting off so much power, that some of the doctors dropped down dead just being near him. Even as the people screamed and ran for their lives, the child just grinned maliciously. He dropped to his feet and began kicking and punching anyone within ten feet of him.
Bones snapped and shattered, blood soaked the floor, and the cries of agony echoed throughout the building. The child slowly walked over to a lady who was on the ground, soaked in blood, not just her own, but others as well, and she clutched her side where she was internally bleeding, tears streaming down her face, "Please." She pleaded, but the child hauled his arm back and struck her in the face with his knuckles, making her skull cave in. She dropped flat onto the floor without a sound.
He was drenched in crimson blood, but he didn't give it any thought. He moved onto his next victim. Already, there were at least fifty dead, but hundreds more to go.
Danny looked over to Sam, his voice fading out while telling her this. He realized that she was pale and looked about ready to pass out. He skipped the murders of the people, not wanting to overwhelm her, and moved on.
He had been waiting for this. Now it was just him and his Creator. The child had been saving him for last. He wanted that man to suffer as much as he had! The child kicked lifeless corpses away as he walked, his footsteps splashing a little in the puddles that were fresh and smelled sourly of copper.
The Creator was against the wall, glancing left and right at all the dead bodies. The child loved the look of fear in his eyes, now he was in control! He made the decisions! "Now we're even." The child said in a low snarl, "You took away the lives of the Subjects, and I took away the lives of the ones that helped turn them into that. But their lives are not avenged yet! YOU are the one that brought us here! YOU are the one that called the orders of who lived or died! And YOU are the one who started all of this! If it wasn't for you, none of these people would have died!"
"What could you possibly know, Subject 112! You're a child! You are a creation! I created you!"
"No! You created this!" He was referring to the evil part of him, "you created the monster inside of me! But I am still a human! You did not create my human half! So, how do you like what you've created!?" The child lunged forward and delivered a strong blow to his Creator's chest, breaking through the bone with an audible crack. His Creator doubled over in pain, and the child kicked his foot forward, striking the man again and threw him against the wall. While glaring murderously at him, the child screamed at the top of his lungs, "How do you like me now! Am I what you wanted to create!! Is this what you intended!!"
Through gasps of pain, his Creator replied, "No. Subject 112, you were a mistake. You were an experiment that went wrong. And now, you're nothing but dangerous. There was an error in the calculations, and now you are part of that error. You are the error!"
The child didn't understand what he meant. But he didn't say anything in return. He charged up his fist with as much energy as he possibly could, and his Creator's eyes widened in horror.
"After I killed my Creator, I left the place. I left my home. I escaped. But…there were however, still some people that survived, because they weren't in the room to watch my death at the time. Mostly guards, but also some doctors too. They came after me, and I was really exhausted at the time, I had used up way too much energy in that battle. So I was running on foot for days and days. After some time, they managed to catch up with me. I didn't kill them though, I, for the first time, was able to fly on my will. And I flew for at least a week. Then I finally passed out, but was too stupid to land before that!"
The next thing he knew, he felt the wind whistling in his ears as he plummeted to the earth, his body becoming limp as well. There were thousands and thousands of endless trees below him, it had been like that for some time, and even though those men would have such a hard time getting through, he was still scared that they would find him.
He blacked out when he was about a hundred feet from the ground.
Two adults were standing next to a creek, taking notes on the surroundings and had strange looking packs on their backs that looked to be made of only machinery. One was a large man with black hair wearing an orange jumpsuit, and the other was a lady wearing a blue jumpsuit.
"Jack, dear, I'm picking up a weird signal on my P.A.E…" she looked down at a device in her hands, the reading got clearer and clearer. "What is it?"
"Is it a ghost!?" The man roared, "Where! I'll make sure I-," he was cut off as a large crash sounded in the distant. "Mads, I think we have a lead!" he yelled in triumph and made his way toward where the sound had come from.
The man's wife followed behind him. The signal got louder and louder with each step, "It's definitely a ghost…but these signatures are all weird…" she stopped in her tracks as well as her husband and stared open mouthed at the sight before them.
A small child lay sprawled out on the dirt, covered with dry blood, and leaves attached to his body, his clothes were horribly torn up and he wore no shoes. "Oh my god!" Maddie Fenton screamed, dropping her equipment and running up to the child, "Jack! Get the RV! Hurry! He needs help! And fast!" when her husband ran off as she had instructed, Maddie looked into the child's face, "its alright sweetie. You'll be okay. Just hang in there. We'll help you."
"The Fentons sort of just…took me in…and took care of me…" Danny softly said to Sam, "and I haven't left them since…they are the closest to a family that I have. But for the first year or so, I hardly spoke to them. They were interested in why I showed up on their ghost scanners though, but they never pried the answers from me. They were patient with me, and during my third year with them, I finally told them everything…" Danny sighed, "we tried hard to keep my existence a secret, that's why I never attended school before, they didn't want to risk letting out my whereabouts. But somehow, they still have found us and have been following me ever since. The S.E.H.S Organization…I'm not sure who is trying to kill me, but I have a feeling that I don't want to know."
Sam had already known about the S.E.H.S Organization, after she had remembered the card that the men had given her and looked up information about it. She still didn't know what S.E.H.S stood for, but didn't feel like now was the right time to ask. "Danny…" she whispered, "I…I don't know what to say." Tears fell down her face, "I can't even begin imagine what you went through and are going through. But I am so sorry…" What else could she say! She was completely lost for words! In her mind, she was still piecing together the information that she had between Fenton and Phantom. It actually explained a lot, it explained why Danny had run off all of a sudden, it explained his fear of hospitals that she was wondering about, and it explained his family. "So…your parents…or, Maddie and Jack…they're the ones that came and helped you that time a while ago…when I was kidnapped?"
"Yeah, that was them."
"You said that you spent most of your childhood in that prison place…but before that? What had happened?" He didn't answer, she was wondering if he was ignoring the question or thinking for a while, "you don't have to tell me…"
"I don't remember anything from my life before then. All I know is that I had a mom, but I don't remember anything about her, and I don't remember what she looks like. I know that I've been told she died. But I don't want to believe it. And…you were wondering why I called my 'parents' Jack and Maddie, the reason is because, I don't want to replace my real parents in case they are still alive. I just hope that they are still looking for me."
There was a really long pause, "Danny… you mentioned that you were labeled, what is that? If you don't mind me asking."
Danny cringed when she said this, and she immediately felt bad that she had asked; it was probably something he didn't want to talk about. "You have to understand, that these men had no compassion for anyone. They didn't think of me as a person, they only thought of me as one of their experiments…" Sam nodded in understanding, but still wasn't sure what he was meaning. Danny sighed, then he slowly grabbed a hold of the hem of his shirt, then he used his arms to pull it off.
Sam let out a loud curse at the sight of all the scars along his skin. She noticed now that he was very built with muscle, including a nice set of abs, but then she saw the mark on his back. The pinkish red cut that ran down across his back in an X formation. She gasped in horror, her eyes filling with water, "Danny! Oh god…" she looked into his eyes, he was looking in the other direction, avoiding looking down at his scarred body. Maybe he was afraid to see the damage, or maybe he hated to remember, whatever the case though, she could see how much he had suffered and had to endure just from looking at his marks. But even then, it was probably worse than she thought. He was only a child at the time, he didn't know what his life could have been or should have been.
Danny pulled his shirt back on over his head, and then he looked back at Sam, "I'm sorry if I hurt you in any way. I just want you to understand that I would never do anything to hurt you. Ever!" He smiled a little. Then he reached his hand up and stroked her hair lightly.
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They held each other in a strong embrace for a few minutes, just enjoying one another's company. Danny and Sam walked over to a bench nearby and sat down, they didn't sit right up next to each other, but they also weren't on opposite sides of the seat either.
"Danny…" Sam spoke.
"Hm?"
"Last night…" She was reluctant to bring that up, "what exactly happened to Venom? Did he die? Or…I don't know. It all happened kind of fast."
Danny sighed in deep thought, "ghosts…are complicated. Some more than others. But to answer your question, no, Venom did not die, I'm sure of that. Venom is not like most ghosts. He is extremely strong! And it would not be very easy to destroy him! Now, ghosts can be destroyed, however. But it is nearly impossible. I do know that when someone dies, they either go to the ghost zone or they move on, to god knows where! It is a theory that ghosts who have unfinished business stay in the ghost zone, or if they have a strong link to earth, or something of the sort. Jack and Maddie did a lot of research on that after they found out about my ghost half."
Sam let out a small moan when she heard that Venom was not dead, but also slight relief in a way. She hated Venom with a burning passion of course, but she certainly didn't enjoy watching death! Even if it was someone she hated. "So…why did you-," she made the sign of 'death' by moving her finger across her throat, "what did that do to him?"
"Oh, yeah, I probably should apologize for that. I'm sorry you had to see that. It was the only way to get rid of him at the moment. It certainly didn't do any real damage however. When I disconnected his brain from his heart, it is like his ghost's spirit is dislocated as well, but it can mend itself back together. It is a long process and can take as long as years to fix; but considering how strong Venom is, it shouldn't be long. I would guess a week or two."
"You seem calm about this." Sam commented. "Shouldn't you be freaking out that Venom will want revenge on you or something?"
"Nah, not really. Venom is just a pain in the ass most of the time. He knows exactly when to show up! And he knows exactly how to piss me off! He apparently finds joy in watching me suffer, but he won't ever kill me. That would ruin this game of his. Plus, if you heard, he is working for someone right now, and whoever it is wouldn't be too happy if they found out Venom had killed me. At the moment, it's not Venom I'm worried about. It's his boss. I need to know what his boss wants with me, and why. But what I don't understand is why Venom would work for this guy.
"Venom is not someone that works with people. And what could his boss possibly be able to pay him? Venom doesn't want money or anything that can be given to him, he just loves to watch pain and suffering. He's a sick bastard who honestly needs help! So right now, I'm concerned with Venom's motives, but other than that, he doesn't seem like he will cause a whole lot of damage. He won't hurt you though."
"That's not what I'm worried about!" Sam barked, "I'm worried about you! Do you think it's easy for me to stand on the sidelines and watch you fight him! It's scary!"
"Sam, you don't have to worry about me. I'm always fine. It is not all that easy to kill me anyway. The Creators made sure of that!"
"That's another thing, what does S.E.H.S stand for? I know that Rafael Leonardo founded it in the 1990's, but that's about all I know. The card didn't say much info, and neither did the internet-,"
"Wait!" Danny's eyes widened, "Rafael Leonardo! Where did you hear that name! What card!?" He barked in confusion.
"Uh…the card that those men gave me a long time ago. You know, before I was kidnapped?" when he shook his head she continued, "these dudes were hanging by the school and they showed me a picture of you and asked if I had seen you anywhere, and I told them no, because they didn't seem like very nice guys or anything. They gave me a business card and told me to call them if I ever saw you or anything like that. So I later looked up the name on the card, Rafael Leonardo."
Danny was staring at her as if she had grown an extra head. Then in a calm but demanding voice, he said, "I need to see that card."
A/N: I really hope that this chapter was okay. And I hope I managed to clear up some things. There are still some parts that will be explained later, so please be patient.
I am still pretty shaken up from Terry's death. I really appreciate all of your support and concern during this difficult time. I can't thank you guys enough.
The reason I updated so soon is because I don't know when I will have a chance to update next. I will be gone almost all of tomorrow, because of Terry's funeral. I am going to help set up, and I have never been to a funeral, other than burying pets in the backyard. I don't know how I will take it, but just so that I don't disappoint all of you, I am updating today.
Again, thank you all.
And btw, this is the longest chapter so far. Just thought I'd mention that.