Ok, so another update. I will be updating one or two times after this before the eighteenth. And soon there will be a little filler that doesn't really move the story forward, but will be enjoyable. I may even do that today. Anyway, reviewers:
KuriMaster13: It just seemed really long to me I guess since it took up almost an entire page of word. And when I first watched Ultimate Spider Man, my first thought was how similar Flash and Dash are.
Faliara: Not at all.
Oblitus Angeli: Oh, I think you might enjoy this chapter. As you said, he shall perish for what he hath done wrong. (You know what; I'm going to name the chapter that, thanks for the name)
Youngwriter: Thanks, and you woke your parents up laughing? I must be doing something right.
Dislcaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom or Ultimate Spider Man blah blah blah
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Chapter 12
He Shall Perish for What He Hath Done Wrong
(Spidey POV)
I was still figuring out my Spidey Sense issue.
"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU JUST GRABBED WITH YOUR FILTHY HANDS?" Danny yelled, jabbing his finger at Flash.
"Um, a ring," replied Flash.
"Give it back before I make you," he hissed, holding out his hand for the ring.
"What's so special about this piece of junk anyway?" asked Flash, holding the ring in front of his face.
"One," said Danny.
"It doesn't look valuable or anything," Flash continued.
"Two," Danny said.
"What's going on?" asked Harry and MJ, running down the hallway to stand next to me.
"Three," Danny said in a voice so chilling it could have made Doctor Doom run and hide, cowering in fear.
Yet that idiot Flash still didn't give the ring back.
Danny punched Flash in the face with a sickening crunch and Flash fell to the ground. Everyone in the hallway stared in horror as blood trickled down Flash's face. And he was still holding the ring.
Danny lunged at Flash again. He punched and kicked Flash until he was unconscious and his hand opened. Danny plucked the ring from Flash's hand and walked away as if nothing has happened. Flash was lying on the ground unconscious with a pool of blood quickly forming around him. The hallway was silent until I walked up to Flash and knelt beside him. My eyes widened and I yelled, "Someone call an ambulance! He's barely breathing!"
Every person in the hallway took out a phone and dialed 911. I walked away from the scene to find Danny. He had some serious explaining to do.
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(Danny POV)
Stupid stupid stupid. That was the only word I could think of to describe it. How could I have not controlled the anger? Now, he was probably almost dead, if not dead, and then S.H.I.E.L.D. would be like weights pressing down on me.
"You're not an ordinary human, are you?" said Peter's voice behind me.
I didn't even flinch. There was no point in hiding it anymore.
"No," I replied.
"Why did you nearly kill Flash?" asked Peter.
"So he's not dead. Good. He took the ring and I couldn't control my anger," I said.
"It's just a ring! If he took it permanently you could have always gotten another one. Why do you have one in the first place anyway?" asked Peter.
"It isn't just a ring. It's Sam's ring. Or Valerie's originally, I suppose. But I consider it Sam's. She held it for me."
"She held it for you? What's that supposed to mean? Come on, why won't you tell me anything about where you came from? Why won't you tell me anything about yourself or your family? Why won't you tell me about your friends from that place? You can trust me."
I felt tears threatening to spill talking about the painful subject of Amity Park.
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Fine. Some other time. Then tell me about you not being ordinary."
"Why don't you start?"
Peter froze up for a second at my comment but quickly regained his posture.
"What are you talking about?"
"Don't try to hide it from me. First of all, there are S.H.I.E.L.D. cameras all over the house. Second, I get kidnapped and interrogated by S.H.I.E.L.D.. Obviously, S.H.I.E.L.D. is involved with someone in your house. It's not me, and I doubt it's your aunt."
"Fine, I'm with S.H.I.E.L.D.. Tell me who you're with."
"I'm with no one. The only one I was ever 'with' was Clockwork. Who knows if he got destroyed? I'm leaning towards yes, but then, he's Clockwork. He could escape anywhere. That, and someone has to watch over the time stream."
"The time stream? You don't seriously mean Father Time actually exists?"
"Of course he exists. But please, call him Clockwork. That's his name."
"Are you delusional?"
"Sometimes I wonder. But no, I don't think so."
"You're still avoiding my question. What are your powers? You obviously have some to have strength enough to kill someone with your bare hands."
"My powers? Well, I have a few."
"Just answer the question."
"Honestly, you sound like Fury. Ah well, I guess I'll tell you. It won't make a difference anyway. Just don't go telling everyone. Including S.H.I.E.L.D..
"Deal."
I looked him straight in the eye and transformed into Phantom.
"For the record, I don't want revenge on myself," I said, and I turned invisible, making it look like I disappeared. I wanted to stay and see his reaction.
"Danny is Phantom?" Peter asked to no one, staring of with a hilarious expression.
Peter said nothing more and left to go back to the scene.
I phased out the roof and went to Peter's house.
Peter arrived a little while later. He avoided my eye and that night was pretty uneventful.
I wonder if I made the right decision.
Probably not, knowing my luck.