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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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Hello all. Once again your reviews are much appreciated.
I tried but this chapter is a bit short. It doesn’t fit with what was supposed to be the second half of the chapter. It deals pretty much with Danny and the voice he hears (dubbed Other Danny) only. So, Disturbed's Voices is the theme.
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).
Disclaimer: Bite me.

Chapter 7
I can hear the voice
But I don't want to listen
Strap me down and tell me I'll be alright
I can feel the subliminal need
To be one with the voice
And make everything alright
It had been about half an hour since Vlad left. Their parents were on the way and Jazz had gone to get some lunch since both missed out. Danny could not be released until legal guardians signed him out. So he lay on the bed asleep. Well he looked asleep. Really he was meditating.
For the last year or so, he had been watching the anime Bleach and become fascinated by the idea of an inner world. So, he tried focusing on a place to call his own when he meditated. At first all he could picture was a void. No light, no sound, no sense of depth, no sense of direction. It was oddly comforting.
Over time, a forest blanketed in snow and ice formed. That then expanded to include a meadow populated by huge columns and six foot wide free floating mirrors all of ornate designs from many eras and lands. They simply lay horizontal to the snowy ground about 3 ft in the air. His own winter wonderland made entirely of eternal ice. Why not? It was his element.
The mirrors acted as windows to memories, dreams, thoughts, etc. He could easily retrieve them for later analysis. Came in handy when studying. Or testing. It wasn't cheating if he was looking up answers imprinted on his own mind. Almost like photographic memory only more complicated to access.
In this place, there was a portion of the forest/meadow that was shrouded in mist. The mirrors there were opaque, trees had bare limbs. The columns were slanted and looked more like spires tapering to a point on top with thin thorned vines wrapped around them. Everything in the mist was made of black iridescent onyx in contrast to the diamond everywhere else. He once tried to look into one of the dark panes. It didn’t even reflect his image despite being smooth and polished. Nothing happened when he touched it either.
Later he understood these were windows to the times he blacked out and couldn't remember the things he did. When the voice was in control. His other self. No! That wasn’t him. He refused to believe such a thing.
He sat down in the snow beside the stream and gazed in. It’s waters frozen, yet they flowed like canvas of moving stars. He felt the ground under him but no sense of cold. That was normal in his inner world. Soothing.
We should have put him in his place.
He whipped around to come face to face with...Phantom? He was leaning against a black column looking pretty pissed. It looked like his ghostly form yet it sounded like...blue eyes narrowed.
I thought you were going to sleep. How come he’d never seen the voice before? He wasn't too pleased that his mind chose to manifest the thing tormenting him as his heroic alter ego. The fact that his right eye was green and the left red leveled up the creep factor.
I was. Then that pompous fucker showed up. What Plasmius needs is an ice blast to the ass. Why did you stop me? Other Danny folded his arms across his chest. He could have hurt our sister.
Great, now I'm talking to the voice in my head. That look like my ghost half. I've officially cracked. Danny stood, ready in case of some attack. Ah, what the hell. Cuz when you take control bad things happen. She’s my sister. Not yours. Since when do you care about her or...anyone for that matter?
Are we back to this? Bad things happen when we're starving dolt. We can't protect anyone face down on the floor too weak to move.What will it take for you to accept what you are? What we are?
A parasite? Never. YOU’RE NOT ME! Waves of sound amplified by anger escaped Danny’s lungs in the form of that declaration. Other Danny simply rolled his mismatched eyes and held up a hand. To Danny’s absolute horror, the Ghostly Wail rebounded off of a green shield and tossed him clear across the river and into a tree. Snow shaken from the leaves fell onto him. What the hell?!
I’m the part of you with more control over our powers. The double paused then smiled deviously. He floated to his dazed alternate.
Danny tried to crawl away. He was fairly certain his spine was injured; moving caused him to cry out in agony. This is my mind! How can I get hurt here?!
Simple. By hurting yourself. Don't you deserve a rest? You fight so hard Danny. To protect others. To hide your pain. To stay sane. Everyday you fight desperately to hold us together ...yet keep us apart. You have to stop hurting yourself. The double knelt beside him, sliding a gloved hand under the back of Danny's shirt. The pain began to dull. Feel better at the touch. He froze when the hand became two fingers gently tracing along his backbone.
OH HELL NO! He panicked. He was officially fucked in the head. Why would he imagine something like this? His sense of urgency renewed, Danny once again tried to get away. That laugh made him cringe.
A weight settled over his back. It should have hurt like hell. Instead he was confused by the fact that it felt nice. Calming... Something cold pressed against his cheek. Other Danny's face nuzzled it. He should have shivered. But he didn't. He merely lay there as his evil self covered Danny's body with his own. Spandex material easily glided down his bare arms so gloved hands could weave their fingers together.
Isn't this feeling what you want? We aren't meant to be apart Danny. The longer we are, the more warped this world becomes. The mist is spreading, making everything it touches black. I know you’ve noticed it.
Despite how bizarre it was, Danny couldn't bring himself to shake his demented other self off. He didn't want to admit it but he did feel better than he had in almost two years laying like this.
Was this part of him really so bad? This sensation of calm is what he yearned for! How could this be wrong? Suddenly his eyelids were to heavy. His now hazy thoughts were of how soft the ground seemed. How much of a relief it was to finally relax. As his eyes closed to slits, he could have sworn he saw a dot of gold wafting in the distance. Weird...where’d the butterfly come from?
That's it. It's okay to sleep. I'll take care of everything. Was whispered in his ear.
The young halfa was dimly aware of being carried then lain somewhere. The hard surface under him seemed to ripple then he was sinking slowly into something thick like syrup or pudding. Alarm bells went off as he struggled to sit up. It only caused him to sink fastest.
The last thing he saw happened to be Other Danny's manic smile, Christmas colored eyes gleaming as he rested one hand on the surface of the looking glass Danny was now trapped within. That weird gold dot hovered above the doppelganger’s head then winked out of existence and Danny knew no more.

Bwhahahaaaa! What happens now that Other Danny has the real Danny trapped? I want to keep chapters consistent with their titles, that why it’s so short. It started off originally with Jack and Maddie going over their findings. Next up will be either Ateryu, Tool or Seether. Stay tuned, Sirensoundwave out.
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