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The Road to Hell is Paved with Good Intentions	By : sirensoundwave Category: +1 through F > Danny Phantom Views: 2996 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Seriously? Fine. The Danny Phantom series is the intellectual property of Butch Hartman. As a result, I get no money for this T_T. The plot is mine though, dammit. He can't have that too.The original character Sylphine belongs to me.

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Okay kiddies, Vlad and Danny beat the shit out of each other in this chapter. I mean knock down drag out brawl between two guys with serious power. Not a one sided beat down that Danny only survives by some sad plot device (there are e--fuckin--nough of those in the actual show). I gave Other Phantom a make over to match his attitude too. Clockwork begins to question his 'employers' to their...um...eyes? And things get interesting in Danny's head.
Here's Sick Puppies 'You're Going Down' setting up for the chapter. Let's go!
Disclaimer: Bite me.

Chapter 12
You're Going Down
Define your meaning of fun
To me it's when we're gettin' done
I feel the heat comin' off of the blacktop
So get ready for another one
Let's take a trip down memory lane
The words circulate in my brain
You can treat this like another one all the same
But don't cry like a bitch when you feel the pain
A large pink bubble had saved Plamius from being blown to hell. The force had thrown him a few feet shy of a building but he was able to slow his acceleration to a dead stop before he hit it. Still he was stunned to see tiny cracks on his shield. And even more so when the cause stepped through the smoke and dust as if nothing was wrong.
"That was quick fruitloop." Danny laughed merrily; the gleam in his crimson eyes made all the more disturbing by the blood on his lips and coating his left arm. Plasimious' blood. "Guess I should change wardrobe too."
The familiar bluish white rings appeared at the teen's waist only to quickly change to reddish white as they slid along his frame in opposing directions. Vlad knew that could not be good.
Worn blue jeans and sneakers gave way to studded black leather pants and black combat boots up to his shins with deep red laces. His signature red and white tee was replaced with a red one bearing the DP logo in silver. An ebony trench coat reached just past his shins decked out in chains and metal spikes. One crimson biker glove on his left hand, the right one bare. Phantom's hair was still shockingly white but the right side was sheered just low enough to obscure his scalp. The eye on that side was thickly outlined in black. Above and under it a black line like a dagger's tip ran down his cheek. The ghost child sneered revealing fangs.
What the devil happened in an hour's time?! This is the same thing that surfaced. How could the boy lose control of it so fast?
Vlad would be the first to admit that the boy made him look like a cheap Halloween costume now. But Phantom's new look or even behavior isn't what worried him. The fact that the boy had a massive amount of power rolling off of him in waves did. This wasn't going to be one of their usual confrontations.
And it was about then he noticed those boots were steel toed. Yeah, he got a great view of 'em when Phantom charged and drop kicked him through that wall he avoided the first go 'round.
"Get up old man. This is what you wanted right? For me to 'realize my true potential and put aside childish things' I think were your exact words. I don't suppose wanting to eviscerate you counts as a childish thing does it? And this definitely isn't a toy." He held out his gloved hand scowling at his opponent.
The chains on his person glowed red before the segments of different sizes linked together and attached to a curved scythe with a short white handle that formed before him. A silver ankh hung from the other end of the chain. This new weapon, a kusari-gama, glinted in the sun as he took hold of it.
“You’ve matured. Congratulations boy. But you must realize I’ve only been toying with you these past few years. You are not the only one with powers to display.”
With that, the elder halfa simply reached behind him and pulled a long thin sword from inside his cape. The hilt was gold and silver twined together forming the head of a dragon at one end and branched out in a v shape where the blade was connected. The weapon was drawn just in time to parry a swing from the chained sickle. The clang of metal on metal rang throughout the streets. The two seemed well versed in their chosen weapons; trading blows like gladiators of equal caliber.
People had already started to run away when the initial explosion occured. Some had called the police but many weren’t too worried. Well beyond getting out of the way. He looked a lot different but after two years you couldn’t not recognize the hero of Amity Park. He would drive the Wisconsin Ghost away in no time and save them all. Which made the next few moments all the more terrifying.
“A claymore? Funny always pictured you with a broad sword.” Phantom scoffed. “Not interested in a stalemate. Eyah!”The punkish ghost boy swung his weapon wide. At first nothing happened. The move had been too far away to make contact with the older halfa.
“GAHHH!” When he was about to dismiss the move as a distraction, an ear-splitting shriek sounded. A wall of glowing green sound waves struck him in the knees. He screamed in pain but managed to use his own energy to prevent his legs from being sheared off.
A tree his left lost a about a foot of height and there was a large gash in the street to his right. The boy had just channeled his ghostly wail through that swing! Vlad had seen the boy use that devastatingly destructive attack a few times before but the scream always caused such weakness that he was forced into his human form shortly afterwards. Daniel lacked any ability to focus it and usually destroyed a good deal of property no matter how he tried to control it. The one time it didn’t, it had been aimed skyward at a ghost Plasmius couldn’t recall. Didn’t matter as the ghost had never been seen again in either world.
That was not the same attack. It was far more concentrated and directed with his weapon. No, this was far more dangerous. That weapon had to go. He did not want to kill the boy but...dying himself did not appeal to him either.
“ARRGGHHH!”
A glowing gloved hand still grasping the wicked blade and part of a leather covered forearm dropped to the ground. Phantom clutched the stump where his left hand used to be. He dropped to his knees and doubled over trying to stem the flow of neon ooze. It ran down his remaining hand and onto the chain still held in it.
“Not so brave now boy. You should have watched your back. As you kids say ‘uh-duh’.” A copy of Plasmius floated behind him, his sword dripping green. “To bad you’ll never get to use that delightful attack again.”
“You’d...think...that.” He raged through gritted teeth. “Wrong bitch.” Phantom yanked the chain and the kusari-gama slashed the duplicate in half forcing it to melt. Those on the street watched in awe as the chain draped over his shoulder and snaked along his left arm; the severed appendage was still attached as the short sickle dangled at the end of it. With another sharp yank, the two bloody parts were forced together and sealed seamlessly in place.
“Oh dear. That’s new.” Vlad blinked before creating more duplicates which all took battle stances. “I suppose we’re both in for quite a fight.”
*I am a line break! Beware!**I am a line break! Beware!**I am a line break! Beware!*
“Okay. We found him easy enough.” Valerie sighed as she peered into the 2-D prison. The gold bug was kinda creepy but it was resting on a fissure in the glass. At least they knew it could break.
Danny looked as if he had simply fallen asleep. His face was serene but his clothes and hair rippled like he was caught underwater. She was still having trouble connecting that lovable face with the bane of her existence.
This isn’t real.
“It’s already cracked a little. Maybe we could use one of these rocks.” Tucker held one of the large stones from the brook over his head and brought it down with all his might. Bad idea. The surface merely wavered before rebounding the force of the blow and sending the techie flying backwards.
“You okay Tuck?” Sam called, then amended her query. “Standard question!”
“Define okay. Standard answer.” The poor boy moaned. He’d slid a ways leaving a long trail in the snow. He was just grateful the rock landed beside his head not on it.
“This material resists force but it’s solid to the touch.” Jazz ran her hand along the mirror. “Danny wake up! Can you hear us? We are gonna get you out of this!”
To their surprise, the cracks lengthened a bit.
“He hits it and gets knocked silly. You yell at it and it cracks. Emotions!” Sam exclaimed as Tucker hobbled back to their group. “Sylphine said the only way to break the mirror was to use the reverse of the emotions it was made of. Anger, grief, rejection and desperation, she gave us the clues. We have to let him know we care about him. Believe in him.”
Another crack.
“Um... okay. Danny we’re all here for you. I’m sorry that I didn’t do something sooner. I saw how much you were hurting and I dropped the ball as a big sister. Please forgive me.” Jazz placed her hand on the glass. She felt so bad inside, she began to cry and her voice became a whisper. “But I can’t make it up to you if we don’t make it out of here.”
Longer, deeper crack.
“You’re reckless, headstrong, and you’re gonna give me a heart attack one day!” Sam yelled. “But that’s what makes you the awesome hero you are. Screw the world, your friends and family love you and need you. We don’t care that you’re a half ghost we just want to help you deal with this.”
Another crack that stretched across diameter of the mirror.
“Dude this is super bizarre but still kinda cool. Kick ass powers and your own inner world. You’re just like Ichigo, complete with hollow half. But he saves the day and deals with the craziness in his head all alone. You don’t have to. We’ve been suckey friends but we want to do better by you man. Please...wake up Danny so we can have the chance.”
By now the glass looked like it had been hit with a crowbar several times.
Team Phantom looked at Valerie. Who remained silent, gazing at the mirror in awe.
“Um hello? World at stake? Aren’t you going to say something?” Sam glared at the former Red Huntress.
Val wasn’t sure, she just...Danny had lied to her for two years! He was a monster that was basically snacking on everyone he came in contact with! How many times had he held her hand or walked with her pretending it was normal when he was actually siphoning off her life force.? She felt so betrayed, so hurt. Every sweet, caring smile he ever gave her morphed into Phantom smirking at her in her mind. Because of him she was stuck in the twilight zone.
That day she found him shaking and scared out of his mind it was because he had almost killed somebody. Not an accidental push or careless action like not watching the road. Somebody he was feeding on! How could the three of them be okay with it?! She scowled at the trapped boy.
“Val--oh shit!” Tucker gasped. The fractures and cracks were slowly resealing. Danny’s face contorted in pain and his body spasmed like he was being tased. “What’s happening?! We’re so close!”
Valerie was horrified.
Did I...do that? Oh my god!
Unfortunately there was a whole new problem. More mirrors appear standing straight up like an eerie fun house. Inside the first appeared...Dash? Then Paulina and then Kwan. As they frantically looked around, they saw Mr. Dane’s entire class, including him, sleeping on the other side.
“I think things just got worse.” Tucker gulped.
*I am a line break! Beware!**I am a line break! Beware!**I am a line break! Beware!*
Downtown Amity Park was in shambles. By the grace of god no one had died yet but if this kept up it was only a matter of time. Clockwork and the Observants watched as the two halfa tore each other (and the town) apart. It was very clear that the more intense the battle became, the more aggressive Daniel’s victims became. The Fentons had resorted to barricaded themselves in the room with Jazz’s prone form. The time spectre couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“Why is this happening?! Don’t give me that ‘we only observe’ speech. You lost that excuse when you tried to force me to destroy Daniel. Sylphine is obviously more powerful than you will admit and you fear her. Who is she? What did she mean by the all the things she said to you two when she was here?”
“That is not your concern.”
“Tha ‘ell it’aint!” shouted an voice. “This doodad be yers, boy-o neva’ knew it’was missin’. Ye round ‘eaded saps bett’r start a’splainin.”
Clockwork had just enough time to catch the cube with multi-colored and fractured surface. He looked at it and immediately felt dizzy. The Observants were shaking but there was no sign of the one who threw it. They were afraid of him!
But why?
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