Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom. Butch Hartman does.
Dan threw his younger self into a wall in disgust, then quickly flew to where Danny was starting to get up and pinned the smaller male to said wall.
"They say you're a hero," he hissed, sneering. I used to be a hero. "They say that you saved all their lives." The way that I couldn't. "But what happens to heroes in the end?"
Danny glared defiantly at him, not answering.
"They go to an early grave," Dan answered himself maliciously, taking pleasure in his younger self's suddenly paler complexion. "And as I exist outside of time now…I would be happy to help you there." Again, the deepest part of his mind whispered to him. We're killing ourself again.
All the blood had drained from Danny's face. Dan brushed aside the small voice screaming at him from inside his mind and powered up an ectoblast in his right hand, his left still pinning the young halfa to the wall.
"Goodbye, Danny," he said.
A/N: I didn't mention this before, but if one of these grabs your attention and you want to continue it or whatever, go ahead! I'd really like it if you told me, though, so I could read it.