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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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Please let me know how I can make this better guys. After all, this is sort of a proving ground for me, I have a dream to one day publish an original book (or two ^_^). This story is something that's been rattling around my head since the show ended. Why not start with something I know pretty well? This will drive me nuts if I don't finish. The writing process is all about improving. No improvement comes from standing still and moping.
Don't fret, Fans of Foley, he hasn't been forgotten. I do have a reason for writing the first chapters like I did, you’ll see. I like him and yes,he is very much underrated in the fandom.
Here's chapter four, lead into by Shinedown's Save Me.

Chapter 4
I can hardly remember the look of my own eyes
How can I love this
A life so dishonest
It made me compromise?
With nearly thirty victims of one mysterious incident the ER was hectic to say the least. Parents had stormed the place demanding answers. It's perfectly normal for a parent to be upset and impatient when answer aren't clear regarding their precious children. The doctors understood and just accepted it. Though some with behaved with a tad more histrionics than others.
Mr. Sanchez wanted to know why his delicate angel was on a cot in the hallway. The hallway! In plain view, being contaminated by any diseased wretch that happened to amble by. Really, all the people taking up space in rooms couldn't possibly be in as dire straits as his daughter.
Her beautiful skin, bleached white as a sheet. Around her face resembled a raccoon, dark and banded from ear to ear. Lovely green eyes now stared blankly at the ceiling with a glazed over look. Now truly a doll, Paulina couldn't move on her own. Couldn't respond to her father's presence in any way. She was a far cry from the heart breaker of Casper High.
The Mansons were in Milan on a romantic get away. Nana, with her skydiving group in Rio. An argument broke out over the timing. Mr. Manson had been under the impression his mother was going to watch Sam. Mrs. Manson accused her husband of getting her hopes up as the 'best Europe's fashion world had to offer' would be unveiled that week. She had to see it first! The clever old gal had set the trip up at the same time so Sam had a chance to prove she wouldn't burn the mansion down if left alone for a week. For god sakes she was nearly 16!
As soon as the maid notified them they all hopped on private jets and would be home by sundown. The runway and open skies took a backseat to the only Manson heir.
She wasn't alone though.
"You look way better than everybody else. Even Danny's getting stitched up. this must have been one bad ghost." Tucker flopped down in the chair by her bed.
He managed to sneak out in the chaos shortly after the wrecked classroom was discovered. School was once again crawling with 'experts' but this time Tucker noticed police there too. Since the mayor kidnapping fiasco, the cops were more content to take a backseat to the heebie-jeebie pros if it was clearly not a human criminal. What the hell were they doing there?
He stuck around long enough to see that the Goons in White leave after announcing the situation bore no ectoplasmic signature. Mr and Mrs Fenton were harder to convince. As far as he knew they were still combing the school with the Fenton Finder 2.5 enhanced to seek out actual ghosts and ectoplasmic 'fingerprints' of ghosts long gone.
Sam didn't say anything in response. Her legs swung lazily over the side of the bed for a bit before she kicked them out and got to her feet. Tucker couldn't remember Sam Manson ever looking so... lost.
"Tuck, it was a ghost but...it was Danny. He did this."
Tucker raised a brow at that. She couldn't be serious. Yeah she had to be joking. Danny's a good guy.
The way she found the floor more interesting than his reaction made him uncomfortable. Sam's jokes weren't like that. They were more edgy and clever. Less likely to make you question her sanity.
"I’ll explain I just...I just gotta get out of this place." Leaving no room for objection the goth girl grabbed him and off they went. With ninja stealth they evaded staff and made it to the main hospital lobby. It smelled less like disinfectant and wasn't full of worried family members. The duo blended in while Sam recounted her suspicions, what she saw and what he had told her in the ambulance. Tucker let her ramble , she needed to vent. Who elseI could she talk to? The more she told him the more if her he could see remind him of a little girl. Scared and vulnerable. This was too surreal.
"Say something!" She finally demanded having run out of things to say. He steeled himself and drew in a calm even breath. He had to at least seem like he had it together. The grounded one of the group was a step away from bawling her eyes out.
You can do this Foley. He thought to himself. Have your usual neurotic overraction later, Sam needs you. She's always savin' your ass, return the favor.
"Sam I think, I think that Danny needs help. It sounds like he can't control this craving for energy. That site you found basically said he needs it." he turned to her putting a hand on her shoulder."I think he's trying so hard to deny it that subconsciously his body is doing what it has to just to keep from wasting away. If that's true there has to be a way to live with it. Vlad looks pretty healthy for a 40 something guy who’s half dead." Foley afforded her a chuckle and prayed that it didn't sound forced.
Sam was quiet again and they walked the rest of the way to the parking lot in silence. Hoping that the rare display of cool worked the be-speckled boy was grateful for the pause and allowed himself to deflate ever so slightly. If they didn’t stop talking, he wasn’t too sure he could stay positive. For all they knew, Masters had several employees who just never went home one day over the years. What was the missing person rate in cheese country anyway?
Back in the center ring of the circus, Jazz sat with Danny. They too had been talking. Rather he had been sullenly recalling the last few months and she tried her best to be comforting. She knew her parents idea of looking out for them was tracking down and destroying the cause of the situation. It was just how they were. Once she told them Danny wasn’t a zombie, they told her to stay with him. It was better that they weren’t there though. At least right now.
"Danny your body is changing in more ways than one. This, well... problem could be the result of stress or a kind of ghost puberty."
"Jazz, there's a voice in my head telling me horrible things that sounds a lot like my evil future self. I caused my class to loose their fucking minds and nearly kill each other to so I could absorb the energy they released. I couldn't stop. All I could think about how good it felt, the rush it gave me. Sam-- oh shit she saw everything! She thinks I’m a monster!" Danny's grip on the sheets tightened. The sound of threads tearing was over shadowed by the sound of hyperventilating. Incoherent babbling spouted from her brother like water from a tap.
"Wait she's awake? You mean she didn’t go all Mortal Kombat?" Jazz perked up at that. How had he left it out?Maybe whatever this was Danny had fought it. It was something small but could be significant. Now all she had to do was get him to slow down. "Danny--"
"I almost killed all those people-"
"Danny calm down--"
"I'm turning into even more of a freak everyday!"
"Take a breath for--"
"Is this how it starts...maybe I do still become him holy sh--!"
POW!
Danny blinked at his sister.
The red head had a vein doing the cha-cha on her forehead and her left eye was doing a great impression of a faulty camera shutter. Tiny fist clenched, arm crossed over the other side of her body. The right side of his face hurt like a bitch.
"You hit me..." He was stunned.
Jazz had hit him before obviously. What siblings didn't get physical with their disagreements sometime? Still that was like when they were playing or just annoyed at the other. It was never with the intent to harm the other. Not badly any how. Right now though the pain in his jaw was probably what it felt like taking that chair to the face that he didn't seem to remember.
"Get over it and calm down! Breathe!” She huffed. That was a bit drastic, she sort of startled herself. Closing her eyes, she smoothed out her hair.”Now, what did Sam say? It's important."
"...she said my eyes were red. That I somehow moved her out of the way but didn't wind her up like everbody else." He paused unsure of his own voice. Danny put his head in his hands mindful of the lumps and the 5 stitches near his left temple. "I swear I don't remember things just feelings. Tired then numb and desperate. Then so good, so high. I don't know what I did after breakfast and before there was some guy burning a hole my brain with a flashlight."
Jazz knew that anytime red eyes were involved it wasn't really Danny. Something had to be controlling him. This voice only strengthen that possibility. He doesn't remember doing anything but he felt the end result. Maybe it's some ghostly parasite using him as a host.
"Danny, I think it's time we talked to someone who knows more about ghostly biology than we do."
"Why Jasmine, I was just about to suggest the very same thing.”

Woohoo! Nearly 2000 words! (Pats self on back). Well, enter the pompous fruitloop. What’s his angle? Find out soon. Next up, David Draiman’s contribution to the Queen of the Damned soundtrack. Sirensoundwave out.
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