DOODLES HERE!
Woo! Vacation! Finally! :falls over: Almost, anyway. Just one school day to get over with...
UGH.
MANY HUGE THANKS TO SPARKY-NII WHO EDITS MY STORIES!! SHE IS AWESOME I TELLS J00!!
Don't own Danny, Valerie, Vlad, or any other character from DP that shows up! D : I do own Falcon and Fox, tho, so plz no stealz. Thnx..
Anyway! On with the story. : D
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Danny awoke to find that he was lying on the cold floor, leaning against the wall, with what he assumed was meant to be a blanket covering him, though it was far too thin for any real warmth. He listened to what was going on around him.
He could hear the voice of the girl who had brought him here, talking to another man with a deep voice like thunder. They seemed to be fairly close, but quiet enough that Danny had to strain to hear what was being said.
"Falcon, we don't know that - " the girl whispered, sounding upset, but was interrupted by the man, the so called "Falcon".
"No, but we need to assume it," he said in a low voice. "It would be inhumane to think otherwise."
"But he could be a danger - !" she protested, and Falcon shushed her.
"He's a mere boy. He won't do much damage, even if he tried."
"A boy! He's near adulthood!"
"A boy in my eyes all the same," Falcon reminded her, then he sighed. "If you really are so suspicious - "
"Yes! I am!"
" - then we'll scan him. He's not a ghost, at least, right?"
There was a pause. Then, "No. He caught one of the AGRocks." Danny resisted the urge to frown. AGRocks? There was something special about those rocks she had been throwing at him before, then.. and somehow they could tell he wasn't a ghost. But wouldn't they just look for the glowing? It was the most obvious sign..
"You see? At least he is not a ghost. He's not wearing gloves, so we can be sure." Falcon turned away from Danny and said something quietly to someone else in the room that Danny hadn't noticed before. Whoever it was, they were good at keeping quiet. The sound of a door opening and closing quietly was the only indicator of the person leaving.
"Falcon..." the girl hesitated, but only for a moment. "What happens if this boy was sent by Plasmius?" That got Danny's attention. Plasmius? How would they know him?
"We shall find that out in the scan," Falcon promised. "Don't worry, Fox." It was then that Danny decided it was time to wake up. He opened his eyes and stretched a bit, looking around the room. It was quite plain - a table near the corner to his left with a pitcher of water and a few glasses, and a small table on the right. In front of him stood Fox, who he could now see better than before. She was red-headed, freckles spraying her face, and had bright blue eyes. She had a face that he would have thought to be on a person who trusted people easily, but her expression gave away her distrust.
"So you're awake, boy," Falcon said, and Danny's attention turned to him. Falcon turned out to be a rather old, African-American man, a gray tint in his beard, mustache, and hair. He seemed wise - his dark eyes twinkled with a knowledge that only a person of his age could have. He was obviously the leader here, and it was obvious why. Now, he seemed to be looking kindly at him; a guise, perhaps? Or just for the sake of being kind? "Did you sleep well?"
Danny had half a mind to tell them that he'd had better, and that on a hover-board-type-thing or the floor were not the best places to sleep on. But in his ghost hunting days, he'd learned that any sleep he could get was good sleep. "Yes, thank you," he replied instead, clearing his throat when he realized it was hoarse.
"Good. What's your name, boy?"
Danny hesitated. He didn't like to give away his name - it caused a lot of trouble. After a moment's quick thought, he replied, "Phantom." Falcon seemed alarmed.
"Phantom? A ghost name?" Falcon's kind look suddenly turned suspicious, similar to Fox's, and Danny had the feeling that 1) they knew ghosts existed and 2) they had something terribly against them. Duh. He kicked himself mentally for not seeing those obvious facts before.
"Well, um.. I'm kind of inconspicuous generally. People don't really pay attention to me, like a shadow, and I have knack of getting into hard-to-get-to places." True enough, after all - if being unpopular was good for anything, it was being inconspicuous. And he could get into hard-to-get-to places, by using his intangibility..
"...hmm," Falcon said, not looking convinced. "We should scan you as soon as possible." Suddenly Danny was feeling a little nervous.
"S-scan?" he said, kicking himself again for the stutter. "What sort of scan?"
Falcon replied vaguely, "Oh, you know. Just a security check..." At that moment, a young boy silently came into the room; Danny assumed it was the boy who had been sent off to do god-knows-what by Falcon. Behind him followed a box, pushed by two men on a wheeled cart. Danny looked it over anxiously, but there was no sign of what it could be. Falcon thanked the men and the boy, and dismissed them with the wave of his hand. "Phantom, are you ready?"
"For what?" Danny asked anxiously. He didn't expect to get an answer to the question. He got one, though - Fox had sneaked up behind him and blindfolded him.
"Don't struggle, kid," she said roughly. Danny considered disobeying, but figured it would do him good to keep still, so he did as he was told. He was taken to a mysterious seat - he assumed that was in the box - and his mind was suddenly blank. He could remember everything that he knew, but he couldn't remember any of the lies he'd made.
"Alright, now. Feeling alright, son?" Falcon's gentle voice wafted through the darkness. Danny was frozen, and could not reply. "Hey now..." the voice came, closer this time. Suddenly he felt he could move again.
Before he could stop himself, he said, "Fine."
"Good..." Danny could almost hear his smile. "Are you here to destroy the Bond?"
The Bond? What were the Bond? Whatever they were, he knew that he wasn't here to destroy them. Definitely not. "No." He cursed mentally - he hadn't meant to say anything, but he couldn't stop himself. There was some anxious murmuring, seemingly far away.
Then, "Are you here to destroy the Union?"
He had never heard of the Union. "No."
There were twin sighs of relief released. He must've said the right thing. "Do you know who Vladimir Plasmius is?" This time, the voice was a bit kinder.
That question sent a fire in his mind. Memories of the other, elder halfa burned through his mind in colorful splashes. Trying to steal his mom, kill his dad, destroy his life or force Danny to join him (which, all things considered, accounted to the same thing).. "Yes." His mouth forced him to speak calmly, despite the raging hatred in his head.
"Who is he?"
He wanted to tell them exactly what an evil bastard he was, how selfish he was, how much he despised him.. Instead, what came out of his mouth was "A forty-year old millionaire that owns the successful 'DALV Inc.' He is a half-human half -ghost hybrid, whose human alias goes by the name of Vlad Masters." There was an uncomfortable silence around him.
"What?" he heard Falcon mutter. "Is the scanner not working correctly? Or is he that strong?" There was a surge of pain in his mind - the white of his mind was streaked with the red of pain. He bit down on his lip viciously - the pain cleared his mind somewhat, and he knew better than to show pain. "Fox!" Falcon exclaimed, seeming outraged.
"He was resisting," Fox said flatly. "Let us see what he says now. Who is Vladimir Plasmius?"
The pain was still there, his mind was clearer than before, but his mouth still controlled him. "A forty-year old millionaire that - " he began, but was interrupted by Fox.
"Yes, we know that part," she snapped. "What of the second part?"
"He is a half-human, half-ghost hybrid, whose human alias goes by the name of Vlad Masters," he repeated. It was true, after all. Why wouldn't they believe him? The red of pain streaked through the white once more, and this time he couldn't stop the scream from escaping from his lips. Everything was suddenly clearer than before. "It's true!" he gasped. "It doesn't matter if you don't believe me! It's still the truth!" There was a long silence. He used this moment to catch his breath and attempt to soothe the pain. It was difficult - a mental pain was not one he was used to. Physical pain he could handle, no problem, but the pain was inside his mind, a sensitive spot in him.
"He... he really believes it's true?" Fox murmured, and she sounded shocked.
"The poor boy was probably tricked by him," Falcon sympathized. "What is your name, boy?"
The pain, still sharp, forced his mouth to obey his mouth. "Phantom," he said firmly, still breathing hard. One of them tutted.
"The pain has interfered with the scan. One moment..." Fox murmured. The pain was gone, a relief - but he, once again, could not the lies he was supposed to be keeping. The question was repeated to him by Falcon.
Two names stuck out in his mind. Danny Fenton and Danny Phantom. There was a moment of confusion - which one was he? He focused on 'Phantom' - it seemed familiar. Right, somehow. In a sea of white, it was a single spot of gray. "Phantom," he repeated calmly.
Suddenly everything was fading - what was going on? In a brief moment of panic, he felt his hand burn with the familiar sense of the ectoplasmic ray forming in his hand. With a cry, he shot out through the growing darkness of his mind, but his physical attack could not affect the mental attack.
"Danny..." a voice breathed in him.
And then there was black.
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Eheh. This chapter maybe a little bit more exciting? 8D;
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Hopefully vacation will give me enough time to actually keep a story going. D
Hobey ho, all!