Last Time on Danny Phatom's horrid monday: Monsters attacked the city, Danny responded in force with the other hunters native to Amity - and the GIW - and he found out Vlad was behind it all. Then Fright died before he could free his king, and Randy got the hell out of there right after his job was done, expecting payment later.
I refer to them as Phantom and Plasmius for a very good reason.
here we find ourself a very rather pissed off Spirit Prince fighting a murderer, with a fun twist at the end. hope you all like it~
Sam expected to hear quips and the classic 'gonna kick your ass' from a pissed off Danny. What just came out of her best friend's mouth was not something she ever thought she'd hear.
"Vlad Damian Plasmius, as King of Spirits I find you guilty of murder!" Danny wasn't listening. Looking down to the ground, he saw Fright's armor was gone, all that was left of him a dimly glowing Soul Shredder lying in a puddle of ectoplasm. A duplicate appeared to Plasmius' left and blasted him into the ground, another Danny rising from the earth with a pillar of arctic power coating the vampiric half-ghost with deadly frost.
"You are no King, boy. Certainly not mine!" Plasmius sneered at the younger spirit as chunks of ice melted and steamed off of him. A trio of Plasmius attacked their respective targets. The one who had near frozen him was blasted through his core before anything could be done. "I was as involved in Pariah's fall as you were."
"I rallied my enemies from the Spirit World against his army, I challenged Pariah to a duel for the crown, I defeated Pariah, I removed the crown from his head, and I forced him into the Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep!!" A sword made of ice rose from Phantom's hand and blazed with power, blade meeting red steel when a Plasmius got too close. A shield made of frost forming on his arm to deflect the sword that cost him his Knight. "All you did was turn the key that you stole in the first place. I am your King and your executioner!"
Sam glanced over at Tucker, same angry, horrified expression staring them right back at her, and tightly gripped her rifle. The technogeek pulled out his phone and started typing. "I'm really hoping this works…" one last click of his phone and it was in his pocket while his ectorifle was raised and aimed at the nearest Plasmius.
Valerie wasn't always one for the finer details, she could accept and admit that. One of those finer details would be the GIW not being very careful with their aim, several near misses disrupting her own. aim. When a missile nearly took her head off, the Huntress returned fire as a warning - one that hit dead on with minimal damage. "Look, you government spooks, this is my town and if you shoot me while I'm fighting a ghost, you'll find yourselves joining the ghost!"
One agent wearing a jetpack took aim at her and Valerie prepared to shoot him out of the sky when he stopped and switched targets. Apparently, they realized how much they needed her at the moment. The radar of her visor alerted the Huntress of another threat over Amity Central Park and a small spike in ectoenergy closer by, just as she swerved around a blob of acid and a large silver hammer hit the slug's head. "Time to test something out…" she flew up above the jets and concentrated.
Three metal cubes appeared around her in a flash of red light. The circuits glowed brighter, however, and the cubes began to change, expanding until they were the sizes of basketballs, along with gaining twelve sides. Valerie glared down at the monster melting her city and the drones she made flew down to attack it. A rocket fired from one, while the other two rained down continuous beams of pink energy. "This, I could get used to." She'd deal with that other threat later if Phantom didn't finish it off before she got there. Right now, she had a slug to salt, and it wouldn't take much longer.
If it weren't for how close he was to dying at the moment, Tucker would find it symbolic how oppositic Danny and Vlad truly were. At the moment, he was just glad the portable ghost shields held up to ectoflames. According to what he was seeing, Plasmius held back every time they had fought him before. One shot to another copy's face and the geek was raising his shield again, grateful magic swords and armor couldn't be duplicated.
The shield was dropped again and Sam stabbed into a Plasmius, burning his chest, and ducked under a blade made of his own energy - which happened to be red. Pink was his watered down version. Above them, Danny and Vlad were trading blows and thunder crashed with every clash of their fire and ice powers. Tucker shot at the Plasmius currently assaulting his eyes with his gaudy outfit.
Sam wished to hell she had remembered to wear her shield generator, since dodging every strike was exhausting. The vampiric halfa dove at her and she blasted his face, slashing at his arm. His arm fell off, the sickly sweet scent of ectoplasm filling the air as he launched a fireball from his remaining hand. A ball of blue missed her by an inch, deflected off the blade of the original Plasmius, but the ice that sprung up from the point of impact scraped against the duplicate, dispersing it.
Phantom ducked a fireball, swung his sword and launched a volley of ice shards at Plasmius, flying over to his left, brought his sword down on his armored enemy. The metal didn't give, but neither did his sword. Plasmius stabbed up at him and his armor chipped, just as he shifted out of the way. Rays of power flew from Phantom's eyes, pushing the elder halfa back and coating his sword in frost. Plasmius let loose a pair of fireballs that arched around the prince's blast, slamming into him with the force of a car.
Phantom phased out of visibility, splitting into three and flying circles around their adversary. "I see you've got some new tricks, you vampire rip off! Or are you an actual ghost vampire and you somehow stole that firepower from some other ghost?" A blast from one Phantom, a cloud of ice shards raining down on Plasmius. "I wonder how many lives you've taken in the name of your greed and obsession?"
"I don't take count, boy." Not bothering to shield himself from the attacks, Plasmius swung his sword around in a circle, waves of red slamming into his attackers. "Though you shall join their ranks!" Shadow copies flew from his body, lunging at the Phantom duplicates. A punch from a spiked fist of ice slammed into Plasmius' face and knocked off his helmet, revealing his horned hair.
"The only ranks I'm joining are my own, Plasmius!" His sword grew into a staff and he made use of his training with Pandora. He deflected a fireball and shoved his slightly melted staff into the center of Plasmius' chest plate, a charge of electricity ran along the elder's armor and earned a roar of anger. The shadow copies were frozen solid and thrown to the ground.
Plasmius shot Phantom away and reached a taloned hand out to grab his leg, snarling as frost crawled over his gauntlet. "I will melt you into a puddle and create a new halfa from your remains! Without your interference, no one will stop me from taking what's mine!" The ice hissed, mist filling the air. Phantom blasted his foe away, blades of ice springing from his own gauntlets. He stabbed his blades into the vampiric halfa's armor, cracks forming in them.
Sam shoved her ectosabre into Plasmius' core and grinned when she heard the original Vlad let out a cry of pain. "Tuck, aim for the core and make it hurt, we might be able to help Danny from here."
"There's a cage made of ice around Plasmius, I think Danny's got it handled." He fired at the center of Plasmius' chest at the same time as Sam hitting his head. The duplicate curled his arm back, a fireball in the palm of his hand with Tucker's name on it. Sam sliced through his leg, throwing off his aim. Tuck shoved the barrel of his rifle into Plasmius' chest and pulled the trigger, letting out a groan of disgust as ectoplasm-covered him. "I'm gonna be having nightmares tonight."
Phantom raised his right blade, aiming to stab some part of Plasmius' face. When the elder deflected with his own sword, Phantom snarled at him and made to slice his head off with his left blade. Plasmius kneed him in the gut and kicked him away, twin rays of red leaving a crack in the Prince's armor before a shield was raised. Four of Plasmius glared down upon him, one splitting off to go after his friends once again but impaled by a spear of borean energy.
"Striking with lethal force, boy?" Plasmius drove his heel into Phantom's back, before losing his head, another duplicate's arm getting blasted off by the wrathful Prince's own copy. "And yet you claim to have the moral high ground? You're doing just as I am!"
"I strike in the name of Justice, you cur." Phantom retracted his blades, replacing them with four per arm. A cross-jab was aimed Plasmius' way, waves of energy scything through the air. Plasmius blocked the attack, only to hear ice grating against metal as Phantom dug his claws into the elder halfa's backplate. "You are no more than a murderer!" Phantom caught Plasmius' sword between the blades of his gauntlet and twisted it out of his reach, swings leaving claw marks on the vampiric spirit's chest plate.
Plasmius snarled and exhaled a veritable river of fire, melting away a good chunk of Phantom's armor. "I can see you're rather determined to kill me, boy, but can you do that while protecting your precious friends?" Shadow copies flew from Plasmius' darkened form like bats out of hell towards his friends. Phantom turned to rain down shards of ice on the duplicates but never got the chance. Beams of magenta light cut through the darkness and a missile struck the original Plasmius in the chest. Looking up, Phantom grinned while rebuilding his armor.
"He doesn't have to, Plasmius!" An ectobazooka formed in hand and the Red Huntress took aim at Plasmius, grinning at his flaming snarl.
"Mokuto, something urgent just came up," Elle stood from her lotus position, racing towards the Fenton Phone that had been beeping incessantly for the past ten minutes. A quick check confirmed it wasn't radio chatter and her worries were entirely valid. "I have to go help my brother and his friends."
Mokuto, for his part, didn't look particularly displeased. He stood to his full height and patted his student's hair. "Perhaps you can put your lessons to good use then?" She nodded and dashed for the edge of the Forest, putting in her FentonPhone and going over the channels she knew the trio used.
"Someone fill me in, what's going on and how can I help?" She expected Tucker or Sam or even Jazz to tell her, but Danny's voice was a pretty big surprise.
"Elle, I have a way for you to help." The echo of his voice was more intense than normal. "I need you to go to the Far Frozen and ask Frostbite about the Anriothadh. I need it for this fight."
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but that didn't sound like English, Danny." Regardless, she pulled out the repurposed iPod Tucker had given her, a map of all routes they knew of in the Spirit World on full display. "What is it, exactly?"
"Not much time Elle. I'm a duplicate Danny didn't absorb and I'm about to turn into mist." The copy's voice flickered in and out like a signal threatening to fail and the ghost girl nodded. "Frostbite will know, just tell hi—" His voice cut out and Elle set off towards the frozen tundra of the Spirit World.
Tucker noticed Plasmius shrug off Valerie's latest shot before returning fire. Danny was capable of getting hurt whenever Val shot at him in the past, but Plasmius didn't seem to know he had been shot. The geek pulled out his PDA and did his best to scan the copy closest to him before switching his FentonPhone frequency until he picked up on Valerie's swearing. "Huntress, this is Tucker Foley. I noticed your shots aren't hurting Plasmius, and judging by your language you noticed as well." Another roll behind a large decorative rock and Tucker charged up another shot to the halfa's face. "I can fix this in one of two possible ways: either you let me into your systems, or I hack further in and adjust the frequency of your ectoblasts so they're tuned to his ectosignature. That should give you an automatic lock and your shots will actually hit him whether he's tangible, visible or not."
"Access granted, Foley. We'll talk about you finding my com frequency after we get this creep in a thermos." Ducking another fireball and grunting as a follow up grazed her arm, Valerie grinned as the circuits in her blaster turned from purple to red. All systems targeted Plasmius and her drones fired at once, knocking the copy out of the sky and into a cloud of red mist. Glancing at the ground, she saw Sam Manson - of all people - dueling with a copy. The goth with a sword suspiciously like the Fright Knight's, and the copy with a sword of pure red energy. Assured that she would hit the spook and not the goth, Valerie fired directly at its core but swore under her breath when red light grazed its arm, leaving a burned away hole in the skin.
Another copy of Plasmius appeared behind Val and would have stabbed her right through the heart were it not for the words cried out a moment before, unheard by the combatants. "Quae mali spiritus!" Chains made of silver light appeared out of the green tinged atmosphere and wrapped themselves around each Plasmius, tightening until they fell. Glancing toward the minor spike in ectoplasmic energy, the huntress noted two people in the trees. One had his hand held up high and glowing with the same silvery white light that held the Plasmius copies tight, while the other one focused on the lake. A closer inspection revealed balls of water rising in time to his waving hands. They were lobbed at the burning trees.
"This is very helpful, actually," George commented casually as he put out another burning tree and sagged a bit with exhaustion. "Restraining a homicidal spirit sounds like something that would help if the ghost hunters would contain or destroy him, ya know?"
"Can't hold this much longer man, it feels like my hand is freezing and burning at the same time." The cold sensation he recognized from when he first used magic, but the heat was definitely coming from Plasmius. Even as his copies were being destroyed, the original's aura was flaring brighter and brighter until the chains snapped and Rick fell onto his back, panting heavily. "Fuck, that hurt!"
"Got a quick freezing spell in ya?" George picked up some water and held it between them and the incoming fireball in the shape of a disk, letting out a sigh of relief when latin words spilled from his brother's lips and the water froze, melting on impact. "This is not good, man, he can probably still make copies."
"Yeah, but he'll be preoccupied with the actual hunters," Rick got to his feet panting and wiped the grass and grime that stuck to his head with sweat away. "But let's move anyway, yeah?" grabbing his brother's hand, the boxer ran into the forest, using a path he remembered from the times he raced his father around the park and shrieked when a cape-wearing spirit with blood red eyes appeared out of nowhere and glared at them.
To the surprise of both brothers, it was George who acted first. He pulled the athame out of his jacket and thrust it into the center of the spirit's chest as hard as he could, shocked when the blow connected. Red mist dispersed before them, and the pentagram glowed with red light. "Thank the spirits, right?"
"Yeah, we should move." Rick didn't like how intense the light of the blade was getting. If he was right about this guess, they'd be holding onto that for a while. Grabbing it, he slashed at the air behind them and was met with a horror-movie hiss but so much worse. "Go!" Shoving his brother, he ran, keeping an eye on the glow of the athame's blade.
Elle hated being left out of a fight. That's not to say that she was a violent person, but if her brother was battling for his life the young halfa would like to know and help him. Were it any other situation, she would have beelined for the Fenton Portal and joined him, but when Danny used his serious voice, people listened. Soaring through the green space of the Spirit World, the ghost girl was glad to finally find the cave covered in ice and snow marking the edge Far Frozen territory. She swooped in at top speed, glad to make progress.
"Frostbite! Are you there?" Elle called out in the echoing cavern as the temperature dropped to the point where she began to shiver. "Danny is in trouble and he said that you could help!" Sensing a pair of spirits nearby, the ghost girl dove towards the ectosignatures and stopped cold before the razor tips of ice spears pointed at her.
"State your name and business," one yeti growled out, yellow eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"My name is Elle Phantom," she explained quickly, making sure the emblem on her chest was visible. "My brother is in a battle with his arch-enemy and his friends told me that Frostbite would have something that he'd need." The guards seemed to consider this for a moment before one flew off further into the frozen territory.
The guard came back minutes later along with a slightly larger yeti wearing a bright blue sash. "I am Frostbite, young ghostling, and I hear that you are a relative of the Great One?" There was obvious skepticism in his voice and the raised brow he gave her, but Elle didn't have time for that.
"Yes, I'm his little sister," she transformed and shivered before switching back. "He sent me here to get something called the Anriothadh? He's fighting Plasmius and he wouldn't have told me about it if he didn't need help immediately."
"I see, young Phantom," Frostbite nodded in satisfaction that she was sincere in her words, turning in towards his territory. "We have little time to waste, come with me." Along the way, Frostbite told her of the time that Danny had come to him, both for the infimap and for training with his ice powers. "Should you ever develop such abilities yourself, young one, we can train you as well." The royal yeti offered warmly as they approached a cave rather out of the way. Frostbite had left his guard behind a while ago, and now it was simply the two of them.
"Actually, I'm learning from a friend here in the Spirit World about my powers," she shook her head lightly, a polite, if fleeting, a smile stretching over her features. "I'm a life core, according to him." Another shiver ran throughout her body. "Can I ask what exactly is the Anriothadh?"
"Something that only the rightful ruler of this world can claim." Ringing the walls of the cave from ceiling to floor were symbols and sigils in what appeared to be Alomoran and other languages Elle didn't recognize at all. "This was a weapon crafted by the Far Frozen in ancient times, when the original Spirit King united the world in peace, as a show of our fealty to him. When Pariah rose to power and began the war, the weapon was taken back." The cave, though littered with protective sigils, had seemed a rather natural one until the very end.
A large chamber-like room with images of a being in armor and robes displayed around the room both as a statue and a carving in the walls themselves, though the carvings seemed to be made of sigils as well. In the center of the chamber was a pedestal, with a sword carved from the ice of the tunnel itself. Runes and sigils stood out in the flat center of the blade, much like the chamber holding it.
"This, Elle Phantom, is Anriothadh, The King's Frost. Considering the sigils surrounding us, I recommend against trying to remove it from the pedestal." Frostbite held out his large furry arm to stop the ghost girl just as she moved to reach for the sword. "Only I, the king that the sword was made for, crowned or not, and the one chosen to bestow the weapon upon him may touch this sword without being flash frozen to absolute zero."
"Well, that's nice to know," she chuckled softly and watched as the royal yeti reached out and waved a glowing blue claw, the sigils around them shining with the same light, before walking up to retrieve the sword. "So, will you be bringing the sword to him?"
"No no, princess, that would be you," Frostbite grinned at the halfa and handed her Anriothadh, and she accepted it cautiously. "I have a rather quick way for you to get back, too."
A blast of red left a dent in crimson armor, a blade deflected a beam of green and raging scarlet flames met cobalt flurries of frost and snow, thunder echoing across the city from the clashes of fire and ice. Phantom was coming at Plasmius with everything he had, forming weapon after weapon from ice; swinging, slashing, jabbing and kicking with a precision born of practice. Power flooded the very air and the atmosphere was nearly as green as the Zone. Occasionally, silver would wrap around the elder or block his attack where his attackers could not, but where it was coming from he could only guess.
Tucker was scared. His best friend was fighting in the air against a foe they had never truly beaten in battle before, only thwarting his plans. That same foe continued to make more of himself to keep them from helping directly, Tucker's shield cracking every time he threw it up before answering with a blast of his own. These copies were meant to be distractions, not nearly as solid or powerful as the original, but still stronger than he would like to fight hand to hand. This wasn't like other times they had dealt with Plasmius; this was for keeps.
Sam was furious. Vlad had forced a lethal disease on them just to make Danny cure him, threatened to kill Jack and rape Maddie, but this? This was straight up murder, and she wouldn't stand for it. As she stabbed another copy in the core, Sam promised herself never to let that bastard out once they got him in the Fenton Thermos.
As she swerved around a blast and fired off a volley of her own, Valerie felt conflicted. She was freaked out by the power her employer - soon to be former - was displaying, of Tucker - a geek who couldn't run a yard without getting tired - and Sam were helping almost as well as she, only encumbered by their earthbound status. At the same time, she was filled to the brim with righteous fury, satisfaction and Justice because she would finally be locking away that smug rich bastard for good! She could sort out her mess of emotions later, though. At the moment, she was surrounded by duplicates and had some grenades to launch.
Rick was fascinated, not nearly as tired as he expected himself to be. A quick glance into the water earlier had shown him his own eyes glowing in this miasma of ectoplasmic energy, which he seemed to pull to his hand as he concentrated on the next spell he would use. George had erected a dome of light around them, leaving Rick to slash at the shadows when the blade of his knife grew bright while the tech savvy twin looked through the book as much as Rick had, since all the words he needed were in a language he knew well. When Rick saw George raising his hand and a chunk of ground rose up to keep a fireball from hitting Sam, both the ground and George's hand were glowing golden like the sun in all of this green. Whatever it was that was going on with them, they'd have to figure it out. "Put the book down!" he shouted when a taloned hand left a mark on George's arm, his reaction a second too late.
Phantom was livid. Fright had been adapting to the new situation, obviously, but he had proven a loyal Knight and did not deserve death for his loyalty to the ruler of the Spirit World. Plasmius had crossed a line and he wouldn't be doing it again. Every bit of creativity the halfa could spare was being put into this battle; ecto staffs charged with electricity, fireballs and ice beams launched together, and every combination of his powers that came to mind. When he was too slow, silver light shielded him from the incoming blast of fire, and every few seconds, Plasmius would wince as though stabbed by something the prince couldn't see.
Finally, a wave of energy swept out and knocked all humans in the fight to the ground, though silver and gold light surrounded Tucker and Sam to protect them. Plasmius raised his sword, shrouded in maroon fire, and brought it down upon Phantom. Phantom summoned a sword of ice, a miniature storm surrounding the blade, and brought it up to block the strike. Electricity arced and thunder boomed through the whole city when the swords clashed, yet the halfas did not waver, their auras staining the green sky crimson and azure. Plasmius' mouth opened wide and he sucked in a breath, flames rising from the back of his throat. Phantom did the same, power, sound and ice a whisper away.
Then wrongness steeped the air like a stench. The spirits stilled, sixth senses ringing with alarm as something was suddenly there, all around them, in the air, in the ground, in the very world itself, something was wrong wrong wrong-
The sound of metal twisting against metal rang in the ears of the halfas, cutting through the unnatural silence and Phantom looked up, wishing instantly he hadn't, praying this was one of Nocturne's tricks, Clockwork teaching him some lesson he needed to learn, anything but that!
A dented and damaged thermos fell to the ground, the cap landing near it as white flames and blood-colored light shone over the park. A twisted and unnatural aura blanketed the area and Danny pulled back from his clash with Plasmius, a horrified whisper of "No, no no no no no no no no no no no no NO," rushing out of his mouth like a waterfall bursting through a dam.
A dark dream-haunting chuckle rumbled and the halfas were blasted to the ground, black and white flashes rising from the craters they made. "Danny boy, how nice to see you again."
I bet you all thought that Vlad was gonna be the big bad of this story. pfft. so, I've decided that the last update will be on a monday as well, to signify that the scene is happening on a monday. in case you forgot.
questions, comments, thoughts about the world?
aslan333: why thank you
Count Raptor: It works because the show has shown it to be a possibility, and I enjoy killing characters who deserve punishment. and no, I haven't.
Guest: ok so, no. I... no. don't assume the rules here, cause those will be explained through situations... probably. Spirits can reincarnate as other Spirits, and Ghosts either are never seen again in anyway or are reincarnated as some non-ectoplasmic entity.
Oracle-Sama: that is quite the possibility there, but Valerie has little reason to stop Phantom from killing Plasmius.
BLINIX: even more fight scene!
mokeykiddo1: sorry, yes i did. thank you!
kimera20: no you're amazing! also thank you!
gwencarson126: you are too kind! thank you, dear reader! i hope this was quick enough for you!
Cabit and the Weasel: le gasp! that i did! glad it was a surprise.
Phantom J ryder: Randy doesn't quite care about royalty and titles, plasmius you can see above, and Fright well... he's dead, so it doesn't matter. but i love your enthusiasm! Thank you and it's called Zalgo!
Barely Existant: why thank you dear friend! no we can't indeed, though there's still a chance that we'll lose our dear king. after all, the worst things are often found in the dark
THANK YOU ALL, YOU ARE LOVELY! unfortunately, this story is coming to its closing end. the next chapter shall be its last. I have soemthing else in the works, but Phantom Age has slipped the notice of my muse for some reason. I have a quick warning to start out with right now, though:
The show was vague with what who's limits were and at what point due to what conditions. thus, it's a world building playground. I shall be taking great liberty with the fact that several things were never set in stone in canon. Plus, canon meets my cannon and you can guess which will win here.
so, have a great morning/night wherever you are, and may the spirits sing with you!
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