So it's been a long time for sure. Over a year in fact. Wow time flies. Well things have been a bunch of ups and downs for me and for a while I lost my passion for writing sadly.
A few reviews though helped ignite my passion again and get me going. I owe it to myself and to you, my readers, to finish this story and finish it well.
This here is a short tidbit to let you know that I am working on this story's end and I will get it done. Yes, the end is close and no I do not plan to make a sequel to this fanfic. I might make another Danny Phantom one at some point but it won't be any time soon.
Without further ado please enjoy the first update this fic has had in over a year. Flood me with reviews and let me know you all are still out there!
Disclaimers: blah blah blah you know it all already.
Enjoy~
Danny walked through the dark alleys holding his bleeding stomach. For a librarian of a ghost the Ghost Writer packed a hell of a punch. No wonder no one messed with him. As he walked through the stone buildings he thought he was nearing the loss of consciousness as the world around him started to go black. But that just wasn't the case.
The lights above his head popped and cascaded the ground with shards of glass. Steadily all the bulbs shattered in front and behind him leaving him in darkness. If not for the light of the moon there would be no light at all. But even that light was a cold and harsh one as he felt a chill go through his body.
Pure fear seared through his bones. His entire body felt like a rusted wench that couldn't move even with the hardest pull. The tension in his body made his join ache and his muscles twist painfully. The immeasurable fear going through him, the crippling terror, was without reason. Looking every direction he could he couldn't find a single thing or person that could cause him to feel such panic.
Then it happened. Slowly black swirls of mist started to form on the ground. Danny scrambled away from it but tripped and fell back on his hands. The harsh stone ground biting into his skin didn't even register to him as he looked up at the blood red eyes staring down at him. The bright white teeth ready to tear his flesh apart. The black body formed in the mist rose it's hands and a black scythe appeared in it's hands.
With a manic grin it brought the blade down and silenced the boy's screams.
It reached down to claim it's soul as it rightfully should. As it's existence demanded. But there was no soul to claim. This was a fake. It's kill was as hallow as it's hands reaching for a prize. It's mirthful grin turned into a rage filled hiss. A fake would not satisfy it. A deep sniff at this fakes blood revealed the truth. A copy, a fake, a clone.
The blood was real, the blood was truth. The blood contained the scent of the real prey it hunted. Looking towards the beach it's mirthful grin returned.
The Reaper would soon get it's kill.
And there you have it. The Reaper has made a full blow appearance.
Now honestly, you lot know my love of cliffhangers. Did you expect anything else form me?
R&R and let me know you all are still alive out there!