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A/n: Hey everybody, I'm back with the second chapter. I just wanted to give everyone a heads up. This chapter will focus on some OCs that I made. Now don't worry, these people will not be main characters, this will be the only time that you see them. I know how everybody hates OC's and I just wanted to say this will be the only time you'll see them. Although they might make small cameos in future chapters, bit that's it. These characters are ghosts and the only point of making them, is that I wanted to give you readers a look into the existence of an average ghost, and the suffering that they have to go through. Most of the ghosts in the show don't really have any backstories on who they were. For this story I wanted to use the idea that some ghosts were people who were wronged in society when they were alive. This concept will come back in later chapters. I got inspired when I was reading stuff about ghosts who are basically spirits of vengeance. I also have certain themes that I want to be in the story and I thought the ghosts could be used to help represent those themes. These include things like; vengeance, corruption, and trying to deal with an inner pain. I thought it would be interesting to have the ghosts be a result of humanity's senseless actions, and a kind of representation of humanity's dark side. It seemed interesting to write, and it could possibly provide commentary on society.

Chapter 2:

Victims of Society.

10 years ago

"GO BURN IN HELL, YOU MUTIE FILTH!"

David was done with the world. He was done with it for quite some time. All the torment and abuse he was forced to endure from mankind had taken his toll on him. David observed his arm and noticed a new scar that was present on his body. It didn't stick out compared to the hundreds of others that littered pretty much every part of his skin. Quite a few were given to him from those that saw David as an easy person to rob or rough up for the fun of it. Most of them, like the thug who just assaulted him a few seconds ago, were from the countless number of assholes that wanted to show him how unwanted he was. All because of the power that came from the gene that he inherited from his father. David's eyes started to tear as the thought of family intruded into his mind.

His father Greg, was gone. His father's eyes that were once filled with compassion and love, were nothing, but a fading memory to young David. His mother on the other hand, David never knew. He never had any pictures to know what she looked like, and his father would always tear up when David asked anything about her. It was only when he was twelve did he manage to get the story out of his father. Greg told his child that his mother was the only human worth caring about in the world. That she treated his father with love and understanding, and that she was ecstatic when she found out she was pregnant. They were a happy family with a bright future ahead of them.

David started to sob silently when he remembered how the story ended. Those FOH dogs found his family and tried to take them out in blind prejudice. He was only an infant when they came for his family. His father told him how he fought with his entire being to protect David and his mother. Greg managed to take down several of the soldiers and it looked like everything would be alright. Until a couple of them pulled out their flamethrowers. Next thing his parents knew, the house was being burned down by the flames. In the struggle Greg was separated from David and his mother, who were forced to flee in different directions to escape the house. They ended up taking different routes in the forest that was behind their house in order to escape. David's father was able to deal with the attackers pursuing him. He thought that once he got rid of them, they would be able to rebuild everything and continue on with their lives, until he heard a sound that made him pale with absolute dread. A sickening scream of fear and misery was made, before a resounding gunshot followed. Using all the speed that he could muster, Greg raced to the source and the sight that he encountered would haunt his nightmares for the rest of his existence.

The remains of his wife greeted him all of her blood and brain matter from her head was all over the grass, and cradled in the arms of her body was their son. Greg turned his head to see the bigot with his smoking gun. In a flash, the angry father had his hands around the murderer's head and was squeezing it with all his might. He poured everything into this attack; his hatred, his despair, his grief, and his misery. Before he knew it, the man's head exploded like a water balloon, spraying everything onto his attacker. Greg looked at the body as he let it fall to the ground. Despite the graphic death, he thought it wasn't enough, he wanted that man to experience the loss and hopelessness that he made him deal with. He wanted him to cry out for mercy. His thoughts of vengeance were interrupted by an infant's crying. Greg turned and saw his son, still alive in the arms of his dead mother.

Their bright future was now a living hell, as father and son were forced to live in this world with the constant threat of being taken down by anyone who knew what they were. Greg couldn't get a decent job because no one would hire an abomination. They were forced to live on the streets for a good majority of time. Fighting to survive and see another day. While dealing with the world that made them feel abandoned, unwanted, and unloved. However, they still had each other to rely on, to keep them sane. He had his father to help him survive for fourteen years.

Unfortunately, it seemed like the world wasn't done with beating David down. While trying to find something to eat the two were caught between a brawl between some superhero and supervillain. David didn't know their names and he didn't care that he couldn't recognize them. The superheroes never bothered to help his family or any other mutant, they just cared about protecting the status quo. It would seem that superheroes would give the young mutant another reason to hate them. As during the fight the supervillain ended up noticing the two mutants and fired a plasma blast at the two, launching them into different directions. While trying to pick himself off from the ground David found the super villain standing three feet away from him. A sickening smile forming on his face he lifted his arm and was about to finish David, when his father tackled the bastard. The anger of a protective parent fueling him, Greg snapped the villain's neck, making sure he would never try to harm his son again. The situation would only get worse, as his father was then arrested by the superhero, who was calling him things like "criminal" and "monster" as he was apprehended. His father was then escorted into custody by the so-called hero.

He would never see his father again.

David tried to fight back the tears, but it was pointless. The world took everything from him. It just wasn't fair that everyone hated him just because he was different. Why couldn't fate give him a break. Why couldn't all those bastard humans just die? They were all monsters that deserve nothing, but extinction. What he would give just to get back at everyone for all the atrocities they committed against him and his family.

"THERE'S THE FREAK, LETS GET HIM!"

Right before David's eyes, an angry mob appeared with sneers of disgust written on all of their faces. This was the final straw. David didn't care about the moral repercussions of what he was about to do, he just wanted all of them to suffer. He aimed his hands at the crowd, preparing to blow them to kingdom come. Sadly, nothing happened because the young boy didn't have enough energy.

It was then David's miserable life would end up being cut short. As the crowd surrounded him and started to punch and kick the poor kid while he was down on the ground. The poor youth tried to take the beating and hoped it would just end, that they would have their fun and then leave alone. He could then heal his wounds somewhere, and be able to carry on with his life. He wished for it to be over with and done, but it seems his wish was futile, as the attack continued for what seemed like hours. Some of members of the crowd actually had the gall to start spitting on the poor boy. Others were shouting hateful slurs at the top of their lungs. The pain would be the last thing he would ever feel.

Present

David sighed sadly as he drifted through the endless void that was the Ghost Zone. His endless misery wouldn't just stop. Not even death could stop the depression that was inside him. The ghost zone to David was even worse than the mortal one. Every part of the Ghost Zone that he had been to just oozed sadness and loss. Most of the spirits he encountered had the same broken look on their faces just like David did. Although David did make some friends with others who had tragic deaths, nothing could stop the everlasting emptiness that filled his entire being.

"Hey David." Snapping out of his thoughts, he brought his attention to the owner of that voice. There he saw his friend Grace looking at him with a bland look that conveyed no emotion, this wasn't something that was out of place for his friend. Grace was a middle aged woman who's life was ruined and destroyed by her abusive boyfriend Rick. He felt pity for his friend when he remember the other things she told him. How nobody believed her because her boyfriend made her out to be a slut. Even though, it was her boyfriend who was the adulterous one.

Soon Grace would find herself pregnant, and in nine months a new member to the dysfunctional relationship was added. The child's existence made Grace's life even more difficult as she now had to protect her child from Rick's drunken fits of rage. Eventually it all took its toll on her, and she decided to end it once and for all. When Rick came home one night he suddenly met a bullet right between his eyes. The police ended up getting involved, and Grace was sent to prison, while her child was put into foster care. The rest of her life was spent in prison, as she ended up being killed in a prison riot.

When she came back as a ghost, she tried to find her child back in the human world. Only to be hunted down by the Guys in White and any other ghost hunter looking to capture a ghost. Everyone one else she encountered just fled in terror from her. Even her own child, as when she finally found him in his new home, he ended up crouching in the corner of his room, crying for her to leave him alone and to not hurt him. Now Grace wandered the Ghost Zone aimlessly, with the constant aura of sadness around her. Ever since David encountered her in the spirit world, she never showed any emotions at all. She just spoke in a bland emotionless voice, and that was only when she actually felt like talking. Although there were times that David found her weeping when she thought she was alone.

They weren't the only ones to suffer horrific fates in life. There were the other lost souls that David was on friendly terms with. There was Drake, who was an African-American, who was lynched by the Ku Klux Klan in the fifties. Spencer, a teenager who was beaten to death by his father, when he discovered that his son was a homosexual. Finally, there was Alexandra, who died because the paramedic refused to treat her when he found out she was transgender. Jason, who was bullied until he committed suicide. They were all fated to spend the rest of their existence in the ghost zone, with their horrid pasts forever haunting them.

"Whats up?" he finally replied.

"Have you heard the news?"

"What news?"

"There's a new ghost king." David was sputtering in disbelief, the last ghost king was Pariah Dark, a tyrant who's lust for conquest made him one of the most vile ghosts in existence, he was also incredibly powerful. It took the combined powers of the ancients to subdue him, and they were only able to put him into an eternal slumber. The ghostly dictator would later awaken again, only to be put back to rest by the famed hybrid Danny Phantom. Even Phantom was only able to subdue him, and he had to use some suit that increased his power level. If one were to become the Ghost King they would have to destroy the previous one.

"How is that possible?" he asked. "Pariah Dark is the most powerful being in the Ghost Zone, the only ones who could match him in power are the ancients and Danny Phantom, and they were only able to subdue him. It would take a god to actually destroy him."

"Well then I guess a god did it," Grace replied in an uncharacteristic snarky tone. "And now this god is charge of this shithole."

"Well why did this supposed god do it anyway?" David asked. "Pariah Dark was already sealed up, so there was no point in destroying him anyway."

"I guess he just wanted the title of king then," Grace assumed with a shrug. David thought about it and it made sense, if one wanted to be king they would have to overthrow the person who was currently king. If there was a new ghost king then it meant that he or she actually destroyed Pariah Dark. To accomplish that, this ghost must've had some powers. A shiver went down his nonexistent spine at the amount of power this new king had. He wondered if this ghost would be just as cruel or even worse than Pariah Dark.

"Why are you telling me this anyway?" he questioned.

"The new king just announced that he wants every ghost within the area to come to Pariah's Keep. Although now that I mention it, it wouldn't be called Pariah's Keep anymore because he's gone," Grace stated as she continued to ramble, which was unusual if you knew her history. She stopped when she realized that she was getting off topic. "Nevermind that, the new king just wants every ghost near the area to report to his castle. Apparently he has some big news that he wants to share". Seeing that there was nothing else to do, David followed Grey as the two headed in the direction of Pariah's Keep. The two wondered who this new king could possibly be. Both of them had a small amount of hope that maybe, just maybe this new king wouldn't be as cruel as the last one. That the new king would actually try to make the Ghost Zone a better place, and that he may be able to help them and their friends deal with this feeling of emptiness that consumed their cores.

A/N: And there's the second chapter. I'm sorry if you were expecting to see Dan or Danny in this chapter, but I wanted to do some world building. I promise that the next chapter will have Dan. Anyway, go ahead and comment on your thoughts.