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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.

Chapter List
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Thanks a bunch to everyone who reviewed or is following this fic. I still don't have spellcheck but I have gotten acess to a computer with WordPad while at work so uploading is better. Still I need something on my phone to upload with. I call it a phone but I spend what, 10 minutes a day talking on it. Any thoughts? Hell, all I really need it to do is convert Thinkfree or Kingsoft files into something can recognize. Okay, chapter one has been re-editted and I fixed the summary. Chapter's a bit short I know. Three will be longer, I promise.Disclaimer: Too lazy, figure it out.

Chapter 2
Let's start a riot...a riot
So...booored...
Sam supressed a yawn as their science teacher, Mr. Dane, droned on about something or other. It wasn't that she didn't care, he was just so bad at keeping anyone's attention. The class ace (*cough* nerd *cough*) Reanna was spacing out and desperately trying not to face plant onto her desk. The goth girl couldn't even remember what he was talking about. She glanced at the clock as the slide clicked and changed.
10:12...exactly the same time it was the last time I looked.
That had felt like ages ago. Time sure comes to a screeching halt when youre bored to tears.
So, she decided to think about the conversation they had last week; the superman thing.She didn't really agree with Tucker that Phantom was the real Danny. Still, she'd spent a few hours looking into it that weekend. Why? Because despite evidence to the contrary, the techno addict did occasionally make valid points on some very deep issues. And this was one such time. Since the incident with his future self, Danny had been kinda off. Well more off than usual.
Hoping that the halfa would open up to his friends, she hadn't mentioned how he'd changed since getting his powers. Sam noticed her best friend used to be wiped out after a battle but that suddenly it would pass after spending some time with her and Tucker. Or anybody really. It was unnerving because the worse Danny seemed at first, the worse she felt by the time they parted ways. Part of her research had been on ghosts in general. One site in particular stood out.
Ghosts ,like all beings, need nurishment. This usually takes the form of emotions such as despair, fear, anger or any type of excitement humans may feel. Some have even been known to subsist on positive emotions such as joy and laughter. However, the more powerful the spectre, the greater their hunger. It is not unheard of for victims of hauntings to experience extreme fatigue without explanation. Some have been drained to death.
That had been enough to cause her to spray soda all over the laptop.
Dash almost died the day he was found comatose in the gym. He'd claimed a ghost took Danny's likeness and jumped him. He knew it couldn't be his favorite punching bag because it pinned him to the floor behind the bleachers. It sat on his chest, holding his arms out to the side. That and the glowing red eyes.
"You'll do. He can't stand you anyway. Hmph, I'm not that impressed either. Now be a good boy and scream for me." whatever it was hissed in his ear. Fear overrode him and Dash's brain shut down. He needed no further prompting when it got an inch from his face and grinned revealing very sharp teeth Fenton definitely didn't have.
He did most logical thing given the situatuion; thrashed and screamed bloody murder. The doctors said it was such a violent but useless struggle that his entire torso was bruised black as were his arms in mirrored areas. All the while the thing on top of him smiled. After what felt like an eternity, the jock's throat began to feel raw and spots danced before his eyes. How long had he yelled? He vaguely remembered a door open. Maybe it was closing. By then, he was too tired to really be sure. The creature frowned before sealing it's lips over his. His skin crawled when it shoved it's tongue down his throat.
Then it started to suck and...lights out. Being french kissed by an energy sucking monster disguised as the weakest person he knew was the last thing he could recall before waking up in the hospital a week later. As soon as he could move, the very first thing he did was brush his teeth till his tongue bled. Totally understandable.
The school was on lock down for 3 days until the Fentons and the GIW declared it all clear.The football star told anyone who would listen about his near death experience. It changed a bit each time but the general course of events was the same. He got jumped and almost eaten alive. That meant nothing though. Dash was, well, Dash and both groups of ghost hunters were sadly lacking in ability to actually catch a ghost. Hurt and torture yes but they always got away in the end. Besides, how many times had bad guys impersonated Danny and/or Phantom? Everytime, the culprit had red eyes. Same old, same old right?
Right?
Sam found herself briefly doubting her own logic then being angry for it. Danny was her friend. He risked his life on a daily basis just so he could be shoved in lockers, ignored by the cool kids and degraded by teachers. He refused to use his powers to gain fame. Okay, he spent most of his time fighting evil ghosts; then trying not to get killed by the GIW, Valerie (aka Red Huntress) and worst of all his parents. All the while knowing that telling his secret might help improve the situation with two out of the three. The keyword being might. The whole 'rip Phantom apart molecule by molecule' thing was kinda iffy. So was the very real possibilty Valerie would blow him away the instant he told her. She understood why he didn't chance it.
But that wasn't the point. She knew for sure that if Danny really wanted to, he could lay them all to waste in a heart beat. She had seen it in his potential. And the future that never was. For that reason she believed he would always do what what was necesary in order to protect his loved ones, his town and his dimension even at cost to himself. But what exactly did necessary mean? Where do you draw the line between necessary and immoral? After all in the reality of the Justice Lords, that's what sparked their iron fist approach. The need to protect and prevent the innocent from being harmed. On that note, what dimension did Danny consider his anyway? He really didn't fit into the Ghost Zone or the Living World. Damn you Tucker!
So she spent the next two days in a funk, even blowing off their plans to seen a meteor shower Sunday night. She told them she had some bad hummus dip and could get out of bed, Now here she was in science class on Monday morning. Confused, conflicted and slowly being lulled into a vegetative state by an man who was under paid and knew it.
10:13...seriously? That internal musing had to have taken five minutes at least!
She glanced around at her classmates. She shared this class with the cause of her current headache but not Tucker because he had study hall right now. Lucky bastard. She sighed and attempted to listen again. Soon though, the lesson wouldn't be the most likely to knock her out. Literally.
"Shut up! God you're like the most boring person ever! My ears are bleeding!" Paulina began to mutter none too softly, her Sayonara Pussycat pencil snapping in her clenched fist. The kid behind her was drawing on desk. But he was pressing so hard, wood shaving were curling around his fingers.
Sam's eyes widened. The ice bitch gave off a red aura like an anime fighter powering up. So did four eyes behind her. The glow was hopscotching to everyone including Dane replacing boredom with unbridled fury. Wait, why did it skip her?
Sam had about five seconds to duck when a she caught a blur heading right at her in her periphrial. The object turned out to be a calculator thrown by somebodythat beaned a cheerleader in the face. And just like that all hell broke loose.
"You loser!" the girl whirled around and punched the nearest person. Guess who? As she put up her arm to block and return the punch, something yanked her down to the ground, then under her desk. So the punch got Kwan instead. She didn't have time to process her new position before the same force pulled her backward and to the far wall just as the jock tackled the cheeleader and they hit the floor where her head would have been an instant before. The wall met the back of her skull with a sickening thud and the world tilted. It didn't change what she saw though. She wished it had.
The whole class had gone from borderline brain dead zombies to battle royale participant melee in a flash. The teacher had even thrown the projector at a group to busy trying to beat each other sensless by the door to notice. About an inch from the back of Reanna's head it seemed to bounce back and harmlessly smash into expensive pieces on the floor. This only angered the man and he searched for another weapon. He looked up, heavy model of earth in hand, just in time to get two pieced by another student. It was storta funny, except for the blood. Everbody was screaming and attacking anyone at arm's length or throwning distance.
Searching for Danny, she spotted him at his desk seemlingly unaware of the chaos. He was biting his lower lip, eyes lidded as if in a daze. He turned to her slowly. No black pupils. No blue irises. Only a pair of blood red sclera gazed at her and she shivered. Those eyes narrowed and Danny, or what ever that was, rested his chin on the back of his hands, elbows propped up on the desk like he was deep in thought. He mouthed something to her and smirked.
Nighty-night my dark angel.
Then her vision was consumed by red fabric as letterman jacket covered back slammed her into the wall once more. She was now pinned beneath a unconcious Kwan. 'Fuck your're heavy!' her mind screamed. She couldn't move. Or, more importantly breathe!Then angered screams and the sound of shoved desks and chairs bled away into silence, the class room fading to black. A light chuckle following her into forced sleep.

So how was part two? Good I hope! Read and review. Each chapter will have a theme that is expressed as a song lyric or title in the begining. Just something I added while listening to Pandora radio as I typed this.
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