Oh my gosh, I just realised that I had forgotten to update this story, and put up this chapter, even though I wrote it like, two days after the prologue hahaha. Maybe it's because I got no reviews, so I totally spaced on it. I like that word. Spaced. Anyway, here is the first chapter... I can't be bothered writing this story much, though. I just started school again and I have a feeling that the teachers are going to pile up my homework, so I doubt I'll update this story much. I will do it once in a while. Anyway, enough on that, on to the story.

Vortex of Deception

Chapter One

I felt odd as I regained consciousness, regaining feeling in my limbs at the same time. It seemed like such a long time since I had moved at all, probably meaning that I had been asleep for a while. But the weird thing was that I had no memory of when I had fallen asleep or any time prior to that – all I knew was that I had been sleeping normally, peacefully even, and hadn't been in a coma.

I slowly opened my left eye and saw that my surroundings were a little bit blurry. I could see a white roof, and something green a few feet above me. I struggled to open my right eye and, ignoring the sharp burst of pain it caused, I succeeded. The green thing turned out to be a plant that was hanging from the roof.

I looked down at my body and saw that I wasn't wearing a shirt, but I had white shorts covering my lower body. I was lying on a white bed that had no sheets or blankets on it, and despite that, I didn't feel cold. I could see that some parts of my body were shiny with sweat even though I couldn't feel any heat.

I decided that I would have to move my body eventually and painfully forced myself to slowly move my limbs. First I struggled to move my fingers. It took a few minutes to get the slightest twitch, but it got easier from then on. It didn't take too long to get my entire body moving, and when done I sighed out of relief. I was able to move once again, though the physical pain that it caused me was excruciating.

I sat up slowly, my head growing heavy with the pain. I ignored it and forced myself to observe my surroundings. I was in quite a large room that had baby blue walls and baby blue carpet on the floor. I could see a large mirror adorning one of the walls, and I could also see a set of drawers, a desk with a computer on top, a small couch, a widescreen television, a wardrobe, and two white doors.

"Daniel, you're awake, finally!" A man cried with relief, causing me to jump in surprise. I wearily turned my head and saw a man with grey hair in a ponytail who was wearing a black suit running towards me with his arms open. He embraced me tightly before pulling away to look at me.
"Who are you?" I whispered hoarsely.

He seemed shocked by the fact that I didn't recognise him. "You don't recognise me? It must be amnesia. Why, Daniel, I am your father!"

I raised my eyebrows in shock – wouldn't I recognise my own relatives when I saw them? I glanced at the mirror and saw that I had raven black hair that was also tied back into a ponytail, and my eyes were baby blue, like my room. I turned back to the man and observed him slowly, wondering why he looked so different to me.

"I… am Daniel?" I asked hesitantly, unsure if that was my name or what he enjoyed to call me. I don't know why but I didn't want to accept the fact that this was most likely my name. Maybe it was because I didn't like being called Daniel – maybe I liked being called something else instead, though I knew not what the name was.

"Of course you are Daniel! My, you must've really lost your memory. Can you remember anything at all?" My father asked me, raising an eyebrow.

I closed my eyes slowly as my head throbbed painfully. I probably could remember something if I concentrated hard enough, but I knew I was in no state to do that now. All I wanted was a nice long rest, and maybe something to eat. My stomach made a few noises as I shook my head to indicate that I couldn't remember a single thing of my life.

"Well, that is a shame. Here, have some porridge," My father told me as he placed a bowl in one of my hands, and a spoon in the other. I opened my eyes and concentrated on slowly shovelling the porridge into my mouth. "I suppose I better remind you of a few things, and hopefully they will jog your memory. After that I'll leave you to rest.

"Okay, we'll start at the basic things first. Your full name is Daniel Vladimir Masters, and you are nineteen years old. Your birthday is on the 12th of June. It is currently the year 2012, and the date is the 15th of March. I am your father, Vlad Masters.

"You grew up in Wisconsin, which is where we currently reside. But when you were fourteen we moved to Amity Park for a year because I was elected as mayor. Amity Park is a small town that was infested by creatures identified as ghosts, but there is no one left at Amity Park as there was a massive explosion there four years ago, which killed everyone except for us, as I had moved from there months before.

"You were placed under a spell by an evil ghost five years ago who made you fall into a deep slumber, and I have tried hard to wake you ever since then. I am extremely happy that you have finally woken. Anyway, as I was saying before that, ghosts inhabited the town of Amity Park.
"You had no friends at this town, but that was only because you were home-schooled and had no chance at all to go out and meet new people, as we were important people. You enjoyed the life of a rich child, and you were quite satisfied.

"But after a few months at this new town, I was invited over to the house of an incompetent ghost hunter who was dragging his smart, wonderful, and beautiful wife down the wrong road – she was way too good for him. She obviously took pity on him, and tried to make him a better person but it was well-known that he could never be changed.
"So I went along to their house, and took you with me so you could one day follow in my footsteps. There you met a girl who was a few years older than you, so she showed you around the house. She took you down to their basement and pushed you into one of the current inventions of that imbecile Jack… Err Jackson Gilbert.

"You were struck by the machine, and it would have killed you if I had not heard your screaming. I rushed into the basement and heroically pulled you from their machine, but I was too late. The blast had half killed you, therefore transforming you into the famous half-ghost, Danny Phantom.

"I helped to train you in your ways, and you became one of the most well-known hero's in the world. The ghost hunters, the Gilberts, were sent to jail for their horrendous crime against the mayors son, which is you.

"But one horrible night you were sucked into the ghost zone, which was the home of all ghosts in the world. You were held captive by an evil ghost who decided that he'd like to have revenge, and he stuck you in a deep slumber from which you just awoke. This was all when you were fourteen.

"I avenged you, but I wasn't quick enough – the damage had been done. Fearing for your safety, I escaped from Amity Park which was now being overrun by evil ghosts, and I acquired a house far off in an unknown forest in Wisconsin, which is where we are now."
I had listened quietly for the whole time that he had spoken to me of my life, yet none of it really seemed familiar to me, just like he hadn't seemed like my father. I assumed that it would take me a while to remember this anyway, and to understand. My life seemed to be quite unreal, and I didn't exactly want to believe that I was a ghost, one of those make-believe creatures in children's stories. It just seemed easier to sleep and then slowly let my memory come back to me.

"I understand that this information may take a while to sink in, so I think it's best if I leave you to sleep for now. If you need me, please don't hesitate to press this big blue button by your bed that says 'dad'. But if you need any other services, press the green button and someone will come to you, okay? Goodnight, my son. Sleep well."

My father, Vlad, kissed my forehead and shuffled out of the room, turning the overhead light off as he went.

"Ghost…" I whispered uncertainly, looking at my hand. Sure enough, I was made of solid material, so there was no way that I could possibly be a ghost. "But what did he mean by half-ghost? Does it mean that one side of me is a ghost, one is human? Man, this is confusing."

I laughed tiredly, and closed my eyes. I stretched my legs and rearranged my pillows before going back to sleep, not even bothering to worry about the fact that I might not wake up again.

All right, finally, I'm done. That took a while, since I couldn't be bothered writing. So, Vlad's lying, is he? Meh. That's all. I shall go. Hopefully I will continue writing some time soon.

Love Kirst…