Beyond Life and Death
I don't own Danny Phantom.
Chapter 9: Dumbfounded
If the Necromancer had a functioning heart, it would skip at what he experienced upon walking out of the ancient structure. The sun emerging from clouds blinded his eyes. He felt the cold March wind blowing against his robes. He looked out onto the rooftops of the city's buildings and down at the many black dots that were the citizens of this city. It had worked. The relic from his old life had managed to finally utilize its abilities of dimensional teleportation. It had once failed, but now it had been successful. His dreams were finally coming true. A metropolis in his vision would be soon be laid out in front of him. For now, it was time for the humans to know of his coming. Creating the circular platform, he stepped onto it and began to float downwards to the mass of humans.
The closer he got to the center of the streets; he got a better view of the humans. He took note of their expressions closely. Many of them had their eyes wide open. Many had their mouths a gap. A few looked ready to scream or pass out. (Cowards. Nothing but a group of cowards,) he thought to himself. He expected no less of this race. They could barely understand the true purpose of their universe. They were too busy with war, disease, and death. Ghosts were clearly better then those of the flesh. In time, they would become the dominant ones.
The platform settled in the middle of the intersection and the Necromancer began to observe the masses. Everyone backed up a few feet and whispers began to spring from the citizens. The Necromancer smiled beneath his hood as he sensed their fear. Finally, he spoke:
"Humans! Calm yourselves!" He yelled out, silencing the crowd. "I am the answers to your prayers! For I am the Necromancer!"
Sam, who was in the back of the crowd, had finally gotten a reply to her response. This ghost was the Necromancer. No one just comes down from a floating ghost fortress with no protection and yells it out in the streets. The question was what did he want? Why had he come? Also, was this guy as strong as Ember said?
"You humans, I give you credit. Without your deaths, there would be no ghosts. There would be no Ghost Zone. And, most of all, there would be no me. And, it's about time your "kindness" was amended for. The top structure floating above your city provided me with access to this world. Now, this is hard to understand what I will say next, yet even your mind can contemplated it. When one wants a new order, liberties must be taken. I plan on bringing the populace of the Ghost Zone to your world. However, I need human should to provide enough energy to do so. As this city seems to be well known by most of the Ghosts in the Zone, I will require you to give yourselves to me."
The crowd wanted to speak out at this, but they felt frozen with fear. Sam was also struck with fear. She told herself to be strong, but even that was being halted. This ghost was going to kill. He was going to bring more Ghosts to this world. Visions of their coming assaulted Sam's mind. This ghost was crazier then powerful.
"Upon entering this world, the Ghosts may be upset. And that will result in the genocide of your people. Just remember that you can fight death. Come to a new paradise. This world will be free of your problems. Eternal life shall be yours. And all you have to do, is surrender. What do you have to say to that?"
As an answer, the crowd went into a furry. Yells, cries, and gasps could be heard erupting from different directions. It seemed as though this crowd wasn't too happy about his orders.
"I see that there will be some resistance," the Necromancer stated.
Just then, five police officers emerged from the crowd. They drew their 9mms and assumed them at the ghost. "Don't move!" the middle officer yelled to him.
"You threaten me with those toys you call weapons?" the Necromancer asked.
"I said freeze!"
The Necromancer then let out a chilling laugh. This was because he noticed the fear in their eyes and the shaking of their hands as they held onto the guns. "Brave, my friends. Very foolish though. However, a perfect way to demonstrate my power."
In a flash, the ghost raised up his left covered arm. Out of the hole shoot five green energy beams that pierced the chests of the officers and ripped through their hearts. The officers feel backwards to the ground dead, blood quickly leaking out from the holes. The Necromancer let out another laugh as he watched their bodies whither away. (Such poor excuses for a race. When will they learn?) He thought.
Like it was the crack of a pistol, the entire crowd went into frenzy. Everyone went left, right, or in circles. They didn't care where they went, as long as they got away from this crazy ghost. His words still rang in their heads. Is it the end? Are they all going to be wiped out? Are the final few moments for humanity coming? The answers to those questions would have to wait, for who could thin about that at a time like this? And all the while, the Necromancer laughed on.
"Hold it right there, dirtbag!" a voice ordered from behind the Necromancer. He turned around to see Jack and Maddie Fenton; ghost bazookas aimed at him.
"Ah, the ghost hunters. I've heard quite a bit about you two.
"I take it those things talk of how highly skilled we are?" Jack asked.
"Actually it was more about how you tend to screw up."
"Enough of the small talk! We're taking you down," Maddie said.
"And what for?"
"If you haven't noticed," Maddie said as she pointed out the dead cops and floating ghost structure.
"I just had to give you humans a general idea on the next coming of ghosts," the Necromancer said.
"And what do you think we're here to prevent?" Jack asked.
"Just try."
The two Fentons then fired off two separate rounds from their weapons. However, the Necromancer swatted them away with his hand like one would swat away flies. Staring at their shocked faces, the Necromancer said," My turn." The Fentons were then knocked backwards as by some kind of invisible force. They hit the ground hard as their bazookas were sent flying in separate directions.
During the time this had occurred, only one crowd member had not moved. Sam wasn't feeling scared, upset, or depressed. She was angry. Her fists were clenched and she was shooting death glances into the back of the ghost's head. She couldn't believe this guy. He was the one who got Ember here. He was the cause of the deaths of so many people due to the riots. He was bringing more ghosts here. He had killed five people and was going to take on more. And, worst of all, he had attacked the Fentons. She didn't want this guy to do what he was about to do. Just then, she noticed that the platform he was standing on was rising up. Whether it was the sudden adrenaline rush in her or by her own will, she ran up to one of the fallen officer sand grabbed his pistols. Then, she leapt onto the platform as it was rising and aimed the gun at the Necromancer.
"Well, well, well. You humans certainly do show confidence in the face of danger," he said as he turned towards Sam.
"Shut up," she stated.
"Did you not see what I have done?"
"What does it really prove? That you're just some cowardly ghost like all the rest?"
"Big words coming from such an insignificant life form. I can't wait for this planet to be spilled in your blood."
"I'm warning you!"
"What are you going to do?" the Necromancer asked as he stepped forward. Sam suddenly fired off the gun as soon as he did this. The bullet went forward and pierced the left side of the Necromancer's robes, leaving a small smoking hole from where it had made contact.
"Another of my mementos from Earth destroyed. Oh well, I was getting hot in them anyway," the Necromancer said. Sam then watched the right arm of his cloak placed itself on his chest. In an instance, the cloak was flung off and floated off over the side and towards the ground. Now, Sam could finally see his face. She could lay her eyes on the face of the one who clamed to bring about the end of humanity. She was going to regret wanting that.
The face looking back at her wasn't what she had expected. The face that she was looking into was one that she never thought she would see on the face of an adversary. That face was Danny's. He was before her at this moment. He was Danny, from his clothing to his face to even the black symbol that she had made him on his chest. She would have been grateful to have him back. Her heart would if burst from the joy she would of felt. Now, she felt shocked and confused. Looking into Danny's green eyes, they filled with her with fear and darkness, not with calmness and love. And his mouth. It was twisted in some kind of devilish grin. This wasn't Danny. It couldn't be. But, he was there right in front of her. She felt like she wanted to cry at seeing Danny like this.
However, the Necromancer had other matters to attend to. He saw the girl start to lower the gun, as though she lost the will to threaten him. (Big mistake) he thought. In a flash of green light, he shifted from where he was to right in front of her. He knocked the gun from her hand and then grabbed her by the throat. He lifted her up and moved towards the edge of the platform.
He smiled at hearing her gasp for breath and said," Foolish girl. You could have at least put up more of a fight."
"D-Danny," she sputtered out.
"Who?" he asked. He then remembered and said," Oh yes, him. You must be his 'angel'. I heard him talk about you before he became just an annoyance. You can't let those things hold you back. But now, I think its time to see if his angel can fly!"
He then threw her off the platform and sent her pummeling towards Earth. Sam felt her body being sent downwards towards her concrete drop zone and her death. But, she watched Danny look down at her and continued to watch as he grew more distance. (Danny. Why?) She thought as she waited for her body to be ploughed into the ground. Then she stopped. She then saw darkness creep over her eyes, as her last thought was what Danny had just done to her.
Is this Sam's end? Is Danny the one to end humanity? Can one really trust what their eyes show them? Chapter 10 is coming soon.