Chapter 13
He needed to get away, that was all he knew. A ring formed around his waist, it was white with a blue tinge. It split into two, transforming his regular teen body into the hero known as Danny Phantom. He looked to Sam with an apologetic smile, then squatted down to the ground. He sprung up into the air and phased through the floors above him into the cold night. The dark clouds above him still rumbled and mixed with others, causing a thunderstorm to awaken.
One drop
Two.
A dozen.
Danny felt his hair grow heavy as the water absorbed into his locks, latching onto it for dear life. They would not let go for anything. His suit was also drenched, but thanks to spandex technology, the water just glided off into the ground below. He raised a hand and pulled the hair out of his face, only for it to snap back, into his nose.
"Ow." He muttered, rubbing it delicately. What happened next was unexpected. An explosion. His eyes snapped to the direction he heard it from. A bright orange and black cloud emerged from the asphalt in the middle of the city, rising to join the other threatening clouds above.
The thought came instantly. Tucker, Mom, Jazz. They were all down there.
"No!" Danny cried, flying with his arms outstretched to the location where more sounds, bad sounds, could be heard.
Sam and Jack heard, well, felt the explosion very well from inside the house. The two sprang outside, ready to attack. What they saw made Sam gasp and Jack's eyes widen.
After the shock, they both came to the same realization, Jack grabbed Sam and took off with her towards the battleground.
As for the others, Jazz had her back to the wall, holding a rustic pipe as a large ghost with a pirate's old sword slammed against it. Her arms were caving inward at the strength of the old ghost with one eye patch and a white beard. He was so close she actually felt his breath, that is, if he could breathe. He held out his hook to her threateningly and floated closer to her, the shadow of his hat covering her strained face. She felt the metal start to bend under the pressure and felt her own strength fade. She closed her eyes and clenched her teeth, her heart beating with rapid succession. She was scared, she knew this. She didn't want to die. But felt her time was drawing near as her arms ached and her legs trembled. She fell to her knees and used her remaining strength to try to escape the position she was in. Luckily though, she didn't have to.
"Hey you!" A male voice yelled behind the ghost pirate. The ghost pirate blinked, stopped, and turned. "Let go of my sister!" The ghost was suddenly flying, into the wall above Jazz. She quickly ran so that the ghostly body wouldn't hit her. Danny's outstretched hand was smoking green and he set it down gently and winked at his sister. A scream tore through the air and the two snapped their heads to a ghost raising a knife to Valarie.
"Valarie!" Danny yelled, when Jazz put a hand on his shoulder.
"I'll take care of it!" Jazz pulled out a Fenton Fisher and launched the nearly translucent line to the ghost, it latched onto its belt around its waist. Jazz smirked and reeled it in, much to the confusion of the ghost.
Danny grinned and pulled out a Fenton Thermos. He had managed to carry one with him as he disappeared into this world. He opened the lid and sucked the ghost into it. Jazz blinked.
" A Fenton Thermos? I haven't seen one of those since Vlad destroyed our lab! Dad was never able to make one because of lack of resources." Jazz said with awe. Valarie, now unharmed walked over to them as well. She looked at Danny with a strange light in her eyes.
"So, you're the other Phantom? The good one?" She asked, looking up and down him and circling like a hawk. Danny blushed in embarrassment at the situation.
"Yes." He finally answered. "Still want to shoot me?"
She blinked. "Why?"
"Oh that's right, in the other world you blame me for ruining your life and get this cool ghost hunting gear and spend most of your time chasing me around trying to destroy me." Danny said simply.
She blinked again and frowned. "You sure he is good?" She asked Jazz.
"I didn't ruin your life!" Danny exclaimed. "It was that stupid ghost dog.."
"Uh, did it have a red collar?"
"Yes."
"Did it appear to be small and cuddly one minute then turn into a huge monster the next?"
"Yes, why?"
"And does it appear to be very angry in this large mode?"
"Yes, now why are you saying this?" Danny demanded, annoyed at the questions. He got an answer as he heard a growl behind him. He could feel the energy radiating behind him and Jazz and Valarie frozen in front of him.
"He's right behind me isn't he?" They simply nodded and Danny turned as the shadow of Cujo engulfed their forms, growling.
There was only one thing to say at a time like this.
"Oh, crud."
The screaming died down after the girl inside lost all hope. The anger inside consumed her, along with every feeling of dread and fear she had in her life. All adding up to the last moments of her life. To be burned at the stake, for Witchcraft. It wrapped around her heart, her good emotions and squeezed them until they evaporated into mist. She raised her head, her dark locks revealing a horrible face, a face of anger. Her eyes were narrowed, her eyes burning a bright red. She was grasping the table, although her knuckles were already white, being a ghost, they seemed whiter, even translucent. Her chest heaved, although she didn't need air to survive anymore. All times of reason were gone from her mind, she only saw red. She would show them. Her eyes drifted down to the book in front of her, the spell open for all to see. A smile started to form. Hesitant and soft, but it was there. It in fact was a cruel smile at heart. If she had one that is.
She saw the spell and felt the breathing close to her, it was Vlad, his hand squeezing her shoulder ever so slightly.
"It is time my dear, show them, show them all how wrong it was to kill you. Hurt them, hurt them all!" Vlad whispered.
"Yes. Yes Master." Rebecca said slowly.
"We will leave shortly, there you will recite the incantation to all to hear, and the world will be ours." The thought made Rebecca smile.
"Yes, ours."
On top of the highest tower, Danny Masters sat, the rain pouring over his features, his hair scattered around his face, and his deep red eyes, turned a darker shade than usual. He held in his gloved hands the dagger Vlad gave him to bring the boy from the other world. Now it seemed everything was hopeless. The boy, neither Sam would turn to his side and he felt lost and ultimately alone. He shook his head, trying to keep his mind clear of all the past. Yet, he could not stop thinking about the past. Every time he saw his reflection in the knife, he remembered watching movies with Sam and Tucker, he remembered Jazz and his fights, he remember his mother's hug. He remembered that Da-Jack, used to make him laugh, even though he was a bumbler. As the scenes continued to unfold in his mind, the voice returned.
Thought you got rid of me huh?
What do you want?
I want you to see what you have done! You have hurt everyone your closest to! You killed Dad!
He was NOT our dad!
You keep saying that, but the blood within our body doesn't lie. He is the one who helped give you life. Yet you throw him away like he was nothing!
He NEVER was my father! He turned on me in my time in need! Dads don't do that!
But they do make mistakes.
Danny's red eyes widened with that. The voice continued
They make mistakes, and they learn from them, they apologized Danny, what did you want them to do? Grovel? Die for you?
I just wanted to be loved.
This is what you call love? Letting Vlad, the real monster of this tale win? What about Sam? Would you actually let Vlad kill her? Would YOU kill her?
"I.." Danny started, then closed his mouth, tears forming in his eyes. The voice was becoming stronger and stronger every time he hit something that Danny couldn't answer.
Who are you? Danny Masters asked internally.
You know who I am Danny. I am the motivation that helps you decide, I am the one who tells you to go, I am the one who no one but you can hear. I am your conscious.
Danny's teeth clenched and squeezed the dagger, causing blood to roll down the silver and hit the roof below. Before Danny could let out his sob, he let himself cry out, "NO!"
Jack Fenton clutched the black haired girl tightly as the storm hit. The clouds around them were active and thundering every few seconds, lightening soon sprouted from the clouds, making contact with the earth for a few seconds at most, then disappearing as quick as they came. They neared the battle ground as the debris from the explosion started to settle and saw the horror that lay before them of the war. Maddie was on the ground, unconscious or dead, Jack didn't know. He ran to his wife and picked her up. She weakly opened her eyes and smiled to Jack.
Jack could feel himself less tense and smile back at Maddie. She managed to stand with Jack's help as the fight ensued.
Sam was already in battle, she was battling ghosts left and right with anything she could get her hands on. Her eyes were devoid of emotion, her lips pressed together in a straight line. Everything she did was automatic, as if it shut down to protect herself from everything she was facing. She wouldn't think about Danny, neither of them. If she did, she would cry or possibly let anger control her. She didn't want that. She slammed her leg into a ghost nearby, who flew into a nearby wall. A cold sickly hand touched her arm, her eyes narrowed and her head turned, showing black hair covering a diagonal line on her face. Her eyes were a aggressive purple, and she pulled a ecto bomb from her pocket and threw it at the ghost who held her. He cried out in agony as it exploded and knocked him into another ghost. Sam didn't care anymore if she lived or died, she just wanted all of them to pay.
And pay they would.