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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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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). Everything after chapter one so far has happened in the same day.
There isn’t much else to say so on with the story, lead in by Seether’s Fake It. Enjoy.

Chapter 8
Fake it if your out of direction
Fake it if you don't belong here
Fake it if you feel like an infection
Whoa, your such a fucking hypocrite
I can fake with the best of anyone
I can fake with the best of ’em all
I can fake it with the best of anyone
I can fake it all...!
Once back in his office, Masters glared daggers at his desk surface. Despite the fact that he ran for and was elected by less than scrupulous reasons, the Mayor of Amity Park could not escape what every elected official must contend with. Paper work, red tape and the headaches they bring.
In all honesty, there were days Vlad considered having his minions simply overshadow the whole damn town so he could do as he pleased. It would be less effort really. No committees to approve or reject his proposals. No more town hall meetings to give his constituents a voice. No one to question his authority. No one trying to look over his shoulder and expose some scandal; real or imagined.
But no, something always pushed that thought away. It could be argued that deep down, the billionaire knew turning innocent people into mindless slaves was wrong. That he simply had a heart two sizes too small but a heart none the less. That same argument could also be blown out of the water once the 3 M's of his success were examined; money, manipulation and murder. There was no problem he ever encountered that couldn't be solved with one or more of these tactics. None except for her. The being who called herself Sylphine.
After their friendly little chat, he realized that many things he could have done over the years were hindered by the fact that somewhere, in the back of his mind, he still knew she was a threat; even if he couldn't recall why.
He found it ironic though. She was the one who set him on course to controlling his abilities. First appearing in his dreams as a small child, warning him that the red eyed thing he kept seeing wasn't a hallucination. Later she took the form of a fellow student in need of a chemistry tutor. She wore the same golden butterfly bracelet and a symbol he couldn’t quite remember in both guises.
And yet she also became a handicap. The pink elephant in the room he spent 16 years ignoring simply because it remained quiet. Well 'ignore' was a stretch. More like refused to make direct eye contact with while he loaded his elephant gun. This gun took the form of a Mosaic puzzle cube missing only 2 pieces. An ancient item of power he spent 15 years piecing together. On the surface, it seemed like a new aged art piece that was being used as paper weight on his desk. In reality each piece got him closer to absolute rule over both worlds. Soon she would be his puppet for a change.
Resisting the urge to cackle like a madman, Vlad put down his pen and thought of his other obstacle. Daniel's deteriorating sanity. The boy's demented other self was rapidly gaining ground to the point that he was able to force his way to the surface more often.
If he and Daniel were as alike as he suspected, that splinter persona was fighting tooth and nail to be the dominant one. The same thing happened to him 20 years ago. He thought he was loosing his marbles when his refection morphed into his ghost self and demanded that he drain the life force out of that hard nosed lawyer spouting worsening news at him on his sofa. Oblivious to the danger, the attorney began to rifle around in his briefcase as he told the shocked young man of his reasons for coming.
The man, Thomas Centre, had appeared at Vlad's apartment to inform him that his mother and younger sister had passed away in a boating accident. Financial support from his father was to cease at the end of the semester. In 3 days. His bastard of a father was liquidating many of the Masters family assets and had demoted him in the family will. In the event of his death all assets were to go to a Ms. Viola Desun-Masters. The harlot his father would later bring to his beloved mother and sister's funeral. He had replaced his mother with his personal assistant the day her death certificate was a matter of record.
Of course that set him off. That was the day he truly died inside; his humanity left him in all but name. All he really remembered after that was something inside him broke and could never be fixed. When he regained his faculties, Centre was a pale corpse crumpled on his floor. He got to hide his first body.
Not long after though, his father and stepmother (who was younger than him) suddenly had a change of heart. As well as an 'accident' of their own. It involved his prized Jaguar convertible, a steep hill and a faulty (cough*cut*cough) break line. Ah, fond memories...
Joking aside he did have a serious problem. Other Danny did not like him. Other Danny was extremely volatile. Other Danny didn't have an outside entity holding him back until the more stable one was able to suppress him on his own. A mentally fragile 16 year old was all that stood between Amity and all manner of bad things. Even with his own impressive range of powers, he had no experience with improving mental conditions. Making them worse? Oh, he was all over that. If he didn't complete his secret weapon soon the world was going to hell in a hand basket.
A strong gust of wind interrupted his thoughts, blowing the contents of the in and out boxes onto the floor in a heap. He heard the wind-chime his secretary had hung from his window to 'add a little whimsy' jingle. A scowl crossed his face as he muttered to himself.
Vlad swiveled his chair to close the window only to pause and blink owlishly. It was never open.
Maddie just couldn't understand it.
She removed her goggles to inspect the readings with out the red tint. It didn't help. The data didn't change.
She knew the RT3 story didn't hold water despite several students testing positive for the chemical. Her sister had been on the team that originally discovered it's potential. It wasn't nearly as dangerous as they were purporting it to be. Yes, the Spitoon resident held several degrees including biochemistry, neurobiology and horticulture. The divorce changed her outlook on life a bit....
Fine, like a lot.
The GIW, whom she and Jack both considered well meaning imbeciles, did not have equipment sensitive enough to detect that this was a spectral occurrence. The room the riot occurred in bore a ghostly signature that chilled her to the core. It was only generated by omega level entities and therefore rarely encountered even by seasoned ghost hunters.
There was a scale of paranormal manifestations and surprisingly alphas were considered the least threatening. The scale included every letter of the Greek alphabet using every 6th letter as primary markers. Alphas were almost zeros. Ghosts closer to zeta were more dangerous but not by much; they and spooks around the mu range were the ones most documented in hauntings as they were able to affect the physical plane in varying degrees. Sigma ghosts were worse but omegas were the worst. Because they were so rare and powerful, it was unknown how humans could stop them permanently. Slow down, agitate or weaken yes but they always came back. She had heard that magic could trap them once. Being a scientist she couldn't even entertain that notion.
The only creatures on this level the Fentons ever recorded were the ones that tried to take over city on Halloween and Christmas two years ago, the Wisconsin Ghost and of course Phantom. As far as she knew the holiday ones were destroyed. That only left two.
What frightened her more was the fact that Phantom had grown from a mu to an omega in such a short time. Phantom had destroyed the invading ghosts himself. Probably because Amity is his territory. Why did he allow the Wisconsin ghost to roam free? Other ghost he drove away or obliterated.
Whatever the case, it couldn't be good. Each day he got a little stronger.
Jack had the sense to scan the Baxter boy with the Fenton Finder 2.5. The signature clung to the boy like ectoplasm sticks to a wall. Other than that he seemed fine but Maddie knew he wasn't. Ghosts leave their mark on people places and things they considered theirs. That they had a use for later. Jack's theory that it was using the teen as some sort of host was possible but Dash was in the gym when the disturbance occurred. More than likely those rushed to the hospital had the same ghostly fingerprints. It could be creating sleepers, it's own minions it could activate when ready to strike. Otherwise normal humans that could be made into killers with a finger snap.
"We've got to get to the hospital now! Danny and Jazz are in danger!" She called to her husband. A second later she was tossed into the side of the RV as Jack channeled Dale Earnhart Sr. Much to the ire of everyone in the two lanes he cut across sans turn signal.
Well, she was a little right but a lot wrong.
Tucker kicked the same rock he had been kicking for 3 blocks. He and Sam had been walking in uncomfortable silence for sometime. He wasn't sure where they were going but he was damn sure Sam didn't either. His thoughts on what to do were interrupted by a pitiful yelp.
"Somebody help!"
A small girl was hanging upside down on a fence outside a construction site. Her shoe must have gotten stuck on the exposed links on top. Her rainbow striped tights dotted with little spirals were ripped up. One of her brown Mary Jane's rested on the opposite side of the fence. It was a good thing that her denim jumper was a skort not a dress. The pleated skirt was over her head; a mop of black braids with golden beads dangled beside her arms. It looked quite comical.
So when Tucker's initial snort became chuckles, Sam popped him on the side if his head and frowned.
"Ass. Help me get her down."
Embarassed, Tucker held the girl steady as Sam untangled her shoe and tights from the wire. Or rather tried.
"Whoa! Tuck don't--!"
"Eep!" The child squealed when the techie's lack of upper body strength caused the three of them to fall into a heap.
"Ow..." Tucker's groan was muffled by his friend's shirt. Surprisingly, the little girl landed on top of them no worse than before.
"Thank you so much!" The girl scrambled to her feet and helped Sam up.
"I'm fine thanks." Tucker grumbled as he got up unassisted. "What happened kid? What are you doing out here alone? Shouldn't you be in school?"
"I'm a big girl! My mama is sick. I was bringing her flowers and cookies I made with my daddy. My school has a holiday today. But this big dog chased me! I ran through there but I slipped...it's
really greasey on top." She started to sniffle.
"Don't cry. That dog's long gone." Tucker offered the girl a tissue.
"But my special tights are all ripped up. Mama made them for me. The swirls mean the same thing as my name." She wiped the black gunk off of her hands then blew her nose.
Sam looked closly at the pattern. They were tightly coiled spirals in groups of three. They did not touch but were arranged close together so they looked like they made up a circle. The designs were gold stitches on the multicolor fabric.
Where have I...oh yeah. That's a magic symbol for wind or air. The goth girl blinked.
"Your name means squiggle?" Trying to lighten the mood, Tuck made an exaggerated expression of surprise. The girl giggled and flashed a smile. The sound reminded the teens of bells in the wind.
"No silly! It means 'of the wind sprites'. I'm Sylphine! What's your name?"

Well, what do you guys think? Now you know what Jack and Maddie have been up to. Plus there’s more about Vlad and Syphine’s past. Other Danny reveals a bit about his goals (he’s psychotic but he has reasons for his behavior),Danny drifts in the abyss of his own mind and Valerie makes a shocking discovery next chapter to the tune of Three Days Grace, Tool or Korn. Until then Sirensoundwave,out.
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