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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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Sup. One of my patients passed away this month. So between helping the family with her homegoing and dealing with it myself, I haven't been up to writing for awhile. This chapter was actually finished days ago.
Enough depressing news! Much love to everybody who's been with me so far (^_^). Someone asked why I chose that song for ch 5 and I've been told that I made Vlad kinda creepy. Totally the point. 'Forsaken' is not a cutesy song. It's about the dark connection between two kindred spirits (yeah, pun again...shut up) and being unable to deny it. He did tell Danny that he will eventually have to accept the way things are. This chapter will be more about explainations and introducing an original character.The next chapter will have more action. Linkin Park with Hit The Floor leads the way.
Oh, there is another song hidden in this chapter, and I think it fits quite well. Digital cookies to anyone that finds it and can tell me who sang it. It will be named in a later chapter because technically it is not in lyric format (and I had to alter it to flow like conversation...hint hint). Let’s go!
Disclaimer: Bite me.

Chapter 6
One minute you're up top
[The next you're not] [Watch it drop]
Making your heart stop
[Just before you hit the floor]
One minute you're up top
[The next you're not] [Missed your shot]
Making your heart stop
[You think you won]
And then it's all gone
Valerie sat in the auditorium with the rest of the school scowling. The building was 30 years old ergo, not designed to hold so many students in any one area. The walls and isles were lined with kids unable to get a seat. The overflow reach up and onto the stage leaving a narrow passage for whoever might come to the podium. She herself was on the floor in front of the stage; Mrs. Buscheman's history class was one of the last to arrive. So she had wadded up her orange hoodie and hoped it didn't get too dirty acting as a barrier between the grimey carpet and her new jeans. Being that the maroon carpeting was really supposed to be red, she knew it would have to soak in stain fighter for days.
"Attention students. As you know, there has been an accident in the building and several of your classmates have been hospitalized. Because of the nature of this incident the school and all in it must be quarantined. Do not be alarmed. There is a simple, painless test that must be performed on everyone here before they are permitted to leave." Mr. Zimmerman, the principal cleared his throat. "Those who do not pass the initial screening will remain on campus until they are treated."
Murmurs in stereo sounded from the student body. That would take forever! What does he mean treated? Valerie looked around but every one seemed fine. What kind of disease was this? Pushing those thoughts aside for a moment, she took out her cell phone scanning the local news app.
According to Channel 11, a nut job broke into the restored Axiom Labs and stole an experimental chemical agent called RT3. It was intended as a treatment for types of brain and nerve damage which stemmed from lack of transmission between neurons. Axiom had to deal with the side effects first though. It caused aggressive, violent behavior because it over stimulated the nervous system. So much so that it caused rats to become strong enough to bend the walls of their cages by throwing their bodies at the bars.Then the animals would seize before falling into a coma for days on end before waking up and acting normal. The scary part was that 60% of them died from cerebral hemorrhage shortly after waking up.
She gasped after reading it. What sicko would release something like that into a school?! Dash had his episode almost a month ago...was he some kind of test for something bigger?
The bulletin went onto explain that a counteractive treatment was available but only effective during a 6 hour window after initial exposure. Since symptoms don't show up until after 3 hours, the school was pretty much a MMA cage match waiting to happen. She was so engrossed in the news report that she did not hear the instructions. Nor did she see the invisible figure lightly touching other distracted kids and faculty on the back with a rubber stamper. Then again, it was invisible so no one else noticed either.
Meanwhile, Vlad sat in his limousine lazily sloshing a bit of brandy around his glass. He knew that he probably came off like a depraved bastard to the Fenton kids but he couldn't bring himself to care. Daniel, as he was now, was dangerous. Even to himself. The boy's denial had caused a schism in his psyche. The 'voice' he would hear was nothing more than another persona that was formed from the rejection of his nature as a ghost.
This was bad in so many ways. However the only one that mattered to him was that Danny was equal to if not greater than him in power. The boy's age and lack of experience hindered him in battle though. It seemed the other persona was slowly gaining control. This...other Danny knew exactly how to access abilities the real Danny had only seen other ghosts use. He needed to snap the boy out of it. Fast. Transforming seemed to bring Other Danny front and center.
That had been the purpose of holding him in place. Vlad took a big risk pissing him off like that. The billionaire was lucky Other Danny was restrained by the Real Danny long enough for him to trap the boy. It would seem as though the boy's other side was only strong enough to manifest fully when he was in danger of starving. For the time being at least.
"I wonder..." he downed the last of his drink just as his breast pocket vibrated. He checked the caller ID causing him to scowl. An annoyingly peppy voice chirped out the ringtone.
//Ring ring ring! Ring ring ring! Phone call! Phone call! Ring ring ring! Ring ring ring!//
There was no number only a picture golden butterfly flapping. He certainly hadn't programmed any thing so...irritating or sparkly into the blasted thing. Must have been a bored hacker. He pressed ignore.
The voice stopped and he tossed it aside reaching the decanter. He started to refill just in time for it light up and ring again. This time it displayed a message with the cutesy tone.
(Answer me. Or else)
The message danced across the screen in shimmering rainbow colors complete with smiley emoticons. He knew exactly who it was now.
"What do you want?" Vlad snapped at the caller on the other end.
//Temper, temper.// the caller giggled. //You know exactly what I called for Vladamir.//
Still sounding oh so innocent.
Right. And he was a buttered biscuit.
"I have no desire to deal with you madame. Our business concluded when last we met."
//Awe, going senile on me? Our deal was that I would leave you be only if you stopped trying to mess with the natural order. Skeleton Key,Pariah Dark, ringing any bells?//
"It's the natural order for ghosts to desire power. The same is true of mankind. I simply have the best of both world." His ego faltered a bit at having been called senile.
//No, you're simply a greedy little bastard who will get what he deserves when all is said and done.// Vlad could practically see her twirling one of her many braids as she lilted her voice.
//I'm watching you.//
The line went dead and Masters growled. He hated that woman or whatever she was with a passion. Still a nosy, meddlesome wench.
He met her some years after his own partial death. She claimed to be a Chaos Mage. One who 'facilitates the natural order of the world through chaos'. He had no idea what she meant then nor did he now. Most of what she said made no sense to him. All he could be sure of was she'd been a pain in his ass for nearly two decades. Without her interference, he probably would be the ruler of both worlds by now.
Flashback
Fourteen years ago
"Why do you constantly meddle in my plans?!" 28 year old Plasmius raged, his anger having triggered the transformation. His latest business venture fell through thanks to a pair of golden eyes now leveled at him in a blank stare. A small young woman with long black hair and cafe au lait skin sat on the edge of his desk as if she owned it. Totally unconcerned by the scary looking creature clearly wanting to murder her.
Were he successful, he would now be the head of the nation's largest research laboratory, merging with Paradigm Industries under his own company name Dalv Co. As it stood, he was 15 million short of the bid made by Axiom. Along comes that...that she devil! The trollop posed as the Vice CEO of Axiom knowing exactly what Vlad was able to bid at the time. Her counter bid of 48.5 million dollars sank him like a torpedo.
"Boredom? " golden orbs rolled. "I've told you before, there is no one in this universe to balance you out. Until there is, you're stuck with me. Deal with it. Or..."
"Or?"
"Or we compromise. You stop trying to control every little thing, I stay away. Sound fair?"
"It does. But exactly what constitutes 'controlling every little thing' and 'staying away'. You have a habit of being somewhat vague." And manipulative, irritating, conniving...
"Life is vague. I can't give you all the answers, what kind of test would that be Vladimir? You know right from wrong. Just most of the time you don't really care."
"For once give me a straight answer! These riddles are irksome woman!" He slammed his fist on the desk. His frustration was very apparent. He'd begun to turn an interesting shade of red. "You've been a thorn in my side for 6 years. What the hell do you want from me?!!"
" You'll have an aneurysm if you keep it up. No one person or group regardless of intentions has the right to impose their will on everyone else. Free will makes the world go 'round. It's why utopias never rise and empires always fall." the young girl yawned.
"Aren't your own actions in conflict with what you just said?" Vlad growled . Migraine ahoy.
"Why Vladimir, what ever gave you the notion that was merely a person?" With that, she vanished in a swirl of golden butterflies. He slammed his head onto the mahogany desk in exasperation.
Present
She drove him to drink. She had a knack for showing her face just long enough to screw him over before disappearing like nothing happened. What she did never had any rhyme or reason; getting her to tell him anything useful was like pulling teeth. Usually his own.
But he hadn't heard that giggle since that day. Over the last few years his pursuits had escalated beyond a mere hostile takeover without a peep from the little witch. So he pretty much forgot about her.
What does she want now?
The glass was forgotten as he drank straight from the decanter. Now he had two problems and wasn't too sure which was the greater threat. Then he remembered something... important he had almost forgotten.
This go around,, I will not be a slave to your whims. Things change if given time my dear.

AN: According to the timeline of this story, Vlad had the ecto-acne exposure when he was 22. These events take place 2 years after Danny gets his powers. Meaning the fruit loop is 44 in the current time period; Jack and Maddie are around the same age. Team Phantom and classmates are around 16. Jazz is 18 and out of high school (which is why she is not stuck in the auditorium with Valerie).
Just who was calling Vlad and what is her involvement with current events?No she is not a Mary Sue and yes she is important. Chapter 7 will include more about Sam, Tucker and the Fenton family. As well as shed some light on what’s going on at Casper High. Next in the que is either Adema, Disturbed or Avenged Sevenfold. Sirensoundwave out.
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