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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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Hey. I noticed this story has had major traffic but few reviews. I plan on at least 8 chapters and possibly a sequel. Since the pool of human DP characters with at least 100 IQ points is a bit shallow, there will be OCs but in background capacity. Feel free to submit names, I'm kinda bad at that when the person only shows up a few times. Or dies before they get much time.
Chapter one's song is of course Kryptonite by 3 Doors Down. Chapter two is Riot by Three Days Grace. Next up: Sad But True by Metallica.

Chapter 3
I'm your truth, telling lies
I'm your reasons, alibis
I'm inside open your eyes
I'm you
Sad but true
Wha...what is up with that light?
A guy was holding open his right eye, shining a small flashlight into it. Searing the poor boy's retina like a laser.
"Another concussion. What the hell happened to you kids? Hey, do you know what happened in here? Remember anything at all?" The man gently helped him sit up.
What did happen? I showered then I got dressed for school. Mom made french toast and bacon. Mmm bacon.
After that, this guy was in his face. That's not right. He was propped up against a wall at school. When did he get here? How? Well the answer to his question was definitely no.
"No."
Glass was everywhere. The blackboard was cracked, pieces of it on the floor. There were bent chairs and split desks--nothing was upright. Kids were strewn about , paramedics kneeling over them checking vitals. Several kids were bleeding...did a bomb go off or something?
Or something. Heh, heh.
Not you. You’re not real! His eyes grew wide at that laugh. The voice was back.
Really Danny you’re being juvenile. You know I’m real. I’m the part of you you won’t except but nevertheless exists. The part keeping you alive.
Alive how?
We need to feed Danny. Pretending won’t make the hunger go away. Skimming off of your friends is fine on occasion but that isn’t going to cut it long term. Unless you want them dead. That pesky headache is gone, don’t you feel energized now? Your whole body stopped feeling numb didn’t it?
Oh my god! You did this?!
We did. You have a choice; get humans to generate energy or take what they have. Twenty-four brawlers or twenty-four corpses were the options since we were in danger of passing out. Again. Aggression is one of the stronger emotions with the least amount of work to get. Fear’s good too. That blonde idiot was very satisfying last month wasn’t he?
This isn’t happen--
“Gah!” the mental freak out was upstaged by a burning sensation on his forehead.
“Kid calm down. Looks like you caught that chair with your face. You’re gonna have one hell of a shiner and some lumps tomorrow. Don’t sleep on your left side.” the man said as he bandaged Danny’s head.
He’d done this. It was horrifying yet...somewhat thrilling. His powers were growing. He could now do something kind of like overshadowing without having to be inside the person. Control their emotions. And it was over way more than one person...

That’s it Danny, it’s okay to be excited about a new power; especially if it saves your ass. It’s not exactly control though, more like strong nudging. You tipped over a domino and watched it knock down others in its own way. Emotions can’t be completely controlled. Well, not yet.
How do you know this? If you’re really me you shouldn’t have to tell me. You sound like that twisted bastard Dan, how do I know this isn’t a trick or hallucination?
I won’t have to if you just get over yourself. All ghosts instinctively know what they need to survive, how to use their powers and don’t whine about how wrong it is. Since you refuse, here I am. I’m still you and I’m not going away. Deal with it.
Danny was vaguely aware that he had been moved into an ambulance during his arguement with the voice. Sam was already there, trying to get a female EMT to stop with the oxygen mask.
“I’m fine! That oaf just suffocated me when he got knocked out.”
“Young lady you were without oxygen for some time, just relax.” the woman sighed.
“I said--!” she glanced at Danny and stopped flailing.
SNAP! A little plastic mask was placed over her still mouth
“There now. Just breathe dear. You’ve got a friend here now so we can leave.”
Danny couldn’t take the look in her eyes. Fear shined there, not acerbic wit or confidence. Violet echoing of unease and dread looked at him then at the floor. She drew her knees up to her chest and turned away. The halfa felt his heart drop as the ambulance lurched forward.
She’d seen him do what ever it was. No. She saw that thing in his head hurting people to absorb their rage and pain. What was happening to him? How was he going to fix this?!
Not this again. Fine. I’ll just go back to sleep. We’re set for a while anyway so there’s no need to be awake. Remember that if you want to keep me quiet, all you have to do is take care of yourself.
“Sam, I don’t know what happened. Honest. I don’t even remember getting to school this morning.” he said with earnest. It was only half a lie.
“Danny...our whole class is in the hospital. I know you kept us from getting too badly hurt. I saw the projector bounce off of Deanna like rubber. I know you drug me around like a doll but everyone has severe exhaustion. Why are you doing this? How could you do this to them? How did you?” she whispered so the other occupant could hear. “You keep hiding things from Tucker and I. How long have you had that ability?”
“I don’t know! I’m sorry. I can’t control it, I’ve tried but it gets worse every time. I need help but there’s no one to turn to. I can’t just say I’ve got a sweet tooth for human energy. I’ll be killed or committed.” he sighed. He couldn’t lie to her anymore. What would be the point? She’d seen it. There was no way to make twenty three comatose kids, one comatose teacher and one warzone of a classroom vanish.
Still that wasn’t entirely true. He was pretty sure of at least one person who knew what he was going through. The fruit loop was that last person he wanted to know about his situation. Somehow though, Danny was certain he already did. That he was just waiting for the confused half dead boy to come running to him in desperation.
Fuck. My life is falling apart and it’s all my fault.

So how am I doing? Suggestions are welcome too. The chapters are coming faster than I thought. Hint, Chapter four’s header will be from Shinedown. It’s halfway done and will be twice as long as this one. Til next time. Sirensoundwave out.
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