I am Phantom

by Futuramakid
DISCLAIMER: I own neither DP or I am Legend.

March 16, 2011.

"Wakey wakey, Uncy Vlad," I tell him playfully. He stretches, and slowly gets out of bed.
"What do you want for breakfast today?" I ask nonchalantly.
"Hmm... You wouldn't happen to have picked up chicken soup, would you?" he asks. I look to the cans,
"Chicken soup, coming up," I tell him. I pick up a can. I hold it in my palm and use some ecto-energy to heat it up, then slice the top off with a blast.
"Impressive," he remarks as he takes the can from me, "what's gotten you in such a show-offy mood today?"
"Ah, just a bit glad to be close to a cure, so Danny and I can get on with our life," I tell him.

"You speak as if you were a couple," Vlad says amusedly, as he sips his soup.

"No. We were the flipsides of a coin. Heads and tails. Subject and predicate. 2 halves of a coherent whole," I muse.
Vlad nods, interested.
"You know, from the day of the accident, I have never been without my ghost half," Vlad say contemplatively, "what's it like?"
"It's... hard to describe. It all depends on the how. I feel a bit empty. Without emotion, I have no reason for my actions," I tell him, thinking deeply. I collect myself.
"But, enough of the mushy stuff, today we have to trap one of the monsters," I say matter-of-factly.
"The easiest way would be a snare trap, but we'd have to be out there at night so they don't burn hanging," Vlad reasons, "so I'd recommend a foothold trap, or a cage trap with a covering."
"I have no experience hunting, Vlad, so layman's terms, please," I remind him.
"A snare trap uses rope and pulleys to pull a catch up. A foothold trap grabs and locks to the leg of the catch. A cage trap is quite simply a cage with a door that closes and locks once the catch has been lured inside," he explains.
"Go on," I encourage him.
"With as little as a crate and some bait, we could set a makeshift cage trap," he suggests.
I go to look at our supplies. I have left from my scavenging the city a large crate that I had previously used in transporting supplies. As for bait... Well, animals are scarce food. The creatures are attracted to the very smell of blood, as it means a wounded kill. I get the Geekbot. He was a good companion, but unnecessary now.
"Well, old friend, I guess this is goodbye."
I pour a blood sample on his shirt. He can pass for food well enough to them.
"The needs of the many-"
"Outweigh the needs of the few. Or the one," I confirm. I programmed him for something like this, using something suitably Tucker-ish, Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan.
"Entering Sacrifice-mode: I am, and shall always be your friend. Live long, and Prosper."
He deactivates.
"I have the trap," I inform Vlad. We set out. I place it in the middle of Amity Square, in front of the Danny Phantom memorial statue, far out of the shadows, as to keep them away during the day. We leave for home. The rest of the day is not particularly eventful, as we both simply wait for the capture...

March 17, 2011.
While Vlad sleeps, I set out. It is dawn. I encamp myself on a hill near the memorial site. There appear to be none of them waiting to ambush. The box shakes, and a moaning roar emanates from it. I approach it. One of them steps from behind a pillar of City Hall. It roars aggresively, but cannot move from the shadows. It stares at me, as I carry the box back towards the lab. I go in. Vlad is waiting for me.
"Decided to go out early today, did we, Phantom?" he asks.
"If I got it now, less chance of sunlight through the cracks injuring it," I tell him.
"Right. Well, I guess we should get it in the gestation pod," he says.
Easier said than done.
I carry the box down the stairs, to the lab. I open the door. It lunges at me. I give it a small jolt of ecto-energy, just enough to knock it out. He hooks the creature into the pod.
"Subject is female, good health... Somewhere between 15 and 20 years of age," he concludes upon examination.
"Does she pass?" I ask.
"Yes. She's a prime specimen," he tells me. He hooks a small bag of fluid into the pod.
"This is the cure. If this works, we could cure Kv as quickly as it spread," he says.
It enters her bloodstream quickly. All that's left is to wait out the effecting period...
"So,Vlad, what do you plan on doing once Earth is back to normal?" I ask.
"Leaving. There's nothing for me here. The world hates Vlad Plasmius."
"Vlad, if this works-"
"They'll all credit you, the hero, and most likely kill me for what I did in the past."
"Not I f I have any say in it. You've been a great help to me, and it won't go unrewarded."
The next few hours were uneventful.
Her temperature and pulse skyrocket. She cries out in pain.
"No effect," I comment. Vlad quickly turns one of the knobs on the pod. The pod begins to get colder, in an attempt to save our live specimen. I notice something. As she cools down, she appears more human.
"Wait... on ice, it works!" I cry out in joy.
"What?" he asks. He looks up. He notices the color returning to the female's skin, the breathing approaching normal human rate. His face lifts.
"Excellent!" he cries. I look at a clock. Dusk. I go and set my security measures. Vlad goes to bed. I look at our specimen. There's something eerily familiar about her, but I can't quite place it...