Disclaimer – I do NOT own Danny Phantom (that's Butch Hartman's) or either of the songs appearing in this story. (they're Good Charlotte's) and I am making no money from this. (wish I was though, I have about 2 cents to my name at the moment, which ain't good at Christmas time lol)
Danny flew through the storm rain water mixing with the tears on his cheeks, blinding him, but he flew on regardless, not even bothering to wipe his eyes. He didn't know where he was going and didn't really care, he just needed to get out and away from Sam, just needed time to clear his head. He was so preoccupied in his thoughts that he didn't see the object until he ran into it. Slightly stunned he flew back a little to give himself time to regain his bearings. What he saw shocked him. In his path was a ghost, but not any of the ghosts he had faced before. This one was new. He was at least seven feet tall and built like a tank. His arms were easily at least three times as thick as Danny's whole body and his chest bulged with well toned muscles. He wore a pair of ripped blue jeans with a pair of black combat boots and a black tank top. His hair was jet black and when he turned to face Danny he saw that his eyes were blood red. On his back he carried a wicked looking double edged sword sheathed in its scabbard. And when he spoke his voice reminded Danny of a thunderclap.
"Who the hell do you think you are whelp" the insult angered Danny who, irrespective of the man's muscles, launched into one of his usual sarcastic come-backs.
"I'm Danny Phantom. The resident ghost hunter and this is my town. Who the hell are you and what are you doing out of the ghost zone?"
"Disrespectful child. I am Ares and this is my town now" before Danny could respond Ares launched at him and punched him hard in the stomach, sending him spiralling to the park where he slammed hard enough into the ground to leave a small crater. He lay in it winded and dazed for what felt like hours before his assailant landed and picked him up by the front of his suit.
"Don't tell me that's the best you have boy, I was expecting a half decent fight after all of that bravado you shouted at me"
"If you want a fight you've got one" Danny replied and threw a punch hitting Ares in the eye, causing him to release his grip giving Danny the opportunity to fly away and prepare for Ares next attack but no amount of preparation could have helped Danny avoid the next assault. Faster then Danny could see Ares leapt into the air and reappeared in front of Danny's face. Before he could react Ares threw a punch that connected squarely with Danny's cheekbone before spinning around and slamming both of his fists into Danny's back, once again sending him spinning back to the ground, creating another crater but this time slightly bigger and this time it took Danny much longer to recover but Ares waited patiently in mid air for Danny to rejoin him. When he did Danny's face was covered in blood and he was having trouble breathing.
"What's the matter whelp, had enough already?" Ares taunted
"Not on your afterlife" Danny quipped "just getting my second wind" with that he launched at the ghost and delivered a flurry of punches and kicks to Ares' face, chest, stomach and arms until he exhausted himself. He flew back a little expecting Ares to fall to the ground but what he saw took what little breath he had left away. His attacker wasn't even fazed, infact he was smiling.
"You are a weak little thing aren't you? You're not even worth me wasting my time over" before Danny could comprehend what that could possibly mean Ares had unsheathed his blade and was flying strait at him, Danny didn't have time to move as the blade rammed into his stomach. White hot pain surged through him as the blade was retracted and he fell to the ground again, leaving a trail of crimson to follow his decent.
As he fell he thought he heard someone scream his name before he saw the trademark beam of blue white light, only ever seen emitted from the Fenton Thermos, encase Ares. He was sure he saw someone running toward him, holding his jacket and the Thermos, someone with raven hair and violet eyes.
"Sam" he mumbled before his world went black.
What a cliffie huh? So what's happened, Is he dead? Did he simply pass out? Why did Sam have the thermos? What was she doing in the park in that weather? all these questions answered and more in the concluding chapter to be posted when I next get the Internet working. Feel free to review and tell me if you want a happy ending or a sad one 'cause I haven't made up my mind which one to go for yet, I know what my preference is…