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Chapter 15
He looked down at his hands. He looked back up into the mirror and stared at his face. He still couldn't believe it. It was impossible. How could this have happened? He ducked his head down and closed his eyes, not wanting to believe what he was seeing. But there was no denying it. He chanced one more look, this time studying his face. He still looked like himself, kind of. His basic form was still there. But not like it had been before. For one, It was green. Completely green. It also looked almost fiery. His hair crackled and burned like a fire. His face had a fiery look to it. Overall, it just looked like a big fire. And that's what he figured it was. A fire.
Daniel Fenton slowly stood up. He would have cried about what had happened, but he couldn't. He had pieced together what exactly had happened, but it wasn't something he liked to dwell on. From what he had figured, he had been burned to the core, literally. He had jumped into the fire, and it had burned away his human half quickly. After that, it had begun to burn his ghost form, then he had fallen away into the water, but the damage had been done. He was eternally this fiery monster. He was just glad he still had his human emotions.
He had gone to his funeral. He laid low and invisible, watching everything that had happened. His eyes, filled with sadness, had watched as the empty casket had been lowered. He saw his Dad get the call, he watched him fly off. He had actually followed him. He had stayed far enough away that he wouldn't be sensed, but he kept a close eye on him. He watched Danny's attack. He saw the ghost retaliate, and he had watched in horror as Danny had given the huge beating to the ghost. He stood where he was, awe struck, as he saw this violence unfold. He had seen everything.
And there was one thing he knew for sure. He could never let his family see him like this. He had seen them at the funeral, his father's unbridled rage, and their overall heartbrokeness. He didn't know what they would say if they saw him like this. It seemed like it would be easier to just let them think he was dead than to let them see him as this monster. That was something he couldn't deny. He never wanted to let his family see him like this. The only problem was how would he pull it off? If he moved to the Ghost Zone, his dad might still see him on one of his many excursions. If he stayed in the human world, there would be reports of him and Danny would investigate. What was he gonna do? He sat there, thinking, when it hit him.
Clockwork.
That was it. Clockwork could send him so far through time there was no way he'd ever run into any of his family. Thousands of years into the future, where the closest he could get would be a great great great great great grandchild. No one that would know anything about him. It was perfect. He stood up and flew off towards the Fenton Portal and then on to Clockwork's lair.
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"I need your help," Daniel said to the Master of Time. He was standing behind the old ghost, who was observing the monitors on the wall. Each monitor showed a different period in time, and every alternate timeline there was.
"And what exactly do you want me to help you with?" Cockwork asked as he turned to face his young visitor.
"I want you to send me thousands of years into the future."
"No."
"But Clockwork..."
"I am not going to let you go wandering around in the future. You need to work this out with your parents, not go running away from it."
"I can't. It's better they think I"m dead. Seeing me as the monster I am would do no good at all."
"No Daniel. I know your parents, and I know that isn't how they'd feel."
"Yes it is! Please Clockwork, send me into the future. I don't want them to ever have to see me like this."
"For the last time, no.:
"Please!" Daniel was now down on his hands and knees, pleading. "I have to go away. They can't see me like this. I'm begging you!"
"Do you realize what you're asking? Banishment to the far future to live out your entire life in solitude with no hope of seeing your family ever again?"
"Yes. It's what I want. It's what's best."
Clockwork closed his eyes a moment, then sighed heavily. "Fine. I will send you thousands of years through time. But before I do, you must take this." Clockwork went over to a wall and grabbed what looked like a necklace with a peculiar ornament on it. He tossed the time medallion to Daniel. He put it on, and it was immediatly burned by the fire. "There. Now you will be able to stay in wherever I send you. It's part of you now." Daniel nodded in understanding. Clockwork went over to his control panel and typed something in. A moniter popped up. All that they could see was the swirling blacks and green of the Ghost Zone. "There. The Ghost Zone, thousands of years through time. Enter when you are ready. And remember, there is no going back. I will not help you again. This decision is final."
Daniel sadly nodded as he walked towards the screen. He looked up at it. This was his future, this was his home. This was where he belonged. He took one last look around. His soon to be past. The aged walls, the shiny medallions, the Fenton Thermos that contained his father's evil self. Clockwork, a dissaproving look on his face. He turned back to the screen, unsure about whether he should do it. Faces popped into his mind. Mom, Dad, Daniel, the cat, Mindy. His aunt Jazz, his Grandparents, basically everyone he'd ever known or met. Then he saw his dad beating the ghost to a pulp. The sadness in their eyes, the sorrow and grief. Finally he saw what he believed would happen if he showed himself to them. Horror, mourning, something worse than how they now felt. He had made up his mind. He closed his eyes, and jumped through the screen.