Chapter 2

Danny didn't remember becoming unconscious, but apparently he had during the time he was in the swirling vortex. For he was just waking up, trying to remember the last thing that had happened. His eyelids refused to open but he knew he had to get up. He somehow forced his body to cooperate and his eyes opened slowly. He first saw the sky, as one often does, lying on the ground. It was not the normal blue, nor was it black or gray with storm clouds. The sky was no normal color. There were threatening looking clouds, but the whole sky was a hideous dark red. The clouds were not normal either; they were the darkest black he had ever seen. When he saw the unfamiliar surroundings, he instantly tensed and sat straight up in a hurried manner. What he saw before him, suffocated him from the inside. The area around him was demolished. Buildings were torn down, ones that weren't, looked like they had been through a war zone. Everything looked as if it had been scorched, as if by a terrible fire. He also saw streetlights and cars that looked as if a tornado had been present. Everything was in shambles, but Danny defiantly felt like he knew this place. He slowly got to his feet and his blue eyes scanned the area for anyone. There wasn't a single human, animal or plant in sight. Danny gazed down at his clothes and realized that dirt and pieces of the decaying tar was on his pants and shirt. He knew the sidewalks and road itself hadn't fared as well as everything else around him. The ground had remnants of holes, holes that could only come from a bomb explosion. That was Danny's conclusion.

He slowly started to walk through the dead city. Every step he took, there was a new sound, smell, and taste to everything around him. The city reeked with a sickening order of gas, trash, and decay. It was so powerful he could taste it. Random smashes, shrieks and alarms filled the air as he walked. He swallowed hard and wished at that moment that this was all a dream.

Then, he saw something that made him stop dead in his tracks.

His eyes widened in a horror that was so extreme, he felt like his eyes would just fall out of their sockets. He felt his body give a violent gasp, then shudder as he felt a cool breeze drift behind him, his sloppy black hair waved over his face in a fluid motion as he continued to stare at the sight before him. It was his house.

"Is he here?" the man asked the red eyed teenager as he entered once again. He didn't look too happy.

"Yes, but I'm afraid we got the wrong one." The boy answered.

"What!" the man bellowed, his face contorted in rage.

"Yes, it was Danny, but not the one we expected." The teen sighed and gazed out of the nearby window at the demolished city.

"Get him." The man ordered.

The boy blinked and looked up at his father. "What? But that's-"

"Don't question me! You will be fine." The large man handed the red-eyed teen a wristwatch. "This will protect you."

The boy nodded slowly and turned and walked out of the room, without so much as a bye.

The man stood worriedly at the window. The plan had somehow gone wrong. The dagger was not supposed to go to THAT Danny.

He had to capture that Danny before the others got to him first.

He would not let this opportunity slip away. His hand grasped the windowsill and he clenched it tighter and tighter until he heard a snap. He looked down and noticed he had broken the wooden windowsill.

He smirked, and brushed his splintered hands on his suit. Pain made him feel better, more relaxed. He made his way to the throne room and shut the door behind him. He once again sat on his throne and put his hand on his forehead, thinking of what he would do next, and what the rebels would do also.

The house looked terrible. Large chunks of it were missing from its structure, and the Fenton Works sign that had once shone so brightly, now was barely hanging onto the form of the house and was covered with rust and dirt. It no longer was lighten up, for electricity seemed to have disappeared from this place a long time ago. Danny realized, this was Amity Park. Or what was left of it.

Thousands of thoughts ran through his head. All of which were panicked thoughts each of its own telling Danny to get the heck out of this place. Then he thought of his family, his friends. What had happened here! Did he go through some sort of time loop? Was this his future? He was on the verge of collapsing; this was all too much for him to take at once. His hands met an old piece of metal, as he tried to steady himself. He looked down at what he was leaning on, and saw a mailbox, old and rusted, but he could still make out the last name written on it. Fenton. He sighed and stood back up straight again. A sharp pain entered his leg. He winced and instantly threw his hand into his nearby pocket, and pulled out the knife that had sent him here. He stared at it in shock. His blue eyes locked onto the knife and his fingers once again traced over it. He didn't know when, or where he was, but he knew he had to make this thing take him back. He recited the writing on the blade once, then twice, he began to get frustrated when nothing happened. He sighed and hung his head and held the dagger limply in his hand. Then, something happened, but it was nothing he expected.

"Don't move." A voice hissed. Danny instantly stood frozen. He took a shaky breath and turned slowly around.

The figure held a gun to his face, but it was no ordinary gun, Danny guessed it was filled with some sort of ectoplasm since it resembled something like his fathers gadgets. When his eyes wandered to the person holding the gun at him, Danny almost chocked on his own tongue.

"Tucker?"

His own best friend had a look of distaste as he continued to point the gun at Danny. His clothes were tattered and his glasses looked as if they had been broken and mended multiple times. He had a scar around his eye, which resembled a crescent moon. His beret was gone and replaced with a black baseball cap that was on backwards. He also had a belt around him, filled with many weapons.

"Don't move, I will shoot you." Danny couldn't believe his ears, this was not the Tucker he knew.

"Tucker! Its me! It's Danny! Please, put the gun down." Danny kept his focus on the gun, pointed so close to him.

" I know who exactly you are, Masters." Tucker growled, and seemed to get angrier at Danny.

"Masters! Where?" Danny looked around frantically for Vlad, only to come back to meet Tuckers aggressive eyes, staring right at him.

"Me! Tucker my name isn't Masters, its Fenton! Danny Fenton. Tucker what happened here? Is everyone all right? Mom, Dad? Jazz? Sam!"

Tucker stared hard at Danny again. "You should know what happened here, you did this! You did this to everyone! You will not fool me like this again!" Tucker looked as if he was going to pull the trigger.

"No Tucker! Wait! It's really me, Danny! I don't know where I even am! I'm not from this time, all I remember was lying down in my bed thinking about how hard everything was, then, I found this knife and said the words on it and here I am! Please Tucker! Please you have to believe me!" Danny looked at his friend with his ice blue eyes.

Tucker's eyes seemed to soften a little, but he still held the gun towards Danny. "Prove it. Prove you aren't him."

"How?"

"Transform."

"But-"

"Just do it!"

Danny sighed and closed his eyes. Two white rings appeared around his center and separated, one levitated above his head, the other gravitated to the ground. In place of the white shirt and jeans, was a black and white hazmat suit and snowy white hair. When he opened his eyes, they were a lime green. He stood in front of the gun, not moving a muscle.

Tucker's eyes widened when Danny was done. He lowered the weapon almost instantly. "You really aren't Danny Masters."

" Of course not! I would never join Vlad! Tucker what's happened here? I'm so confused."

A nearby noise startled Tucker, he quickly glanced over his shoulder, then grasped Danny's arm and pulled Danny to a darkened alleyway.

"We can't stay here, it's not safe. They have spies everywhere." Tucker whispered, dragging Danny into the alley.

Danny followed Tucker without hesitation, but still thousands of thoughts ran through his mind. He couldn't be in the future, Tucker looked around the same age Danny left him last night. But he looked so different, so much more….angry. That was never a word Danny would have thought for Tucker. Everything here seemed different, almost as if, he was in another universe. A world like his own, only in this one, things were much different. Too different for Danny's liking.
Finally Tucker and Danny came to a sewer manhole, Tucker removed the lid and slid down it easily, Danny hesitated. Where was Tucker taking him? Tucker stuck his head out and looked at Danny with a annoyed face.

"C'mon Danny! We don't have time for this!" Tucker pulled Danny down into the sewer with him. When they both jumped down into the ankle high sewer water, Danny felt himself start to gag a little.

"Oh, gross!" He cringed as Tucker turned on a flashlight. He was smirking.

"Betcha never thought this is where you'd end up at the end of the day, huh?"

"Defiantly not." Danny once again walked next to Tucker as he walked down the sewer passageway.

"Tucker? Where are we going?" Danny asked, curiously. Though the light was dim, he could see his friend's face formed into some kind of sad smile. Then he answered with one simple word.

"Home."