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Wars of the Dead	By : takkycat Category: +1 through F > Danny Phantom > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 3695 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: I don’t own Danny Phantom…if I did it would be VERY different and I would have censorship groups breathing down my neck! So, don’t sue. I only have *looks in wallet* TWENTY BUCKS!!! I’M RICH!! I’M RICH!!!
Warnings: rape, gang rape, slash/yaoi, blood, depressing stuff, AU, spoilers, H/C, lemon, lime, some OOC, probably more stuff I can’t think of right now.
In my story, The Ultimate Enemy did not happen, but Danny still has his ghostly wail and Box Lunch still exist (she’s too cute not to!!). Plus, humans cannot walk through stuff in the Ghost Zone. Danny and the other characters are also a little bit older (he’s like 17 or so).
This is my first ever Danny Phantom fic ever so I hope you like it! Ironically enough, it matches up with one of the lovely Istalindir’ challenges.
Pairings: Skulker/Danny Walker/Danny OMCs/Danny

Wars of the Dead
It seemed like an eternity since the only high school in Amnityville, Casper High, had been destroyed by ghosts. It seemed so utterly impossible that it was only a month ago that the city’s teens were going about their daily lives, walking to class, talking with their friends, and generally just being kids. Nobody knew why the specters had done it. Had they done it maliciously; had they done it because they were bored; or was the school building merely in their way? But one thing was for sure in the minds of the Amnityville citizens’ minds, they did know who was responsible…INVISO-BILL!

For months, things had been unusually quiet and peaceful, no sign of ghost anywhere, not even the infamous Inviso-Bill. Even the ghost hunters, Jack and Maddie Fenton, were relieved at the break, but that had largely to do with the fact that they were rather preoccupied with the disappearance of their youngest child, Danny.
Now, you would think that in such a small town where everyone knows everyone else and their dog’s business, the disappearance of a child would create more of a stir, but most simply assumed he had runaway. And who could blame him? Everyone knew the Fentons were completely out of their heads! Besides, Amnityville was such a nice, quiet little town (the occasional ghost attack not withstanding). It wasn’t a big city with their big city problems of rapists, gangs, murderers, and child molesters. Once their son tired of his little rebellion, he would come home safe and sound like one of Bopeep’s little lost lambs. Actually, in way, one could say they were right—in part at least.
On a day neither sunny nor rainy in late winter, just another average day in fact, Danny did indeed appear on the doorstep of his family home after disappearing at the beginning of summer. However, anyone who knew the boy could tell you quite clearly that this boy was anything but fine. His eyes held the haunted look of a war-weary soldier and held himself like a wounded animal, flinching at even the slightest touch. At night he rarely slept and when he did they were fill with some untold horrors, though he rarely screamed.
But, despite all this, no one could get him to utter a single word of what happened. However, the world kept on with its endless dance without stop while time played on with its steady tempo, and Danny once again attended classes. Amazingly, despite his long absence, he had managed to keep up with his studies; however he did have a variable mountain of makeup work to complete before the end of the school year. But, what was the most shocking to the students and staff of Casper High was his change in appearance…

“Hey,” whispered Qwan, “Dash! Pssssttt! Hey Dash!!”
Finally getting fed up with his daydreaming friend, Qwan crumbled up a ball of paper and threw it at Dash’s blond head. Dash sat up immediately and lightly punched Qwan on the arm in retaliation.
“What was that for?!” grumbled Qwan, keeping his voice low so that Mr. Lancer would not gripe at them. Since they were both football stars, they were usually let off the hook with only a slap on the wrist at most but it was still irritating to have their teacher lecture them like a couple of five year olds.
“For waking me up, dumbass!” Dash growled back. “I was having the best dream and you stopped it at the best part! So what do you want?”
Remembering why he had gotten Dash’s attention in the first place, Qwan sat up straighter and his eyes gleamed with the unholy light of someone when they have a particularly juicy piece of gossip.
“Remember your little punching bag?”
Now Dash looked interested, “You mean Fenton?”
Qwan smirked, “Yeah, Fenton. He’s coming back today!”
“What?! But I thought he ran away…”
“Well, he’s back now.”
Dash snickered back darkly, “Well, we’ll just have to give him a proper welcome home party won’t we?”
The boys quieted as they heard the classroom door open.
Mr. Lancer turned to the door and said, “Ah, Mr. Fenton. How nice of you to…”
He trailed off as he saw the teen for the first time since the end of the last school year. If someone were to have dropped a pin in that classroom, people would have been able to tell you if it was metal or plastic from the ring, the room was so quiet. People had even seemed to stop breathing.
In stepped a boy with long silky black hair swept up in a braid reaching to the middle of the small of his back. He was a little over 5ft and had a very lean built. With a tapered waist and soft face, he could have easily been mistaken for a female. He carried himself with the wary grace of a gazelle deep within the heart of a lioness’ territory, jaded, paranoid eyes visibly struggling not to dart about the room searching for hidden enemies. Although this Danny Fenton wore the same clothing and had the same, too pale coloring, he looked nothing like the loser these people thought they knew so well. The only ones not in shock was Danny’s best friends Sam Mason and Tucker Foley. They alone not only knew where he had been all this time, but also had at least some idea what sparked Danny’s transformation.
Almost visibly shaking himself, Mr. Lancer broke the silence with a jerk. “Mr. Fenton, if you please take your seat.”
Danny moved quietly to the only seat open near his friends. After sitting and taking out a pen and notebook, he sat back and listened as Mr. Lancer resumed class.

He seemed to pay enough attention to Mr. Lancer’s lecture as would borderline fanatic, holding on to each word desperately. He didn’t dare let his mind wander off as he would have in the past, too afraid of where his mind might just wander to the very memories that kept him from his rest and made sleep his enemy. He almost screeched when the bell rang. As it was, he nearly leapt out of his skin. His friends looked on with concern.
He gave them a small wave to assure them as he began to gather his things, but before he or anyone else could leave, Mr. Lancer made an announcement.
“Beginning next week we will be reading All Silent on the Western Front, and we will be discussing war and its effects. I will distribute copies of the book on Monday.”
Danny could feel the blood drain from his already pale face. He sat frozen at his desk.
“Danny, are you okay?” Sam said carefully, being sure not to actually touch her friend. Although she was fairly sure Danny would not do anything, it was better to be safe than sorry.
“Yeah man! You look as pale as a ghost!” Tucker smiled as his little jab had the intended result.
Danny slumped out of his shock and shot Tucker a mild mock glare, “Funny, Tuck. You guys go ahead; I need to talk to Mr. Lancer. I’ll catch up…”
“You sure, Danny?” Both Tucker and Sam had a feeling they knew just what Danny wanted to talk to Mr. Lancer about.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine. It’ll only be a sec.” With that, Danny made his way to the front of the room where Mr. Lancer was grading papers.
Having no choice, Sam and Tucker hurried to their next class.
“Mr. Lancer?”
Lancer looked up, “Yes Mr. Fenton? Can I help you?”
Danny looked unsure for a moment and then forged on, “Mr. Lancer, I was wondering if you would let me do…a different book.”
Having years of experience teaching, the English teacher was used to having students trying to weasel out of schoolwork that they felt was “useless” and “boring”.
“I assure you Mr. Fenton, that this book is quite important and…”
“Please, sir!” said Danny, the desperation in his voice evident. “You don’t understand! I can’t do this! I just CAN’T!!”
“Oh, so I don’t understand do I?” Lancer answered in a bored tone. “Tell me, Mr. Fenton, exactly what is ‘war’?”
Lancer already knew what he would say, just like all the others before him. After a minute’s pause, he would either confess he did not know or say some juvenile interpretation of war that he gained from movies or television…the words of one who had never known the horrors and hardships of war. Now Lancer freely admitted he did not “know” war but he knew enough to understand just how serious war was.
Without a second’s hesitation, Danny looked Lancer straight in the eyes and answered gravely, “War is destruction; war is death. It is innocents being sent out to killing or being killed for reasons they don’t even know. Nothing survives war. A person may come out “alive” but a part of their heart, their very soul, is dead. War is no game; war is the lost of everything.”
Lancer looked back at the “child” in shock. Barely keeping himself from stuttering he answered Danny’s earlier question, “I will think about it…”

A week had passed since Danny had return to school and he was finally starting to relax a bit, but only slightly. Everyone but Sam and Tucker avoided him like the plague. This actually was not unusual, but the emotions that caused them to behave thus were. They looked at him as if he were a madman about to snap any minute. Finally, Dash decided it was time to remind him of Dash’s “superiority,” catching the boy off guard in the cafeteria.
The instant Dash laid his hand on the smaller teen’s shoulder; Danny lashed out, hitting him square in the jaw. He fought like a wild animal, kicking and scratching. It was all Dash could do to cover his face and keep his eyes from being gouged out.
Lancer noticed the commotion and went to investigate. When he saw the “fight” he moved immediately to break it up. However, he soon found it was easier said than done.
It took four people to pull the thrashing youngster off the blond jock. Danny was clearly in another world. His eyes were glazed, staring into some unknown place and time. He covered his head with his hands, blood thickly crusting under the nails, fending off some unseen attacker.
Over and over he uttered as tears streamed from his eyes, “Subsisto , commodo. subsisto Is vulnero. Subsisto , commodo. subsisto Is vulnero.” ¹

TBC…
Well, that’s the first chapter. I’d write more but that seems to be a good place to stop. Plus…I hungry!!
Don’t worry, this will all make sense later (I hope)…not to mention the slashy goodness to cum! (Baaaaaddd pun…*smacked by audience*)
By the by, All’s Quiet on the Western Front is an excellent, if not extremely depressing historical fiction set during WWI.
¹ Latin for, “Stop, please. Stop. It hurts.” (At least that’s what the translator told me!)
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