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Battle of the Century
Chapter Ten- Battle of the Century
(Lily's POV)
I woke up sometime later, my cheeks still wet with tears. The spot where I had been laying Grandma was soaked with tears as well. Looking up, I saw Ember beat Drake and his duplicates.
"So, you may have figured out that I was the original," I heard him say, "but you still don't have a chance at beating me." I felt fury burn through my body, and soon, I was engulfed in flames.
Kill him, a dark voice in my head said. I rushed at him just as he was about to attack Ember and sent him flying into the wall of the basement. I felt an odd surge of power, but I mostly was angry. My feelings were hatred towards the brother that had killed what little was left of my family, and I wanted revenge on him. Make him suffer like he made you suffer, the voice said once more.
"I'll pound you into the ground and kill you," I said, my voice a throaty growl. "You killed my only family, so it's only fair that you get the same punishment." (A/n: I know she still has Jazz and her family, but Lily isn't thinking all that rationally right now.)
"It's a fight you want," I watched as Drake snapped his wrists and let his hands glow with his ecto-energy, "it's a fight you get." I flew towards him quickly, and he did the same to me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ember take off and fly through the wall to the bleak outside world. I felt more rage surge through me as I threw a punch at Drake and hit him. My wings soon grew bigger as the fire burned through me, feeding my rage. His eyes showed a glint of fear, and I smirked at this.
(Evil Lily; Inner Lily)
Lily, stop! What if you end up killing your brother?
He deserves it, don't listen to her.
If you kill Drake, you're no better than him. He's killed many people, and you killing him isn't going to make everything better and bring everyone back to life. Don't let your evil side take you over!
Too late, I already have! She must kill her brother! He's receiving the punishment for all he's done! Kill him, Lily!
Don't kill him, Lily, it's wrong!
Kill him!
Don't kill him!
Kill him!
The voices quickly swirled around in my head, repeating the same thing over and over. Finally, they got to me. "Stop it!" I screamed, holding my head and falling to my knees. Drake gave me an odd look. I then held my hand out to him, charged with amethyst ecto-energy, ready to fire. "Drake," he held up his hands defensively, "goodbye," I whispered before firing and ecto-ray at him dead blank. He smacked the wall hard, appearing to be dead. I quietly laughed, or rather, my evil half laughed. It seemed that I couldn't stop laughing, until common sense kicked in, and I'd realized what I'd done.
"Oh, no," I whispered. I flew over to him quickly and kneeled down beside him. "Drake, wake up, please," my voice was just barely above a whisper. Even though he had done many horrible things, he was still family, in a sense. If he died, there was no chance to save him from Vlad's side whatsoever. "Drake." Just then, his eyes snapped to life, glowing a livid orange. I gasped and had no time to react as he grabbed me by the wrist sharply.
"Surprise," he hissed. He then whirled me around and threw me hard against the wall. A cry of pain ripped through me as I felt something in my rib cage break. I fell from the wall, landing on my hands and knees. Before I could even react, he flew forward at me and hooked me in the jaw. I was lifted a little bit in the air from the blow, but I quickly flew away from him before he could hit me again. I landed on the ground a few feet away, not having much strength left in me. I was ready to give up; I was exhausted, but I still stood up, fists raised in a fighting stance. The sharp pain in my chest made me double over slightly.
"Come on, sister. Are you going to fight me, or are you going to stand there, wasting time?" he coldly asked.
"I'm going to fight you," I answered. As I said that, my army suddenly flew through the wall and pinned Drake to the opposite wall.
"Aro oni cxio dekstra, direktisto?" Wulf asked. (1)
"For the most part, yes. Thank you for coming," I gratefully said.
"Oni aro multa kiel via naskigi, k havi ju sama potenco pretere gento k fratulo kamaradeco aso li uzita al. Aso gxi 'stas via dejxorado al protekti nin, gxi 'stas ankaux nia dejxorado al protekti oni," Wulf responded.
I smiled and said, "Thank you." I then turned to my army and said, "You may attack him."
"You forget," he shouted at me, "that I have an army as well!" He whistled shrilly, and we all covered our ears. This whistle was a far cry from a human whistle; it had to have been a special ghost whistle he learned. Wulf and Cujo started to howl and curled up into balls, covering their ears as tightly as they could to block out the shrill noise from their sensitive ears. A rush swept by Wulf and me, heading in Drake's direction. Suddenly, I found myself being picked up, and when I looked over, Wulf was being picked up as well. Just as quickly, the rush slammed us into the wall where Drake was.
"It's…it's his army," I gasped as I fell from my place on the wall.
"Ah, how right you are, Lily," a deep voice said. I whirled around to see Dan Phantom standing there, his white fiery hair whipping back and forth. Dad was right when he said he looked a lot like Plasmius. He had the same greenish skin as him and the blood-red eyes, except Dan's had white corneas. (A/n: Is that the right term for the mostly white part of the eye?) Dan has some similarities to Dad, though. He had the symbol that Dad used to wear on his chest, and he had basically the same costume as Dad, though the colors were reversed in some places due to the fact that he merged with Plasmius. His black and white cape - cape courtesy of Plasmius – flapped slightly as he stood there grinning at me maliciously with a murderous glint in his eye.
"What are you doing here?" I questioned. "Shouldn't you have died when both Dad and Plasmius died?"
He laughed. "Do you remember when your dad became violent and was ready to kill cheese head?" I nodded my head slightly. "Your dad was showing me, he let me out. He gave me enough strength, enough rage and fury for me to be free. I still live because of your dad's emotions." He laughed at this. "Cheese head, it wouldn't really matter. However, his fear gave me strength as well. You don't understand, though, do you?" He raised an eyebrow, waiting for an answer. I gave him a cold glare. Dan smirked slightly at this. "I feed off of your father's and cheese head's fury and fear. It makes me stronger."
"That doesn't mean you can beat me," I said bravely.
He laughed, coming closer to me, until we were face to face. He stopped and grinned, baring his teeth at me, showing his two fangs in the front. "I'll give this to you, Lily, you are a brave girl, but you don't have what it takes to defeat me." I heard a ghostly howl and, snapping my head to the left, I saw Wulf attack Pariah Dark, the Ghost King. I watched as Pariah's smug, stone face turned to one of pain. He shouted and glared at Wulf angrily, his green eyes glinted with fury. I wasn't sure if his one eye showing was the same as the one covered by the eye patch. The Crown of Fire and Ring of Rage glowed angrily, giving him more power.
Pariah wasn't that hard to miss in a crowd of ghosts; he was taller than normal, had a broken horn and a normal horn on the top of his head, his hair glowed a menacing green, the back of it pulled in a ponytail. He wore a red cape with a black outfit and grey boots, gloves, belts, and other assortments. (A/n: Typing this from memory, so forgive me if somewhere, I described him wrong.)
"Insolent mutt, you shall pay for the disrespect you show to your king!" he boomed. He brought his hands together to form one fist and tried to smash Wulf with them, but he missed. As I looked around the room, it was pretty much the same inside as it had been outside. Everyone was fighting against someone else; Spectra against Johnny 13, Bertrand against Shadow, Youngblood against Kitten, Dora against Aragon, Cujo against Skulker, and so on. The differences were that Ember was on our side this time, and I was fighting against Dan instead of Ember. I was too distracted to notice when Dan came and hit me in the face. I once again smacked into the wall behind. I need to pay more attention, I scolded myself.
"Are you going to fight," Dan cracked his knuckles, "or are you just going to stand there, dazed?"
"I'm going to fight," I responded, standing up.
"Then fight!" he yelled, coming at me with a punch. As he was about to hit me, I held his fist tightly before he could even touch me. He came at me with the other fist, but I grabbed that one as well, my boots sliding backwards. I then flung him into the wall hard, just as he did to me. He stood up, appearing unharmed by my attack, his hands full of green ecto-energy. I lit mine with purple ecto-fire, feeling my wings growing and flaming once more. I threw ecto-fire at him just as he threw an ecto-ball at me, and we both were hit by each other's attacks. We both fell down, but I jumped up quicker than he did. He came up slowly after, but I took the advantage I had and tackled him. He skidded across the lab. This time, he was hurt. His uniform was ripped slightly, and his hair was still flaming, but not as much as before.
"C'mon, is that the best you can do?" he taunted.
"No," I said. I let my emotions fly once again, not wanting to have control of them during this battle; I needed to lose control of them in order to win. Once again, I felt fury and rage overpower me, and I felt my wings grow even larger; flaming with such intensity that had anyone dared to touch them, they would have thoroughly burned their hands. "This is," I growled, my voice changing as well. My body was once again consumed by amethyst flames, now burning anyone who dared to touch me at all.
He laughed; a laugh ever so slightly like Dad's. "Have you forgotten what I said already? I feed off of fury, anger, and fear."
I flew over to him and laughed in his face; a laugh that I couldn't even identify as truly my own. "Have you forgotten that you said you feed off of my dad's and Vlad's fury and fear? I'm not my dad, nor am I Vlad, so my emotions can't make you live."
"Damn," he cursed as he realized that I was right. This said, I directed all of my fire at him, letting the fury and rage build in it, making it stronger. He slammed into the wall behind him, wrecking the lab even more. More and more fire pushed against him, like waves rolling back and forth in the ocean. When I pulled my flames back to me, I saw Dan sitting there, his uniform badly torn and showing some skin with burn marks. It was odd, the crispy set on the sickly green glow of his body; it brought slight nausea to me. His hair was now a small flame, looking as though you could blow it out in one puff.
Just as soon as I pulled my flames back, his hands shot out, throwing what looked like an ecto-ray at me. I tried to dodge it, but it still hit me. When it hit me, I realized it wasn't an ecto-ray; it was a green sticky substance. (A/n: Think of when Dan pulled Danny to him in "The Ultimate Enemy.") He pulled me towards him and grabbed the front of my uniform, an angry gleam in his eyes.
"You are a fighter, aren't you?" he said in a low voice, barely above a whisper.
"Yes, just like my dad."
"Ah, I always wondered what it'd be like to have a daughter. When Sam died in my time line, I saw no hope for marriage whatsoever." I looked on as Dan had a slight far away look on his face. "She was the one I always loved, no matter how many mistakes I had made in high school." For some reason, I pictured Mr. Foley saying, "I knew it!" "However, you are my daughter in a way, so now I know. You seem sweet, but you're fierce and a fighter, much like me."
"You're not my real dad," I hissed at him. "Dad would never kill innocent people because he felt like it. Dad would never kill, period."
"Ah, but he killed Vlad," he pointed out.
"By mistake. Vlad killed my mom first, so he had good reason anyway."
"You see what I mean when I say I couldn't go on without Sam. I'm a part of your dad. I didn't end up dying because Sam died, I killed instead. Your dad, in this time line, he died for Sam. Your father and I may not have the same priorities and not have much in common, but we do have a few things."
"But my dad loved and cared for everyone."
"So did I!" he roared. "When everything was taken away from me, though, I saw no point in caring anymore. I only cared about myself!" At this point, my body had become engulfed in flames again, and I had burned through the green sticky substance.
"Then leave me alone," I said. "If you only care for yourself, leave everyone else alone."
"Why should I listen to you? I can do whatever I choose to do." He held his hand in front of my face, green ecto-energy gathering in it. I held my hand close to his, not touching it, but if I moved it forward just a little bit, our hands would be touching. I let a mix of my amethyst ecto-energy and my amethyst ecto-flames gather in my hand, prepared to fire as well. We stared each other down, determination shining in our eyes.
"I can take you down just as easily as you can take me down," I said.
"I'd like to see you try," he replied. His hand glowed even brighter, a larger ecto-ball forming in his palm.
"I can," I let the ecto-fire/energy grow bigger in my hand, "and I will," I declared. It was at that moment that we let our attacks go at each other full force. I flew across the other end of the room from his attack, and he was driven into the wall by mine. I felt extremely dizzy from the attack, and was nearly ready to give up, but I still got up to fight. Every limb in my body was aching, and I felt drained from using so much ecto-energy. When I looked in his direction, I saw Dan Phantom on his hands and knees. He was weak, and his hair no longer had any flame. Thinking quickly, I searched through some of the rubble, looking for a Fenton Thermos. Luckily, I found one buried deep under a pile of rubble nearby.
I pointed it in Dan's direction and pressed the button, the blue beam sucking him into containment once more. As I looked around, I saw more fallen comrades than I saw fallen enemies. The enemies that had fallen, such as Box Lunch, a few knights, and Skulker, I sucked into the thermos. One by one, comrades and enemies fell, until there were almost no battles left to be fought. The only two fights remaining were Cujo, Wulf, Box Ghost, and Dora against Pariah Dark, Johnny 13, Kitten, and Shadow, and Ember against Drake.
"Need some help?" I asked Wulf, flying over to the battle.
"Jes, se oni fari ne menso," he answered. (3)
"Not at all," I responded. I aimed some ecto-fire at Shadow, knowing light weakened him. He roared as he started to fade away. I quickly aimed the thermos at him, sucking him in as well. Wulf and Cujo were able to take care of Johnny 13 and Kitten easily, and I put them in the thermos as well. We all then fought against Pariah, combining our attacks. It didn't appear to work, seeing as how he still stood. The Crown of Fire and Ring and Rage, a familiar voice in my head, you must remove them!
"Dad?" I murmured, waiting for an answer, but the voice spoke no more. Since I knew Dad knew what he was talking about, I aimed a purple ecto-ray at the Crown of Fire, knocking it off of his head. He cried out in protest and tried to grab it, but I sucked it in the thermos before he could.
"No!" he roared, angry at me. He threw me a malicious look, one filled with hatred. "I need that!"
"Cujo," I commanded the dog, "go fetch the ring." He barked at me and jumped up, teeth wrapped around the ring.
"Mutt, let go of my ring," he declared, shaking his hand, but Cujo kept a firm grip on the ring. Dora blew fire at Pariah's eyes, distracting him. He roared in pain, the other hand that wasn't wearing the ring coming to his eyes. Cujo took advantage of the distraction and pulled the ring off of Pariah. He then flew over to me and dropped it in the open Fenton thermos.
"Good boy," I complimented, patting him on the head. "Everyone, attack now!" I shouted. Wulf and Cujo bit Pariah hard on each leg, Box Ghost threw boxes at him, and Dora and I combined our fire attacks into one, hitting him in the chest. He roared in pain, growing weaker and weaker with every attack we threw at him. After minutes of this, he fell to his knees, finally weakened. Taking the opportunity, I sucked him into the thermos. He didn't resist, and after he was in, the fight against him was finally over.
"I could use some help!" Ember shouted to us. Drake and she were in hand-to-hand combat, struggling against one another. I quickly fired my ecto-fire Drake, knocking him off of Ember.
"Everyone leave!" I shouted. "I can handle him on my own!"
"We won't leave!" Ember shouted back. "We can help you beat him!"
"It's my battle!" Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Desiree floating there, watching everything. She can keep them from interfering. "I wish you all would stand down and let me fight this battle on my own!" I yelled.
I watched as Desiree waved her hands the usual way she did when she was going to grant a wish. "So you have wished it…"she started.
"No, Desiree, don't!" Ember screamed.
"…and so it shall be!" she finished. Some pink smoke started to slowly rise from the floor, becoming thicker and thicker until I couldn't see my own hand in front of me. When it had cleared, there was a pink, thick dome holding everyone in. "I've got to stop granting every wish I hear," Desiree mumbled.
Everyone started to attack the dome at once, trying to break it, but it held. Cujo tried to bite it, but he bounced right off of it. Dora blew fire at it, but no effect. It bounced off of the wall as well and nearly burned everyone inside.
"It's against the rules to hold us back during a war!" Walker yelled at me.
"Then I'm breaking that rule, I suppose," I calmly said.
"Lasi nin helpi oni, direktisto, amiko, bonvolu," Wulf pleaded. (4) I shook my head firmly no, refusing to give in to them. I then heard Drake's laugh, and I whirled around.
"You really think you can beat me alone?" he declared.
"I did it before, and I'll do it again," I replied. "This time, I'll beat you for good."
"I'd like to see you try," he said, smirking. At this, he threw orange ecto-rays at me. One hit me in the stomach, while the other one rebounded off of the dome behind me and hit Drake. Thinking quickly, I whipped some amethyst ecto-balls at him. He dodged most of them, but a few hit him.
"I want to know a few things," I said while putting up a shield against his ecto-balls.
"What?"
"Who did you kill that I know? My army refused to tell me," I told him. It felt weird having a somewhat civilized conversation with my brother. I then let my ecto-fire stretch out a bit, and when it was long enough, I threw it at him like a whip. He gave a small cry of pain, but obviously was holding most of the pain back. When I pulled it back, part of the uniform on his arm had been ripped away by my fire whip, and his skin underneath showed signs of a burn. He grimaced in pain, and automatically clutched at his arm.
He repeated, "Who did I kill? Let's see, I killed your grandparents, that one blonde girl friend of yours…"
"Sharon?" I gasped, afraid of the answer.
"Yeah, that was what she said her name was. Um…the African-American kid, he held a lot of technology, (Travis, I thought, tears filling my eyes) and that other blonde kid, a boy this time. ("Leo," I just barely whispered his name. "No.") I killed their families as well. I tried to kill your aunt Jazz and her family, but they put up a modified ghost shield that blocks both ghosts and humans out."
Tears poured out of my eyes, and I screamed. I tackled him against the wall, knocking the wind out of him. "I'm going to kill you," I seethed. "You're going to suffer a long, slow death. You killed my friends and tried to kill all of my family. I hate you," I growled, slamming him against the wall at every other word. This wasn't like me at all, but I couldn't really control myself. "Who was supposed to be your leverage against me?" I asked, remembering my other question.
"Ah, yes," he replied, stroking his chin. Blood trickled out of the corner of his mouth, and I watched as it slid down his chin and onto his hand. "I never really had any leverage. I used that as an idle threat."
"Figured," I muttered. I then lit my fist up with amethyst ecto-energy and punched him in the face as hard as I could. My stomach lurched slightly as I felt bones snap and break under my fist. He roared and blasted me in the stomach, clutching his nose.
"Damn it!" he screeched. "You broke my nose!" When he pulled his hand away, blood was pouring out of his nose.
"Serves you right," I told him, coming after him again. He growled and threw multiple Shurikens at me. I went intangible, not wanting them to hit me, but I forgot that they could hit me, even when I was intangible. They hit me, one after another, like sharp raindrops in a thunderstorm. I hissed in pain as blood started to show from the wounds. I flew towards him angrily, putting as much speed as I could into my flight. Feeling something hard, I knew that I had rammed him. There was a loud smack as he smacked into the wall behind him. When he opened his eyes, they were red with anger. He rushed at me, but I rushed at him as well. We ran into each other, heads cracking, and repelled off of each other. He smacked into the wall once more, and I slammed into the floor, leaving a shallow crater. My ribcage was screaming in pain from my impact with the floor.
"Lily!" I heard Dora shout. Everyone started pounding against the dome even more, but still to no avail. I rose up slowly, my head pounding from slamming into the floor so hard. Drake fell from his place on the wall to the floor, a loud thump heard throughout the room. He got up slowly as well, holding his hand over his nose. He gave a battle cry and flew at me, throwing ecto-balls. I quickly threw up my arms in a defensive stance, and a purple flaming shield came up around me this time. They deflected and flew everywhere, a couple hitting Drake's ghostly tail as he flew by. It knocked him out of his center of balance, and he fell to the ground mid-flight.
I then let the shield fall and threw more ecto-fire at him. He had flown up into the air again, but when the ecto-fire came at him, they all hit their target this time. He fell to the ground once more, weakened by my attack for the time being. I charged up an ecto-fireball in my hands and flew over to him, ready to finish this once and for all. Just as I was about to let it loose at him, he kicked me in the stomach and flipped up into the air, looking ready to finish this battle to the death.
"Are you willing to fight to the death, sister?" he questioned.
I retorted, "Are you?" A deep frown set in his face, and he charged at me. I grabbed him by his hands and pushed his wrists back. He winced in pain, and pushed back. I then brought my foot to his stomach, making him double over. He glared at me viciously, his eyes a fiery red once more. I felt my eyes burn slightly, and I realized that my eyes had become red as well.
"You're willing to sacrifice yourself for these humans and these ghosts," he gestured his hand at them, "who attack you nearly everyday? You'd give up your life for them?" he asked in disbelief.
"Yes. Whether or not they attack me, that doesn't mean I shouldn't protect them from someone who wants to kill them. It doesn't mean I should I just stand by and let someone harm them severely. For the most part, they live and breathe just like us," I declared.
He sniffed in a snobbish manner. "Fine," he snapped, flying backwards. "It's a fight to the death you want," I watched as he started to charge up an orange ecto-ball with Shurikens in it, "it's a fight to the death you get. You will be the one who dies, though, sister." He spit 'sister' out like poison on his tongue.
"That's where you're wrong," I said, charging a mix of amethyst ecto-fire and ecto-balls in my hands. "You're going to be the one who dies, brother." I said 'brother' with bitterness as well.
"You wish," he whispered. We kept charging up our energy, just like in our first battle. Mine was nearly powerful to take out Drake, but his was charged up before mine. He whipped it behind him, preparing to throw it as hard as he could, and then hurled it at me. I tried to throw mine at the same time as his to block it or create another explosion like last time, but his hit me just as I released mine. I screamed in pain, the ecto-energy burning me to some extent, but not as bad as the ecto-fire would. The Shurikens sliced through me sharply like scissors cutting through paper. In slow motion, I watched as my ecto-fire/ecto-energy ball went slightly to the right, barely missing him.
"Lily, amiko!" Wulf shouted to me as I fell from the air, not able to stay in the air anymore. I slammed into the floor once more, bleeding horribly. I should have given up, I thought. I felt the blue-purple rings slide over my body, changing me back to human form. The blood ran around the tips of my hair and flowed out of my head, taking away the brown hair color. I recognized the raven locks given to me by both my mom and dad. Weakly, I reached up to my eyes and removed the contacts, not wanting to die without being recognized. I flung them away from me, my usually lilac eyes with blue flecks showing, dulling as I was dying. Slowly, my lifeline, my blood, was flowing out of me like millions of crimson rivers, taking my life from me. Drake was laughing as he flew down next to me.
"Who's the one that's dying, Lily?" he taunted me, laughing. I heard everyone start to pound on the dome, struggling to break free.
"Lily, stay alive1 Fight against it!" Walker shouted. My vision started to blur and clump together, making it hard to see anything and everything around me. I felt a gentle hand on each of my shoulders, and, though my vision was blurred, I saw the faint outlines of my parents.
"Mom, Dad?" I questioned. The realization then hit me; I didn't want to admit it, but I had to. "I'm dying," I whispered. Everything started to go numb, and I couldn't feel anything anymore. I did see as Drake summoned a Shuriken and watched as he dug it into my body. More blood started to pour from the wound, but I didn't feel it, and I didn't feel the pain. I tried to lift up an arm to fire an ecto-ray at him, but I found that I couldn't move my arm. I tried to lift my leg, my head, anything, but found I couldn't lift anything at all. "No," I whispered once more, "it's over. It just can't be over."
"Lily, don't die!" I heard Ember shout. I heard a splintering sound and watched as the outlines of pink dome pieces flew through the air. They broke the dome, I thought in shock.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, my last tears coming to my eyes. I then breathed in my last raggedy breath, and, while tears were still running down my face, closed my eyes. I heard the footsteps of everyone as they ran over to me and attacked Drake as well.
"You're dead, punk," Walker growled. A final sense of blackness washed over me as I finally breathed my last breath, still hearing the protests of my friends and Drake's hollow laugh.
(1)Rough translation of, "Are you all right, leader?"
(2)Rough translation of, "You are much like your father, and have the same power over people and fellow comrades as he used to. As it your duty to protect us, it is also our duty to protect you."
(3)Rough translation of, "Yes, if you do not mind."
(4)Rough translation of, "Let us help you, leader, friend, please."
Longest chapter ever- 11 pages! The end…or is it? (Sob) Heartbreaking chapter! Maybe this is the end, maybe it isn't. You shall find out soon enough! Stay tuned! R&R please! L8r!
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