GUESS WHO'S BACK!

I'm back with a three-month hiasus, ending with a cliffie. Wonder what happens to poor Danny? FIND OUT!

Anyways, this will be part two of a two part fic. This will be Danny's POV. They're going in order. The fic will be MayB's version of The Ultimate Enemy. Its a lot different. A LOT DIFFERENT!

My chest felt extremely tense. My stomach was in knots and I felt like I would throw up any second now. I looked around at the devastation my ghost half had caused, "Why?"

'Because it's what you wanted.' I hate that voice. Sitting in the back of my head just giving its evil commentary. I couldn't believe what he had done though.

(Flashback)

I woke up at Sam's house. Why I really don't know. I had a really bad headache and I felt weak. When I woke up, I was in her kitchen. I looked around, noticing what a bad mess it was in. "Sam?"

No answer.

I stood up and began to walk to her room, "Sam? Where-" I hit something. I looked down and saw her boot; the rest of her body was hidden by the wall she was behind. It looked like she was lying down. I walked over and peeked behind the wall slowly.

There she was. Just lying there like she was asleep. "Sam?" I could hear the weakness in my voice as my mind was telling me the worst.

'She's gone.'

No. It couldn't be. I rushed to her side and reeled back as quickly as I came. She was just staring at me. Her glazed over violet eyes just bearing into mine. She wasn't breathing and my breath quickened at the sight. There were bruises around her neck and arms.

Regaining my courage, I crawled next to her and closed her eyes. She looked more peaceful that way. I put her head in my lap absentmindedly as suspects ran through my head. "Who did this to you, Sam?"

'You did, don't you remember?'

No. No. No! I got up and ran from that disaster zone. As I ran out of her house the memories came back to me. Me strangling Sam, and…oh no…

"Tucker!"

I ran to Tucker's house and I saw his parents there. I went intangible quickly as they turned around. They were crying. Crying. Now what? I saw them talking to a policeman and I decided to skip on hearing the detail and see the area for myself.

Walking through life unnoticed

Knowing that no one cares

Too consumed in their masquerade

No one sees him there

"Oh my God." Was all I could say as I looked at the destroyed room that used to belong to my best friend. The only thing that looked like it had life to it was his computer that had the Doomed game blinking 'Game Over'. I fought back tears and the nauseous feeling returned.

As I passed by the policemen and Tucker's parents I heard them say his body wasn't found but was probably obliterated. Why would I do this?

No. Why would he do this?

'This is what you were feeling, I was just acting it out.'

No. I had decided I had had enough and ran out of there. As I returned outside I saw Sam's parents' limo pass, great. They were in for it. My eyes widened as I heard what the other officer had said,

"The Fenton's House is messed up pretty bad, too. We're going to have to put the town under ghost alert."

I didn't want to see it. I just didn't. I could see the memories and that was enough to drive me insane. What now?

'Go home.'

No. I'm not going. I can't look at it. 'Then it'll only get worse.'

Without thinking. I ran towards my house.

(End Flashback)

Or what was left of it. I saw that the whole second floor was blown off. I closed my eyes tightly and fell to the ground. I turned over to the drain and just let everything out. Is this what Sam had felt like when she had been depressed that time in eighth grade? I tried to wish everything away, but this wasn't a cartoon. This was real.

And everything I had is gone. And it's all of my fault.

'Heh, don't hog all of the credit.'

Oh that's it. I reached for my cell phone. Without thinking, I dialed the operator number. "Vlad Masters, Wisconsin." Wait a minute. What was I doing? Then I felt it, I was losing control again.

"Hello, Masters speaking."

"Mr. Masters?"

"Daniel! Well this quite a shock! So what do I owe this suspicious phone call?"

"They're all dead."

"Excuse me?"

"All of them, mom, dad, Jazz, Sam, and Tucker, they're dead." Darn it, Danny don't cry. You can't break down in front of your enemy.

"How did this happen?" I could hear his voice break down a bit. Like he wasn't sure whether to believe me or not.

"I did it, and I need you to help me."

"Sure, I'll have someone there to pick you up tomorrow."

I couldn't believe this. Why was I asking Vlad for help? "Okay, thank you."

I heard the other end of the line click and I hit the end button on my phone. I didn't want to do this. But it was my only choice. I mean everyone else was gone.

I got up and walked inside of the house. Closing my eyes, I walked past the living room and the kitchen until I felt the stairs. I don't know why I was coming up there since it was already blown off. I reached my room and opened my eyes. Well, now I have that skylight I was begging for.

My room looked semi-decent. Save for the ceiling being blown off. I walked over to my closet and quickly began packing my things. As I threw random things in my suitcases, I noticed the picture frame of my family and I.

It was when he had first moved in our house. I remember begging so that I could be closer to Tucker and Sam. We were starting to put the Fenton Works sign on the front when we took the photo. I smiled and I finally allowed the tears to fall.

- - - - - - - - - - -

Vlad's little limo came to pick me up around 7:00 AM. I remember looking back at my house and seeing Valerie run over. She watched the limo drive away and I noticed the look of sadness on her face. She waved goodbye and I turned around and faced the road ahead.

But she will sing

Till everything burns

While everyone screams

Burning their lies

Burning my dreams

13 hours later

Whoa. I really had to go to the bathroom. I must've fallen asleep. I tapped the divider separating me from the driver, "Excuse me, are we stopping soon?"

I felt the car stop, "We're here."

I rolled the window down and saw the castle I knew too well. I got out and my stuff was already sitting there. 'Wow, talk about service.'

I took the picture frame and got out of the limo. I saw Vlad standing there, looking at me sympathetically. Sympathy that was a new emotion to him probably. He came down the steps and tipped the driver. I looked at the picture in my hand and the pain started to resurface.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up to see Vlad's sympathetic look. It didn't help much really, not now at least.

Vlad's servants came and took everything inside. I walked with them taking some of my own stuff. "Where do I stay?"

Vlad looked at me sternly, the look I finally recognized, "I think we should talk about why you need help, and I know you know I'm not a psychiatrist."

I looked down, I wasn't sure about this, but it was the only way. "I need you to take the ghost out of me."

"What?"

"You can have what you wanted and I'll just be out of your way, I mean, that is what you wanted right?"

"Why?"

"Because I have nothing else to live for, and I can't fight ghosts when I'm feeling the way I am."

Vlad nodded, "We'll start the operation tomorrow, but for now, upstairs to your left."

I nodded and started upstairs. The room was plain. It wasn't Packers themed or anything. There was a dresser, a computer, a bed, and a bathroom. Wow. I put the picture frame on the nightstand next to the bed and then lay down on it. I closed my eyes thinking of how life would be like after I had the ghost removed.

The pain in my chest came back. I knew I would still get that, but then again, with the ghost gone, maybe everything would be different.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

I woke up the next morning really early. I guess thirteen hours of sleep really does a number on ya. I got up and went downstairs to the kitchen. I could already smell the breakfast cooking. I entered the dining area and saw Vlad sitting there reading the newspaper.

He saw me and gave me a stern face, "What have you done?"

I raised my eyebrow at him, "What?"

He threw the newspaper down in front of me and my horror story was on the front page. "It wasn't me."

Vlad nodded, "Everything's set up for the operation, I suggest we do it now."

"Yeah you're probably anxious for your new apprentice aren't you?"

He glared at me, "Don't start with me."

We entered his lab and I saw what looked like ghost gauntlets and a table with a monitoring system.

"I'm going to have to put you to sleep because it may hurt."

That didn't sound too good. "Why would it hurt?"

The claws came out of the ghost gauntlets, "Oh."

I gulped. This is it. I'll finally be rid of him. I'll finally be normal. I lay down on the bed and Vlad gave a mask that made me…

- - - - - - - - - - -

Oh man, where am I? I saw a laboratory and then the memory came back to me. Vlad's. I looked around, he wasn't there, and did the operation work? It was deathly quite in the here. I tried to get up but I was bound to the table.

"Well," a voice said that sounded like my own, "It's about time."

I looked up and saw my ghost half hovering above me. Oh no. He flew down to my level and broke the restraints causing me to fall on floor. I looked up, "Where's Vlad?"

He smirked at me and then threw me across the room. "You won't have to worry about him much longer, or anyone else as a matter of fact."

"What are you talking about?"

He flew up and stared at me, "Heh, it wasn't just me who killed your friends and family! You helped me with the anger that built up inside of you."

All of this hate

He took me by my shirt and punched me square in the face. Sending me flying into Vlad's ghost equipment. I wanted to scream as I felt pain surge throughout my body. I could feel the warm blood rushing down my side…

And all of this pain

I rolled over and backed up against the wall bringing my knees and hugging myself. There was nothing I could do to stop him. I was just a defenseless human being now. His shadow came over me and he glared, "You don't want feel this pain anymore?" he asked as he pointed to his chest, "I can help with that!"

I'll burn it all down

He grabbed one of the ghost gauntlets and slashed my chest with the claws. I screamed in pain and I could feel a burning sensation throughout my body. I fell to the floor and watched as the blood emerged out of the deep wound.

"If it's your heart that's causing you all this misery maybe we should just rid you of it!"

As my anger reigns

I knew what was coming and I braced myself with all I had. I felt him punch into the wound and…

Till everything burns

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