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. |
Here's the epilogue/ sequel teaser chapter. Remember the sequel will be under Young Justice and no this will not be the last you hear of the main characters in this story. The song I’m Alive by Disturbed wraps thing up. Let's do this!
Epilogue
I'm Alive
Never, again, will I be dishonored
And never, again, will I be reminded
I'm living, within, the world of the jaded
The true inspiration, it's my obligation to
Never, again, allow this to happen
Where do I, begin? The choices are endless
Denying, the sin, my art my redemption
I carry of the torch of my followers before me
The thing I treasure most in life, cannot be taken away
There will never be a reason why
I will surrender to your advice
To change myself I'd rather die
No they will not understand
I will make the greatest sacrifice
You can't predict where the outcome lies
You'll never take me alive
"Get back here Welp!" Skulker yelled firing his new bazooka at an older, more muscular Danny Phantom than last we saw. The two were engaged in aerial combat. Hmm, well combat implies both sides stand a chance however slim. This was the case at one point in the past. It never would be again.
"One, I'm the same size as your suit Skulker. Which means I'm still waay bigger than you blob man. Two, it's been 7 years give it up. You're gonna make me late for work!"
"I care nothing about your--WHAGH!"
Wham!
Skulker got a formal introduction to the side of a building courtesy the chain end of Phantom's kusari gama wrapping around his legs and yanking down. Hard.
In the five years since his awakening, Daniel Fenton/ Danny Phantom/ Nikkou got to reacquaint himself with his abilities and his favorite toy. Unlike regular man made weapons, his was a living part of him. He could direct it the same way he directed his own arm to move.
" I forgot about that acursed thing..." Came a muffled groan.
"And once again the hunter is schooled by the huntee. See ya." Phantom sharply pulled on the weapon causing Skulker to fly over his head. And with another flick of his wrist 'The Ghost Zone's Greatest Hunter' was violently tossed into a waiting portal when the metal links unwound from his legs mid-arc. Phantom dropped down behind the building becoming Fenton once more and continued his walk to his destination. He had a job he loved on the side while taking courses in astrophysics from a private teacher due to his horrendously low GPA upon graduation. On Masters’ dime of course. It didn’t puzzle his parents at all that he suddenly had an interest in hanging out with Uncle Vlad. The four of them actually spent a lot of time together as well.
Amity Park had changed a great deal in 5 short years. Ghosts still attacked. Phantom still saved the day but those were about the only things to remain the same. Most noticeably, the town gaining 4 new heroes.
Vlad served only the remainder of his term as mayor five years prior before returning to the private sector. He offered the explanation that he could no longer divide his time between his business and political affairs. Dlav Co.’s stock had slowly been declining since he took office. If he didn’t want to loose his shirt, he would have to step down. The Wisconsin Ghost seemed to vanish as well.
His acquisition of Axiom Labs shifted their focus from weapons to their less funded endeavors in medical technologies and pharmaceuticals. He split his time between Wisconsin where his main company was based and Amity where his newest component was anchored.
He did however recommend several candidates among which was Tucker Foley, urging him to wait until he as legal to vote himself before running. Sure enough after two others had been elected, Tuck became the town’s youngest Mayor at 18 and stayed in office until he was 20. He cited the same reasons for his failure to seek re-election as Masters had 4 years ago.
Tucker had been working on establishing his own gaming firm, Dark Light Carousel. His first few games were released without much fanfare. They were simple downloadable cellphone apps to pass the time. But the third “ Karuselo de Sonĝoj kaj Koŝmaroj ” (Esperanto for Carousel of Dreams and Nightmares) caught on like wild fire. It was available on all consoles and as a PC game.
Basically, players took on the persona of a character they created in a world much like the modern one except supernatural creatures ‘hid in plain sight’ the world over. You could play using one of the story lines that ranged from just surviving as whatever you chose to be in the real world to fighting for your life (or unlife) against evil organizations, despots alien invasions, you name it. You also had the option to place your character and stats into the online community where users were basically making up the story as they went along.
At one point a player with an avatar that was vampire lord disguised as a Dictator had successfully invaded several countries (real and fictional) on the network. They were toppled by an alliance of nations and communities that didn’t like the way things were going. The leader of the revolution? Tucker himself.
Of course no one knew that. They only knew a powerful wizard with technopathic powers, TechnoMagus Prime, had organized them. He had a good reason though. Apparently, Technus decided that Karuselo was as close to world conquest as he would get so he hijacked the game. The major clue was his character's tendency to rant about his plans in a high pitched nasally voice. That and his name, Count Techula. Yeah, so very lame but so very Technus.
Techula's reign lasted 8 months. WWIII had taken been waged in cyberspace. It involved aerial squadrons of Valkyries dog fighting flying beasts and throwing lightening. Seal teams made up of sea monsters able to take chunks out of water crafts with their claws and mouths. Demon storm troopers that were often living tanks bulldozing across the terrain. And, to prove the game was fun for all ages, fairy princess assassins were seen briefly by their targets before having a sparkly wand shoved into their skulls or being blown to hell by pyroclastic fairy dust. All manner of others (human and beast) were also kicking ass and taking names. The whole thing took less time to squash than it took Hitler to march across the whole of Europe to England in WWII.
Tucker’s MMORPG kicked Doom off the map with better game play and cheaper software (with some credit to Count Techudork for making things interesting); eventually buying out the company. He recently got his picture in Forbes as part of the Young Millionaire’s Club at age 21. It had been widely speculated that TechnoMagus Prime was really one of Amity's new heros, Daemon*, because the gaunlets he wears in battle look and function like TMP's in the game; shooting electric and electromagnetic 'hexes'.
His uniform consisted of a green and black hooded cloak, obscuring his face, covering a plain black tee and pants that had alternating bands of green and black up the legs. He wore plain white sneakers. His glauntlets looked suspiciously like the Ghost Gauntlets except they bore a black Pegasus with a pole going through it, his company's logo. Cloth covered every inch of his skin but green eyes glowed under the hood.
Jazz gained her Psychology Doctorate and soon after seemed to vanish for weeks on end. Turns out she was traveling both worlds learning techniques not taught at the university. Namely meditation and the manipulation of psychic energies. She encountered both Nocturne and Spectra in her travels and had two very different experiences.
She met the dream ghost first. At first Nocturne was furious to see the Spectre Speeder inside the borders of his new domain within the ghost zone, the Temple of Morpheus. It was the place where dreams from the human world were able to permeate into the zone albeit on a much less potent level. He was still severely weakened by his last fight with Phantom and by association her.
But when he recognized the change in her status (namely her new power level), common sense kicked in and he bowed to her. At first she was just tired of trekking; confused by his actions and just too exhausted to care at the time. It took a while (and some much needed sleep) for her to understand that many ghosts, despite their obsession, have a sense of self preservation when faced with beings more powerful than them. It’s the reason many ghosts could be classified as minions; doing the bidding of more powerful entities. By then, she had had an idea.
Jazz asked him if he would be willing to use his abilities for something helpful. Good dreams provided him power and nightmares were absolutely useless. So, why not help insure people have good dreams by way of dream therapy? Jazz subscribed to the belief that dreams were the key to understanding the mind. That many psychological issues manifest there and do harm. Her solution was to explore a patient’s dreams and help them work through the voices telling them to burn the neighbor's cat or the depression so deep there is no joy in things they once loved.
She was not naive enough to believe all mental problems could be solved or treated this way but she was sure enough could be. She also knew she would have to figure out a way to structure her research and present the findings in a manner that did not reveal the fact that she was basically a psychic witch with a ghost servant that fed on dreams. Better to cross that bridge when she came to it.
After some further discussion, the dream ghost expressed his desire to be in the human realm once again. He pledged his services to her and she told him to stay out of trouble; she would return soon.
Spectra, on the other hand, tried to feed on her secret doubts and fears the instant she saw her. Ones about being a good psychologist and controlling her new psychic abilities. Not to mention her fear of never marrying or doing so only to end up like her aunt Alicia. A brilliant, divorced doctor living in the ass crack of America to hide from her pain. Her recent break up with her college steady didn't help either.
The result was predictable, Jazz took on her battle form. In a flash, her hair turned sea-foam green, taking on a more wild appearance. Her eyes became a brighter blue and her skin as pale as snow. A form fitting dark blue dress with frayed hem and sleeves and a blue gem at the navel much like depictions of banshees replaced her shirt and jeans. A gossamer veil the same color as the dress covered her face, held in place by a silver band around her head dotted with blue gems. She wore no shoes and appeared to have no weapons whatsoever.
Until Spectra send Bertrand at her and both were consumed by blue flames. She also could cause unbearable pain inside the mind without physical attack and trap her enemies within dream spheres forcing them to sleep. She was still quite uncomfortable with her ability to hypnotize and control others. She didn't have a problem leaving the emotion succubus in her shriveled form and terrified of closing her eyes near the Far Frozen, though.
Needless to say, word spread that if you value your after life, DO NOT piss off Phantom’s big sister, Lady Psyphire**.
Valerie had a harder time than the others because her father knew more about the things she did than her friends' folks. He was horrified when Phantom phased her limp form into their living room five years ago.
The ghost boy told him that her alter ego would have to die if he wanted her to have a shot at a normal life. Desmond, who was still overwhelmed by Phantom holding his daughter, barely heard anything he said beyond 'she'll wake up in a few hours'.
Mr. Grey was also stunned by him sitting on the floor of her room and playing games on cell phone until she awoke. Since when did ghosts have smartphones? Why did he care so much about what happened to his daughter, the girl actively trying to vaporize him for the last 2 years?
Val came too to find her father concealing the small ectogun she'd made him promise to hold onto under the back of his shirt and eying Phantom warily. He was so relieved when she sat up but still confused when her first action was to clock the ghost boy with a pillow and scream at him about 'no warning at all'. So it's no suprise whatsoever that when white rings moved across his body revealing Daniel Fenton, he just passed out. Valerie and Danny played fruit ninja for the thirty minutes he was out knowing he'd be okay.
Of all the ghost fighters in Amity, Valerie was the only one who's life the bad guys knew nothing about. It was only a matter of time before her dual identity was exposed. But if she became a ghost, no one would connect her and Valerie Grey if Grey was still alive and well. They carefully omitted the part about his baby girl being immortal now. She would tell him once she felt he was ready to know. Or she had to explain why something fatal didn’t kill her. Whichever occurred first. For now, the story was she had been involved in a battle near Axiom Labs and got sprayed with goop that gave her powers. Phantom found her and brought her home. As brilliant a man as Desmond Grey was, he fell prey to the same lack of observational (and deductive) skills as everyone else in town and bought the story.
The next day, while evacuating a sheet metal factory under attack, the Huntress was seen entering the building to look for trapped civilians but didn’t get out before the whole place went up in smoke. That night, a spirit dressed in red was seen emerging from the debris. It was assumed the ghost huntress' drive caused her to become the very thing she hunted. Still calling herself Red Huntress, her battle uniform changed dramatically.
Her helmet was replaced by high tech goggles that let her retain the helmet's functions. Her clothes came to resemble Jean Grey in the X3 movie. To keep up the guise of being a ghost, her skin took on a bluish hue, her hair became jet black. She developed the ability to create maelstrom traps, spirals of red wind that immobilized her opponents. She could also control air in general, causing gale force winds capable of slicing through reinforced steel. It had been speculated that in time she could develop the same powers as Vortex. The Huntress still preferred her guns though; but now they no longer needed charging. Her core powered them.
It was easier explaining to her father that she didn’t want to leave town to go to college. She reasoned she could learn the same stuff at Amity Park Community College for far less money. He wanted her close to home anyway. She chose Criminal Justice as her degree program, aspiring not to become an officer but Forensic Scientist. When she began interning for the APPD crime lab, she ran into another problem; she would leave a duplicate in the lab while she went to help with the ghost of the day. The problem you ask? Well...
The first few times she tried it were train wrecks. Controlling two bodies doing two vastly different things was much harder than anticipated. The Red Huntress got tossed about like a rag-doll while duplicate Valerie broke test tubes, walked into walls and spilled chemicals all over the place resulting in a fair share issues. She couldn’t concentrate on either situation. So, she asked Vlad/Oidhche to help her get used to it.
He explained in no uncertain terms that this would be a grueling process for her simply because she was not born with a predisposition for her abilities like he and Danny/Nikkou. They started slow, having both original and duplicate do simple things like walking, writing jumping and lifting things at the same time. Gradually, he had one complete one of these tasks while the other did a different one at the same time. After six months the Red Huntress could put the hurt on ghostly goons while duplicate Valerie carefully examined evidence. Of course, spending time at Ebedi’s palace where time does not pass the same way, sped up her development. It was about then Mr. Grey got the call that he was much in demand as Dalv Co. Securities.
Sam surprised no one by becoming an activist for the environment. She became known as Black Thorn in Amity and her appearance was simply an older version of the form she took when Undergrowth possessed her. Without the controlling vines or the psychotic brain scramble. The color scheme changed a bit too. Only the right glove and the studded band on her left thigh were green. Everything else was black, hence her name. Her powers obvious.
Sam maintained that her costume choice was the same as Bruce Wayne's choice of a bat for his suit. Her experience with the plant spirit had scarred her deeper than anyone knew. She had been violated by a supernatural representation of something she loved and sought to protect. As a result she often had nightmares about becoming 'daughter' again. Surprisingly, it was her Nana who helped her most, even though Sam was unsure just how much the elderly daredevil knew for sure.
Nana Manson told her grandchild that she had always reminded her of fairy tales her own grandmother used to tell about the Rusalki, the sprites that kept nature in harmony. Lovely young maidens that live in the lakes, the trees, the mountains. They brought the rains and caused crops to grow; according to Slavic folklore. She always knew Sam was special and would go on to do things others could only dream of. Nana Manson had noticed how the plants inside the mansion grew better the closer they were to her room. It was the reason the plucky old gal had the garden placed on the same side of their estate as her nursery and moved again when Sam was 5 and too big for her old room.
"Once you let fear grab you by the boccie balls bubelah, it's hard to shake it off. What you got to do is swing that mallet God gave you for all you're worth. It's the only way to win "
Her metaphors were always unique but hard to misunderstand. It didn't surprise Sam that after the skiing accident the winter she turned 18, her Nana passed on instead of remaining as a ghost. But she does have the most interesting bush of rainbow colored roses framing her head stone.
Sam's name had been in the media for protesting drilling in wild life reserves and lobbying Washington to "stop taking bribes, get off your lazy asses and make careless polluter clean up their acts." She had even managed to strong arm Masters into beginning to go green. Well that's what the papers reported anyhow. It was sort of true.
She needed help with a petition to stop one of his competitors from building an offshore oil rig in the middle of a reef system. She was a few lines of red tape away from having the area declared a protected zone. It was harder because it sat 20 miles off the coast of the dirt poor island nation of Koalut*** in the south Pacific. The natives saw an economic boon, to hell with the consequences.
Masters offered the people (who's gross domestic income was less than 4000 dollars per capita annually) a way to farm better and allow the nation’s desert and 4 unoccupied rock islands to be used for solar and wind power collection. The the offer stalled the Koalutians long enough for the reef to become a no drill zone. Having lost the original offer Koalut became the first nation powered 85% by green energy. The other 15% simply had no electricity.
Her activities took her globe trotting but only after promising her parents that she would keep up with online college courses. It was very awkward to keep up with given the different timezones and occasional connectivity issues. But she was nearly done with her environmental sciences major.
The Fentons were at first highly alarmed by the appearance of four more omega level entities in their town. Jazz and Danny decided that they should tell them who they were because both of their children were involved. It was probably more because there had been a few issues with control and fear of injuring the hunters on accident. They all gathered at FentonWorks (minus Vlad who was in Japan) and transformed in front of Jack and Maddie last year.
Instantly, they were convinced the five of them were possessed. They threw every anti ghost weapon they had at them in hopes of setting them free. They had very little effect, seeing as they were not actually ectoplasmic manifestations, only pretending to be. The scientists/hunters were half way through their arsenal in before anyone had a chance to talk. Which only happened as a result of somebody wanting to be anywhere but there at the time.
Daemon got bored with the whole situation 30 minutes in and simply let loose an EM pulse causing all technology in the entire house to stop functioning briefly. All he said was said “Call me when it’s over.”, before teleporting into Karuselo; not giving Black Thorn or Red Huntress the chance to strangle him. Lady Psyphire pinched her veil where the bridge of her nose was and Danny briefly wondered why he didn’t think of that first.
The atmosphere was still tense and uneasy even after they agreed to discuss the situation because...
a) They had no way to prove they weren’t ghosts, that they didn’t possess anyone, or that ghosts weren’t all evil. Why? Tucker had demonstrated that they could effect the equipment, rendering any testing subject to suspicion. Thanks Tuck. Thanks a lot.
b) Evidence from seven years ago still gave some credit to the issue of Phantom’s Public Enemy status...even though the only ones who still cared about it were just the Goons in White and the Fentons. Long ago, many had decided they’d rather have occasional property damage from a ghost that ‘might be’ evil fighting one they ‘knew’ was evil and would take over otherwise.
It would take until the present for the two to understand that without these entities their town, hell their world, would have ceased to be long ago. It wasn’t all sun shine and rainbows though. Phantom still got shot at once and a while when he appeared on the scene. Which Jack would immediately justify with “Force of habit!”.
Maddie became obsessed with trying to determine good, bad, and neutral ghosts by their energy signature. She would test out her inventions on the usually unsuspecting crew. Just what a tired hero wants! Painful surprises when the latest do-hickey couldn’t figure out what they were.
Sylphine and Chainey just vanished right after balance was restore day five years ago. Her mission complete, it was assumed she could finally rest and return to her loved ones. They all wished them the best of luck.
In the end, everyone learned that things were the way they were and would merely require getting used to. Period.
…
What?
You thought I was going to say something different? That things were all peachy keen and would be forever more?
Silly rabbit. Happily ever afters are for kids.
Back to Danny’s urgency to get where he was going.
He reached the front gates of Axiom Labs and completed a retina scan to gain entry. Once inside, he proceed down a hall way that looked more like a dungeon the further along he went. Stopping at a large door, he took the clipboard from the slot on the adjoining wall and glanced over it while the security system scanned his entire body.
“Authorized, Nikkou. Access Granted.” a computer voice droned.
The new room was quite large. To his right, a large glass window. Beyond it, were two empty beds. To the left, there was enough lab equipment and computers to make a scientist drool. In the center were two metal tables outfitted with numerous belts and straps. Both were occupied by shaking forms. Two men with unkempt black hair and yellow eyes wide with fear. Leather gags with bits inside to keep them from biting their own tongues off silenced their cries.
“My my we have a busy day today. RT3 trials for Parkinson's just wrapped up so this month’s agenda is....side effects of prolonged exposure.” Danny murmured tossing the chart on to a nearby table.
“Don’t bother with pleasantries dear brother. They don’t seem to be in the mood.” Vlad chuckled from somewhere near a console in the back.
“Hmm. Well I’m not in the mood to gather boring data. I’d rather have a basic biology lesson.”
Daniel Fenton, all around good guy and hero, approached the two men pushing a cart covered in horrifying implements straight out of the SAW movies.
“It hurts to know that you belong here doesn’t it Gozlemek? Kayit?” He asked innocently as he tied on a smock and slipped on gloves.
“This nightmare you don’t get to wake up from.” Vlad smirked. He had already anticipated they day’s activities and dressed accordingly. “Wasn’t it nice of father to allow you to retain your eternal life? Well, most of it anyhow? Now, I wonder, wonder how long would the human lungs would take to stop functioning if placed outside the chest cavity without severing any connections?”
“And I wonder the same about the heart. Let’s find out.”
The sound of two splash guards clicking into the locked position, tools whirring to life, and agonized screams never made it beyond the mysterious door.
*I’m a linebreak! Beware!**I’m a linebreak! Beware!**I’m a linebreak! Beware!*
Far away, in another universe, the Man of Steel was trying to protect his super sensitive eardrums from his lovely fiance's screeching. And failing.
“I can’t believe this! Is it true?! How could you?! As far as I’m concerned, you deserved that arrow to the chest!” Lois Lane had just been freed from a cloaked maniac holding her hostage. At least that’s what the League thought when they sent Superman to Metropolis Harbor with Green Lantern and Black Canary as support against the unknown villain.
In the resulting battle, a bizarre arrow made of energy pierced his chest and for a brief moment, he heard his own heart stop. The man escaped into a black portal leave three confused heroes alone with an pissed instead of grateful ace reporter.
“Ms. Lane-” John tried to get her to at least tone it down a bit. Bad idea. She simply began to scream at him.
“Shut up! You’re no better and I wasn’t talking to you! Got something to say Blondie?”
Black Canary held up her hands in defeat not wishing to be involved.
“Lois what it the problem? That man kidnapped you and you’re mad at us for saving you?” Superman asked as calmly as he could. He would've sworn he saw steam come out of the woman’s ears.
“Us my ass! It’s just you Clark! Sagittarius and I had a nice long chat complete with visual aides. He wasn’t going to hurt me, just give me an exclusive. You better pray I calm down before I decide to print this for real or worse show your mother! ”
The angry woman threw a rolled up newspaper at him and stormed past her two other saviors.
It was a mock up of an issue to be printed. On the front page was a picture of Superman standing valiantly. Side by side with a picture of a clearly angst ridden Conner. The article was continued on page A4. The headline caused his eyes to bulge out comically.
LAST SON OF KRYPTON REJECTS OWN FLESH AND BLOOD! SUPER HERO OR DEADBEAT DAD?
*I’m a linebreak! Beware!**I’m a linebreak! Beware!**I’m a linebreak! Beware!*
Ha! I’m done. Longest chapter! Love it? Hate it? Tell me please!That last blurb was just a teaser folks. Hoped you all enjoyed the ride. Stay tuned for Parallels coming soon. In the meantime, please read A Mother’s Love for a bit more about the sequel. Sirensoundwave out!
* A daemon is a program that runs silently in the background until triggered by another event or processes to act. Viral daemons can be introduced undetected onto a computer by piggybacking on otherwise safe emails or login portals.
** pyschic + sapphire ; Jazz seems like Lady material to me.
*** made it up, made it up, made it up, up, up...
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