I'm back! Two posts in one day, how 'bout that. I already had this written, though… and I really gave up toward the end, but I hope you enjoy it anyway. xD
To Invader Johnny: Haha, yeah I like writing them too. I just have a hard time sometimes making it the right balance, and not too OOC, especially for the previous character development and stuff. But there's so much to do with the idea, especially concerning TUE and other episodes like that. Anyway thanks for reading both my stories and hope you enjoy this next chap too!
To Lisa (Guest): Haha, thanks so much! Thanks for reading both this and IWVAF, and hope you like this chap too!
To Sockenmonster01: I'm so glad you think it sounded good! Like I said to Johnny up there… Its hard sometimes to know if a moment like that is too OOC or too big of a jump from the last chapter… But I'm happy you liked it! Not too man feels in this chapter though. Sorry! Next chapter though… I love writing that stuff! Thanks so much for R&Ring on both this story and the other one! Hope you like this chapter!
To Brenne: Haha yeah… I could write a rejection one-shot later… Angst you know. And I'm not sure I'll continue that one… I really meant it to be just a one-shot, so the ending can be interpreted any way the reader wants. Lol thank you and hope you like this chapter!
To TheLazyWhiteCat: Haha thanks, I like nice Vlad and Danny bonding too… Thanks for reading and reviewing, and hope you enjoy this chapter!
To MsFrizzle: True.. In fact your review inspired this alternate ending! Lol congrats. But, this one might be too harsh… while the last chapter wasn't harsh enough. Ugh, I can never get a good balance. Thanks for reading and reviewing and hope you think this chapter is more probable!
Thanks to Invader Johnny, Shadowfey913, Pana-sule, Professor Cuddles, Xxibio, TheLazyWhiteCat, Rocky Rooster, Mystery301, NieEngel, ShadowHazard16, and SlytherinPosidens Divergents for following and/or favoriting this story! :D So many after just the first chapter!
If any of you haven't read If Vlad Wasn't a Fruitloop (some of your names are new to me), then it goes with this story. It's actually the main one, so if you liked this you might like that one even more! Anyway thanks again! :)
Here's Innocent: Alternate Ending!
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from DP, but I own the plot. I also don't own Innocent by Taylor Swift.
"Wait... Wait!" Danny called with a hoarse voice, flying through the air behind the emergency team. "I-I can help, I-"
Two sets of hands grabbed him and held him back. He struggled and squirmed in their firm hold.
"No, no! I-I can... I..." Tears rushed to his eyes and threatened to drip down his face. "It's my fault, it's my fault, I'm sorry, I'm sorry-" he wrapped his arms around his thin frame, looking down and letting his dark bangs hide his clenched eyes.
Sam and Tucker, who held the quivering boy in their arms, tried to comfort their friend, but their efforts were in vain.
William Lancer's hands quivered as he dialed a number on the class phone. The room was filled with chaotic shouts and conversation. The disbelief of what had just happened was palpable to everyone, especially the English teacher.
"Hello, this is the Guys in White Government Agency. How may we help you?"
The bearded man had been reluctant to call. He felt as if he were betraying his own student, which technically he was, but the boy was a danger to everyone around him. There was a school full of innocent teenagers that just weren't safe with Danny around. If he had injured the football quarterback that badly in one accidental blast, imagine the intended damage that he could do! Lancer just couldn't take the chance of his other students being hurt or worse.
There was no concrete proof that the boy was a ghost, but the use of a green plasma ray and moving intangibly through other students were common abilities that the ghosts had in Amity Park. And, luckily, he knew the national number for the GIW agency, which specialized in ghost hunting. The man shuddered at the word; he couldn't bear to think of one of his students (even one as disobedient and inattentive as Danny Fenton) as something that could be legally hunted, for lack of a better term.
He explained what had happened in to the phone in a hushed tone, watching the black-haired boy wearily as he talked. He knew he was doing the right thing, for the safety of the majority of the school.
"Remain calm, sir. A team will be there momentarily." The disembodied voice on the phone assured the teacher and hung up.
Most of the class had gathered close to Mr. Lancer's desk, as far away from the ghostly boy as possible. The teacher caught a glimpse of the boy close to his two friends, Sam Manson and Tucker Foley. The sight told him that either they were very loyal, or they had known about the secret before that day.
Lancer took a shaky breath and sat back in his chair to wait.
Danny flinched when he heard shouts and the sound of weapons powering up with his improved hearing. The door to the classroom flew open, and multiple Guys in White agents ran in, surrounding the corner where the boy in question was kneeling.
His ice blue eyes widened even further then they were already, and he stopped breathing as ghost hunting guns surrounded him, aiming at his heart.
"Daniel Fenton, put your hands up. Struggling will only harm you. Surrender willingly and treatment will not be harsh."
Dozens of eyes on him, he slowly stood up. He wanted so badly to run, to get away from those men who didn't even consider him human, who were probably planning on dissecting him once they had him locked up.
He had never been that afraid before. Not when he had been shocked by the portal to the verge of death. Not when he had fought multiple ghosts at once, who all wanted him to suffer and bleed. Not when his parents had almost found out his secret. Never before had the ghost boy been this terrified.
"No, you can't do this!" Sam yelled, shoving herself in front of her friend. "You don't even know what happened! It was all an accident, and you have no right to-"
"We have the right to do anything with ghosts." The man said angrily. "And that creature qualifies as a ghost. Step aside young lady, and learn your place."
"Danny is not a creature!" Tucker snapped, joining the fuming Goth girl in front of the half-ghost behind them. "He's a human too. He has the same rights as everyone else-"
"The normal punishment for injuring an innocent is being arrested and put on trial." The GIW agent growled. "That's what we're doing right now. Step aside-"
"You'll have to go through us if-"
"Enough!" Danny snapped loudly, his voice seeming to echo, startling everyone in the room. His eyes glowed green in both sadness and anger. "I'm not letting anyone else get hurt because of me." He pushed past his friends and held out his hands. "I surrender."
"Danny, no!"
"You can't just let them-"
Before he could respond, glowing ghost-proof handcuffs were put on the boy, and he was surrounded and escorted outside to a white truck.
He was shoved into the back, and the only light came through a small window with metal bars.
The handcuffs were so tight around his wrists that they had already made his skin red, and his shoulders ached with his arms restrained in front of him. But worst of all, the cuffs disabled all of his powers, and shocked him when he tried to use them. He shuddered at the reminder of his accident in the portal.
The truck jerked forward, causing the boy to be thrown back into the metal door with a surprised shout. He slid down with his back against the wall and tried his best to steady himself in the moving vehicle.
A lone tear dripped down in the darkness, and hit the metal floor with a quiet plat. Danny took a deep breath and forced himself to hold himself together. He had to stay strong, and not give up hope that everything would turn out okay in the end.
Vlad appeared in his mansion with a cloud of swirling pink gas. It was only a little after noon. He wandered through his house to the kitchen, made some coffee, and turned on his flatscreen TV. He boredly flipped through channels, looking for something good to watch.
"-friendship could be. My little pony, and then you all shared its magic with-"
"Oh, Brett!" "Oh Monica!" "I love yo-"
"-with no additional charge! That's two quality Fender-Blenders for the price of-"
"-at Casper High School in Amity Park, Illinois. Only one injury was reported, quarterback Dash Baxter, who is now in critical condition at Amity's hospital."
Vlad's eyebrows furrowed, and he couldn't help wondering what had happened at Danny's school.
"The Guys in White agency recently reported the cause of this tragedy. A local teenage boy, Daniel Fenton."
Vlad spit his coffee onto the carpet in front of him, not caring that it made a stain on the exquisite carpet.
The boy's school picture flashed up beside the reporter, his face showing is signature quirky grin. Another video opened below the picture, showing two GIW agents. One of them started talking. "We got a distress call from one of the teachers at Casper. We went there right away, and took the boy into custody without struggle. Further investigation proves that he does indeed have ghostly abilities, as well as a very high level on our ghost power scale. We do not know how this happened or why, but we will be interviewing the Fenton family to find out the reason for his supernatural attributes. We will update you on this matter as soon as we can." The video disappeared, and the picture of Danny enlarged.
"There you have it. A young boy with strange powers that ghosts normally have, who is the son of Amity's resident ghost hunters, of all people. Quite a story. More on this later, so stay tuned. Back to you Lance."
Vlad stared at the TV, frozen in shock. The news continued in the background, but he didn't hear any of it.
He realized with dread that Jack and Maddie Fenton had found out their son's secret by now, more likely than not. He briefly wondered if they were fighting to get Danny out of the GIW's clutches, or if they wanted him to stay locked away...
He shook his head and decided to join the Fenton family, and do whatever he could to help Danny without blowing his own secret. If that happened, things could be worse for the both of them.
The truck had come to a stop after about 30 minutes of rough driving. Danny somehow stood himself up without using his bound hands. He was covered in bruises from being thrown around in the back of the truck for so long.
He was escorted into a white building, and shoved into a dark cell about 10 feet by 10 feet. He tripped and fell on his face, the door slamming shut behind him.
"Treatment won't be harsh, my ass..." He muttered moodily, throwing in the uncharacteristic curse word. He painfully pulled himself to his feet again. Agitated, the ghost boy kicked the door and then regretted it when he hopped back on his good foot.
"Ow ow ow..." He cursed and fell down again, his black hair covering his eyes. He blew it out of his face, blushing hotly when he imagined the Guys in White agents laughing at him as they watched through the security camera, up above his head.
"Okay, I'm okay, no powers, s'all cool-" he grumbled to himself, trying to float upright, but the useless effort only making him even more tired and annoyed, plus the shock made his body ache even more.
He dragged himself to the metal wall and sat back against it, the unforgiving cold and hard surface present even through his shirt, and he shivered. The only light in the cell came from the tiny glass portion of the door, casting shadows across the small space.
He moved his hands again, flinching when his wrists stung because of it. He glared down at the glowing green metal, looking for any weak spots he could use to loosen them or even break them if he had to. He knew he could do it if he really tried, but he wasn't sure if he could even escape this prison designed to hold ghosts, plus he would be in even more legal trouble. That was the last thing he needed...
He would have given anything to have his powers back, even just for some sense of comfort, some back-up plan, some defense... To have no weakness, no pain, no solitary confinement, no lonesome, depressed feeling... To have Vlad. His family. Sam. Tucker. All loving him despite what he was, despite his flaws, despite his lies, despite his many mistakes and shortcomings.
He curled into himself and drifted off into an uneasy, fearful sleep, dreading what was soon to come.
Vlad, the Fentons, Sam and Tucker sat in the family room at FentonWorks. The depression and worry was palpable as the group sat in silence.
Sam and Tucker had already tried their best to explain the situation to Maddie and Jack. Why Danny had powers, how long, and what he had been doing for Amity Park had all been mentioned. However, the two ghost hunters didn't know what to think. They felt conflicted about the whole thing, but above all, they were worried for their son, ghost or not.
Vlad was nervous about being there, in fear of his own secret being found out. He could tell the three Fentons in the room were confused about why he had come.
The TV flickered from the commercial to the live News again.
"We're back with the 5:00 news. We have more on the Casper High story. Now we're going live to the Amity Park facility of the Guys in White."
The video changed to a white room, where four agents were pulling along an annoyed, frightened Danny. The four agents hastily forced him down into a chair. Large metal cuffs wrapped around his chest and legs.
"What, the handcuffs weren't enough, huh?" He muttered in annoyance, unable to move much with his new restraints, and oblivious to being live on the news.
An agent stepped forward, pulling out a remote. He pushed a red button, and a screen appeared on the white wall behind Danny, who tried to twist around to see it.
An agent spoke up. "I am Agent K. These are the results of some harmless tests we did, once the boy was taken into custody." Danny frowned at the man in confusion, but then realized that there was a camera pointing at them. His face went white and he stared into the camera in horror, breaking the hearts of his family and friends watching.
The video zoomed up on the screen behind them.
Percent blood: 50%
Percent ectoplasm: 50%
Power level: 7.24
Danny squirmed, hiding behind his raven bangs and having a feeling what was being shown.
"We believe the creature in front of you is half-dead, half-alive. There is no other way for those results to happen."
Vlad, Sam and Tucker fumed at that, while Maddie and Jack simply stared at their son on the screen.
"Also, with further investigation, we believe that there's more to his condition, such as multiple other powers, as possibly a change in appearance, but there's no easy way to find out without putting our staff and facility at risk. With his power level, he could decimate the surrounding area, up to a mile radius, or possibly more, if he wanted to."
The boy in the metal chair gritted his teeth, his eyes glowing green. "Like I would do that..." He grumbled with a teenager-like eye roll.
The agent grabbed the boy's hair, forcing his head up. "Watch what you say, ghost scum." He hissed in the boy's ear, so quietly that the camera barely picked it up. "We own you now. You're government property. I wouldn't be so cocky if I were you."
"Let go of me!" The boy jerked his head away and kicked with all his strength, striking the agent's shin. The man yelled in pain, backing away with a furious glower. Danny inwardly flinched and refused to look anywhere but the floor.
Another agent stepped in from the side. "The boy will have a trial scheduled for a future date, for his crimes. Until then, he'll be safely locked in our ghost-proof facility, where he can't do any harm or damage. Further testing will be conducted, and a cure for his condition will be searched for. Thank you for listening."
"There you have it. New information on this case will be reported as it's sent in. And now for the weather."
It was about an hour later, and Vlad, Maddie, and Jack were walking into the GIW base in Amity Park. The two Fentons had been called to come there to speak to some agents about Danny's condition. Vlad had been allowed to go along because he also had a degree in ghost sciences, and was their partner years before.
Of course, Vlad would've rather been anywhere but the one of the most secure ghost prisons in the world. He jumped every time he heard a noise, expecting to be caught and accused as being a ghost. He thought he felt the agent's eyes on him, scrutinizing and studying his every move.
The two ghost hunters beside him hadn't said much of anything. By then, the boy's capture had been broadcasted to Amity Park, and even nationally, for multiple hours, and they were surely still in a state of shock at the revelation.
The group was led through the stark white halls to a large room with a metal chair in the middle... the same one that had been seen on the news, an hour before.
As the three middle aged adults came to a stop, movement came from a door against the far wall. Four agents were pulling along an annoyed, frightened Danny, who was obviously resisting.
He looked up, catching a glimpse of the familiar adults across the room. His dull, haunted blue eyes lit up green with emotion.
"M-Mom, Dad!" He struggled to go to them, yanking out of the agent's grip. With a mighty yell, his hands glowed bright green and he tried to force them apart, screaming when he was shocked at the highest voltage yet.
Alarms blared in the room and the Guys in White yelled to get him back into control, rushing toward him with guns blazing.
The four agents hastily got him back under control and shoved him down into the chair. Large metal cuffs wrapped around his chest and legs, rendering him unable to move anything below his head.
Eyes wet with frustrated tears, he looked hopelessly over to his parents, who were gaping at the event that had just happened. Vlad was fuming silently at the agent's, but unable to intervene without blowing his cover.
"As you can see, your son is unpredictable, dangerous, and too powerful for his own good." The head agent muttered, glowering at the trembling boy, who gritted his teeth in annoyance, stifling a smart remark.
"He registers as a 7.24 on our power scale. As you know, 10 is the top level. Also, some tests we ran showed that 50% of what should be his blood is composed of ectoplasm. His temperature is 77 degrees, his heart rate 36 beats per minute... Everything indicates that he should be dead."
Danny hid behind his raven bangs, looking to the white floor in embarrassment.
"How did he develop this condition?" The agent asked the Fentons with a hint of curiosity. "By all means, it should be impossible. Blood and Ectoplasm in a perfect balance... It's as if he's only half-alive!"
Vlad and Danny shared a frantic look. They couldn't believe the agents had actually figured out the truth, or at least part of it.
"We-we don't know... We didn't know before today." Maddie said in a low voice. "We're just as confused as you are-" She was cut off.
"Alright boy, how are you like this?" The agent approached the restrained halfa threateningly. "Tell us now and you won't get hurt."
"Any more hurt, you mean." The boy muttered dryly, his bruises not healed yet because of the power-dampening handcuffs he'd been wearing. "I came without struggle, and I didn't even try to break my handcuffs until like two seconds ago, and you still treated me like freaking crap. You haven't done anything that deserves an honest answer. So excuse me if I don't feel inclined to tell you anything important."
Everyone in the room stared at him in surprise at his cold, bitter tone.
"I don't appreciate your tone, ghost scum." The agent growled.
"Well I don't appreciate your face, you butthead!"
"You little-" the agent forced the boy's head up, glaring into his glowing green eyes.
Vlad would have laughed had the situation not been so serious. He stepped forward to intervene.
"Alright everyone, calm down-"
"He started it!" Danny muttered childishly, once the man in white had let go of him. "Can I get out of this chair now or..."
"No!" The agent snapped.
"Why not? It's uncomfortable, plus my nose itches, and I can't move my hand up to scratch it."
"I don't care!"
"But it itches!"
The agent stared at Maddie and Jack. "How do you two even deal with this?!"
"What's that supposed to mean?" Danny asked indignantly.
"It means you're an annoying teenage brat!"
"I know you are but what am I?"
The agent groaned, closing his eyes in annoyance.
All of the sudden, the building shook and fire spread through the open doors.
"Wow, the author must really be running out of ideas..." Danny muttered as flames overtook the walls.
"Tell me about it..." The agent grumbled.
"Daniel, what have I told you about breaking the fourth wall?" Vlad scolded.
"Maybe the fourth wall was meant to be broken, ever thought about that?"
Vlad rolled his eyes.
"Plus it's not like the world would end or something-"
And then the Earth exploded, ending all life on the planet and then the Galaxy. The end.
It's all right, just wait and see
Your string of lights are still bright to me
Oh, who you are is not where you've been
You're still an innocent
It's okay, life is a tough crowd
Thirty two(fifteen) and still growin' up now
Who you are is not what you did
You're still an innocent
Yeah… I gave up. I didn't really know where I was going with it anyway… And it's too big of an idea to write as a one-shot idea. If you guys really liked it, maybe I can write a full (serious) story about it.
Anyway, more ideas coming hot off the press soon! Thanks for reading!