Chimera hovered above the Nasty Burger like a horrible black bat, his face twisted into a nasty smile and shots of red firing out from his sceptre, each hitting a target into the city and pulling it into the hellish architecture of all that surrounded it.
He had finally found a world to turn into his own kingdom of hate and despair. And here, he would not be faced with Walker and his men or any ghosts with the power to oppose him. That one ghost child would be in no state to fight after he realised what he had been caused to do. It was too late to stop him now anyway. The city had been swept up into his nightmare and the citizens' lives had turned on their heads. Everyone was now acting like the very things they had come to despise over all their years. The degree to which some of the transformations had taken their victims had proved truly frightening. Who knew the living were so hateful?
He wasn't about to complain, though. It had worked so marvelously to his advantage. And within a few minutes he would have conquered all the city. He let out a victorious sigh and closed his eyes.
"Táim go maith," he hissed contentedly.
"I don't know what you said, but you sounded happy," a voice called from behind him, "I'd say 'I'd hate to spoil your good mood,' but I'd be lying!" Chimera whirled around, and barely caught sight of a silver-gloved fist speeding towards his face before he was shot back, robes flapping around him as he fell and his sceptre almost falling from his grip. He had barely gotten himself back together when he felt another force; a hot, glowing, pure white one; ram into his body, setting off a shockwave that had him falling into a mangled old tree. Snarling, he flew out to meet his adversary – and was soon yanked back, gagging as his robes went up against his throat. They had gotten caught on the branches. Undaunted save for his pride, Chimera freed himself with a blast to the branches with his sceptre, but he had little time to find his assailant. A jab to the gut, a kick to the side, and a punch up against the chin shut his eyes and racked his body, followed by another spectral blast. His robes caught on one a street sign, causing him to flip over as he fell and fall face-first onto the cement. Now both his pride and his face were bruised (or whatever it is that happens to ghosts). Pulling himself up and ripping his robes free, he set his snarling sights on his foe; Danny Phantom, sporting an evil cocky grin and his eyes blazing bright green.
Danny looked down at the ghost, wearing a cocky grin on his face and letting his eyes glow green rather than just adopt a green colour. The ghost was glaring up at him, his face twisted into a nasty and hateful grimace. Danny just made his smile wider. Truth to tell, the last thing he felt like doing was smiling at his enemy and toying around with him, but heand Tucker had worked out a plan.
"What's the matter, Maleficent?" Danny shouted in a nasty mock-tone, "Having trouble with your dress?" the ghost reeled back for a moment at the insult, then, with a snarl, let loose a wave of red light from his sceptre. His lower half converting into a ghostly tail, Danny swiftly moved off to the side, almost like a gust of wind, the blast not even clipping him. Further aggrivated, the ghost flew up to Danny's level. He raised his hands up, then adopted the form of a green glowing cloud of smoke that took the form of a red-eyed bat. With a high-pitched sreech it lunged forward, attempting to make a strike. Danny quickly converted himself into ghostly vapour and flew apart, reassembling once the attack had passed him. As the ghost converted back to his original form Danny turned to face him, crossing his arms and putting his smug grin back on. The ghost aimed his sceptre at Danny's chest and let loose three red blasts. Danny dodged all of them, keeping his grin the whole time and leaving his arms crossed.
"Catch me if you can, girly!" he shouted in a taunting manner, and with that, he took off at full speed. The ghost stared after him for a moment with a look of indignation, then screeched and followed in pursuit.
"That's it, bat boy…" Danny muttered as he looked over his shoulder, "follow the leader," he took a hard left as they went on, went around in circles, went up and down, and took a hard left again. He wasn't trying to shake the ghost off his tail, and such complex flying patterns only made him tired, but the ghost was getting confused and frustrated, and that would cloud his judgement. Danny kept going around like a lunatic for a few minutes more, then pulled to a screeching stop in front of the school. He turned to face the ghost, who had an insane glint in his eye and his mouth pulled into a twisted, hateful grimace. Danny just smirked.
"Tuck, NOW!" he shouted. A strange humming noise started up below them. The ghost looked down…and just barely avoided being fried by a blast of green spectral energy fired out of the Fenton Bazooka. Tucker quicky fired off another shot, always keeping his eyes locked on the ghost as it tried to avoid being turned into green slime. Tucker let go of the bazooka with one hand to grab at the Jack-A-Nine-Tails. He let both weapons loose at the same time. The ghost was too busy dodging the weapons that he didn't see the blast Danny had fired, which made direct contact with his back and had him falling over himself in mid-air. Tucker now grabbed the Fenton Foamer he'd picked up from FentonWorks and fired that off, making a direct hit and causing the ghost to let out a painful screech, scrambling to brush the ooze off himself.
"Nice work, Tuck," Danny gave his friend a thumbs-up, "Now throw me the thermos!" Tucker just grinned.
"Let's mess around with him for a while," he called back up, "We've got him right where we…" he quickly cut his words short. The ghost threw up a dome of green around his body, blasting all the foam off him. His eyes going pure blood-red, he evaporated once again into green vapour that sucked itself into the sceptre's black jewel. The sceptre itself became a glowing orb of black and red, hovering in mid-air. Then, without warning, it launched itself into Danny's chest, sending shocks of black lighting all over his body. Screaming with agony, Danny tried to throw up a shield to knock whatever it was off him, but had no luck. The pain grew worse and worse by the second, and soon it appeared that his body would be snapped in two, and then…it stopped. His body went limp in mid-air. His eyes went half-shut, dark circles forming around his eyes as his vision slowly faded to blackness.
