And finally, the answer to all you questions, just what will happen to Danny at Sable? Read on to find out!
Mimi1012: So… he's not being controlled, but it's not good. The eye thing will continue to show up every now and then, but it won't become truly important until later
Sophia the daughter of Nyx: Thanks!
Phantomfanforever: So, yay, quick update, but short chapter. Like, really short. And another cliffhanger. Glad you like the Danny/Dani father/daughter fluff
Imarin: At least you get a new chapter quickly, although, once again, it's a short one
ShinyMudkipGal: I hadn't been planning on making her smart, but I wanted someone with a totally outside perspective to piece it together first, so it just ended up being her
Echgrl: Thanks, and you're welcome :)
Guest: I hope I translated that right, and aw, thanks!
Nesy girl: Totally not just because of the name. And nope, not Dan ;)
Randomphandom: Thanks, and you'll get to see the reactions soon, hope you guys will like them!
Enjoy!
"I should have known it would be you behind this. There's no way you would ask for my help without ulterior motives," Danny scowled, his eyes now glowing green despite how much energy he was using restraining his ghostly self.
"'Ulterior' Daniel? Such big words. But I'm afraid you're wrong again. I am but a humble servant in this plot." Danny hated the way Plasmius grinned as he said that.
"There's no way you would bow down to anyone," Danny frowned.
"Only to someone truly worthy, Daniel," Vlad tilted his head towards the cloaked figure, who Danny had at this point assumed was nothing short of a pawn in Vlad's little game. He was apparently mistaken. The ghost in question was sitting on the armrest of the throne, a casual arm draped around Sam's shoulders. Danny stepped forwards, his eyes flaring red again, and suddenly the ghost was no longer sitting, but standing with Sam's neck firmly in his grip, her feet hanging above the ground.
I would step back if I were you, boy.
Danny reluctantly obeyed, pulling back.
An obedient boy, excellent. This will make things so much easier.
The ghost moved again and almost casually slipped off the hood and opened the cloak. It revealed a hunched figure with large muscles, pale red skin and fiery orange eyes. A mane of grey fire spread from the ghost's head to a thin line down his back, and long talons could be seen instead of fingers or toes. His face was elongated into a sort of muzzle filled with sharp teeth. Beneath the cloak was dark blue, almost black, armour, but it didn't covered his body entirely.
You, boy, are a very powerful ghost, and would it would be most appreciated if you would join me on my conquest. The ghosts muzzle opened, but hardly moved as that voice resonated around the room. As a show of good faith, I will even return this girl to you.
He raised Sam a little higher and Danny once again stepped forwards. Be quick, boy. The ghost drew his arm back, and Danny ran forwards to catch Sam as she was thrown. He lunged forwards and twisted in the air so that Sam would fall on top of him.
"Samantha," Danny hissed quietly into the Fenton Phones, looked as if he was merely whispering Sam's name, and not signalling to Tucker outside. He looked over her wounds. None of them appeared to be overly serious, but then again, Danny wasn't really able to tell what constituted a serious wound anymore. But that didn't matter. Sam may have been alive, but she was hurt, and he hadn't been able to reach her in time. His eyes dragged painfully slowly across Sam's body, taking in the angry red lines on her porcelain skin.
He hadn't been fast enough, not good enough. Sam was hurt, no, she's okay but she's bleeding but she's breathing but Danny failed. I failed, I broke my promise, she's not okay, she not okay.
Suddenly Sam was being ripped from his arms, and Danny cried out, reaching for the Goth and clutching his aching chest, but stopped at the sight of dark-skinned hands. Tucker was pulling Sam into the Specter Speeder. Danny took a deep, rattling breath, then stood and faced the ghost that was the cause of all this.
So, boy, what is your answer?
"No, obviously. You hurt my friend, no, my girlfriend, and you've been sending ghosts to attack me, and you've taken some of my allies. I may not know who you are, or what it is you want exactly, but I will not join you, and I will stop you!" Danny shouted. To his surprise, the ghost chuckled.
Good. It wouldn't have been any fun if you put up no resistance, and it pleases me to know that my wraiths have been treating you well. As for your questions, boy, my name is Kraeva, and I have returned from my banishment to take what is rightfully mine.
"And what is that?" Danny asked, praying that Frostbite and the other ghosts would be moving into position.
The world, and now your head on a platter.
"This wouldn't be the first time someone's tried to do that," Danny laughed.
Of course. Pariah Dark, the pathetic fool. Not even worth the effort of banishment, I heard. A lot has changed in the thousand years I've been gone, but it's good to know some ghosts have remained as foolish as ever.
Kraeva gave a short wave of his hand, and suddenly the ghosts that had been gathering in the room around them became visible and, ironically, frozen in place. It would seem that the Speeder was unable to move as well. Wraiths stepped through the walls of the room, something that should be impossible for any ghost to do.
I think I'll let you all live, for now. It would be too easy to kill you off while here, and I would like for you to see the little surprise I left for you back home. There's just one thing to do before we go… Kraeva chuckeld darkly and turned to Plasmius, who nodded.
"Skulker, you can do it now," Plasmuis spoke clearly. Danny whipped around, expecting to see the newest of Skulker's suits behind him, having snuck up unnoticed. But there was nothing. Just the Speeder. Before Danny could turn back and question Plasmuis' command, a very familiar pain spread through his being.
The pain of electrocution.
The pain of death.
His muscles contracted as the electricity travelled through his being, and Danny dropped to the floor. The searing heat, the smell of burning flesh, the loud scream that tore at his throat and made it bleed. This was how Danny had died. His heart was racing, and his chest felt like it was going to burst. He couldn't stop the scream that was ripped from his lungs, just like the day of the accident. He couldn't stop the bright white rings from forming around his chest, just like the day of the accident. There was nothing Danny could do to halt his change from Fenton into Phantom. Just like the day of the accident. Only this time, there was a bus full of Ghostketeers to watch.
Okay, so please don't kill me, but I really thought this was going to turn out longer, and I also don't want to put any other stuff in the chapter with these events, because as you can probably tell, it's really damn important.
So, yeah. Don't kill me, not if you want to find out the rest of the story.
'See' you next time
