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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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Ookay. I have realized the docX system seems fond of eating the spaces between my paragraphs. So line breaks will be announced like this +-+-+-+-.
So this chapter is named after a Tool song, not weed. It's sad that had to be pointed out. Some of my friends and family are dumb-asses. Then again I am the only one who listens to rock (and for some time I had no idea who T. I. or Chris Brown was. No lie... shut up). I just can't get into the supposed music of my people i.e. rap, hip hop, R&B. I just relate more to Disturbed, Nirvana, and Korn than...hmm I really don't know who my little cousins listen to. I hear it all the time but as for who sings what? Hell if I know.
Ooo! More info on Sylphine this chapter includes her singing two verses of the title song. Enjoy.
Let's go!

Chapter 8
The Pot
Liar, lawyer; mirror show me, what's the difference?
Kangaroo done hung the guilty with the innocent
Mismatched eyes opened to see hosputal ceiling tiles. When Jazz came back, she didn't notice for in a split second they were bright blue as they should be. Other Danny sat up and streched as his unwary sibling unpacked their food.
"Cafeteria was surprisingly unhealthy for being in a hospital..." Her voice faded away as he concentrated on his new...toys. Twenty five slumbering minds subconsciously reached out when he called. He was surprised that they all lived. He hadn't been trying to kill anyone persay but the whole process had been an experiment so family and friends were off limits for such a thing
Their body was starving and they needed to eat. They could have drawn power from their first toy easily--the blonde idiot was working out in the gym just wasting all that delicious energy on exercise. He was with many others they could have tapped into, using Dash as a conduit with far less effort.
No, it was about gaining insight as well as feeding. If he could put their mark on enough people, they could use them whenever they wished. His other half might stop bitching about the whole draining innocents dry issue if they had a constant supply. He had not lied to his blue eyed other when he told him being separate was a bad thing. He knew at some point, the two halves would have to merge or perish. That did not mean he had accepted it without a second thought.
At first it was a source of rage. He existed dammit! Why should he have to blend into his vanilla other? Just because he existed first? Why did he have to surrender to some weak willed little bitch who was scared of his own powers? Fuck that.
Then he realized it was harder to take control when he wanted...no needed to. Accepting that both sides were required to function made it so much easier. He could control their body while his other slept. Many after midnight sightings of Phantom had been of one with red replacing neon green. Of course, here in Blindeye, USA it went unnoticed. Then that fucked up fruit loop showed up and Other Danny found himself shoved deep into their mind unconciously by his terrified other. Even before he could truly rationalize it he had been afraid of becoming like him--old, bitter, and a slave to his obsessions (killing Jack, having Maddie and him as his family, power...). But then the bastard actually turned out to be useful. All their battles forced them to evolve their powers faster. He grew stronger. Strong enough to escape the first tier of his prison. Strong enough to remain mostly free when that messed up future happened. Strong enough to unlock the Ghostly Wail and blast the smirk off Dan's face. Blowing out his hair was a satisfying bonus. That was the start of the merge.
But then why use Dan's voice? Hell if he knew. It was how he'd always sounded, his other simply could never hear him before the Dan fiasco. He assumed it was because he represented a more mature facet of their soul. Whatever, not like it really mattered. Still, screwing with him was kinda fun.
Okay really fun...heh heh.
Looking through Baxter's mind, he learned that his parents were suspicious of an 'omega level threat'. That Axiom has quarantined the whole damn school looking for the chemical agent responsible for the incident. How sad.
He cared for their family, despite what his other half thought. But they were so...slow on the uptake. He often wondered how such scientific minds could be so oblivious. Or how they spawned some one as observant as his sister. By the same token, how could Jazz have never noticed anything in the last year?
"Danny? Hello? You okay?" Jazz waved a hand in front of him snapping him back to the here and now.
"Yeah, sorry just kinda spaced out for a sec. You remembered banana pudding's my fave. Awesome sis, thanks." He smiled reaching for the spoon.
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Valerie was officially pissed. She had no idea how long this whole thing had been going on. Thirty minutes into it, her cellphone had been confiscated. No explanation given. Now she was outside a plastic tent with about two dozen people inside sitting on cots. Some she knew. Most she didn't. Let's back up.
She got herded into a line with the rest of her class. Two minutes later the update notice on her Admire pinged alerting some jerk to it's presence. As she tried to read the news post it was plucked from her hands without warning. The man didn't say a word or even slow down as he passed her. She started to protest then found herself being berated by the principal for causing a disturbance. After being scanned with a wand and walking through a scanner (both of which looked suspiciously like ordinary metal detectors) she joined the group listed as contaminant free. Most of the school ended up here in the gym.
Every so often though, the wand would warble loudly, the scanner light shifted from green to yellow or red. The kid would be lead away by people in bright orange hazmat suits. The whole time being assured everything would be just fine. They were taken out through the stage door on the left that lead to the cafeteria. All clears went to the right which lead the gymnasium. Something just didn't add up.
The people that were tagged rarely came in contact with each other. They didn't really end up in the same places at the same time. How did she know this?
The school was designed for each grade level to have to their own sections. It helped prevent disturbances so when say juniors were doing standardized testing there weren't scores of kids changing classes right outside. It seemed there was a mix of all 4 grades and some teachers as well as a cafeteria worker. Two had been in her history class.
So using the bathroom as an excuse, Miss Grey was able to sneak into the cafeteria. There was a lot of wires and cables running about. They converged at a large tent that had been erected like a green house made of plastic wrap. Tall and robust canisters of oxygen were keeping up the breathable air supply. Except one canister which was very small and slender reminding her of a pringles can. What it said was the real clincher; RT3.
"Why are they pumping that stuff in to people who already..." she mumbled to herself. Then she heard the monitors whine; looking up she saw several people start to twitch before flopping over with their eyes rolled back into their skulls and continuing to convulse. None had time to panic before the same happened to them. One girl even foamed at the mouth. A teacher was biting down on his tongue if the blood was anything to go on.
An invisible force dislodged the RT3 canister before it simply phased through the floor in time to go unnoticed as doctors and nurses came running in response.
"I knew it was a ghost!" She whispered as she dove behind machinery. Valerie wasn't noticed in all the pandimonium. Now what? The GIW and the Fentons were gone. Her suit got fried almost a year ago. She had ectoguns at home. Just what exactly could she do now?
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Were he able to hear the boy's internal thoughts three days ago, Clockwork would have been amused. Danny knew that despite the title and powers that the time ghost was not 100% omniscient. It was just fun to say he was. That way, it was much more dramatic to proclaim all is as it should be when things went well.
However he could plainly see the tiny enigma that was so fond of butterflies and rainbows easily fooling 2 teens into believing that she was a helpless child. And it was a nice change of scenery. Things were always interesting when those golden eyes appeared no matter what form they took.
He had no idea where she came from or what she was but human and ghost were both long shots.
It also helped that her very existence not to mention the chaos she brought was an affront to his employers' senses. She had no right to exist as far as they were concerned.
Long story short, she bothered the holy hell out of the Observants.

That was a plus. Even the mightiest of ghosts were still bound by the constraints of time space for they had lived, died, and been given an afterlife in it. Unable to pause it, rewind it, or fast forward it; everyone dead or alive has to someday bow to the hands of time. It just took little while longer for some than others. Immortality was an illusion humans chased and ghost deluded themselves with. Even he had to be created specifically to do this job. A previous existence would violate the sanctity of his duty. Or so he was always told.
But she was different. If she is in the picture, the path to the future becomes fractured and curled in unto itself creating a mess impossible to see clearly through. She made him question what he always believed.
//Nature favors entropy. But once it runs it's course, stability reigns in it's wake.//
She'd said that to Vlad when she revealed herself to him. He spent many an hour watching her guide the young grad student towards his potential. This earned her greater ire from the Observants. They could see very clearly the dark path he would take. All the suffering he would cause in the world. They knew she could see it too. Didn't she care? Perhaps mayhem just delighted her.
But something about her made Clockwork respect her and he had no idea why. Until she appeared at his tower after Masters finally cracked.
Flashback
She floated upside down against the green swirly sky humming to herself. White sundress and charm bracelet defying gravity with her.
"Why do you cause such misery and grief you wretched creature?!" one Observant raged, eye glowing red. She only hummed louder. The tune was something Clockwork would later recognize as it blasted out if Samantha Manson's stereo 18 years in the future. At the time though, it was simply aggravating.
"Answer us you--!" the other began as she opened her mouth to sing.
" Who are you to wave your finger?
You must have been outta your head
Eye hole deep in muddy waters
You practically raised the dead
Rob the grave to snow the cradle
Then burn the evidence down
Soapbox house of cards and glass so
Don't go tossin' your stones around"
The song flowed from her lips like an innocent nursery rhyme. She swayed to a beat only she could hear as she sang. Dark overtones were almost muted by her carefree mannerisms.
The time guardians looked ready to pop in frustration. She only beamed joyfully, musical laughter taunting them.
"Awe...am I pissing you off?" the not 10 year old cooed. "Want me out if your hair...or rather lack thereof? Want me to go away?" the sweet smile faded to an expressionless mask. Abruptly, she dropped down to stare the Observants in the eye. She did so with out changing her orientation.
"Make me."
And she was gone in a clap of thunder and flash of lightening.
End Flashback
That was when he realized there was far more to this situation than meets the eye. Pardon the pun. When the wheels in his mind began to turn. What was really going on?
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Danny, the original, was motionless and unaware floating in a dark miasma. He was now a prisoner of one of those strange black mirrors he could never see onto floating about the misty area of his own inner world. So of course he didn't see that set of metallic shimmering wings return, landing on the mirror just above his nose.
He might have become excited if he could have seen the tiny hairline fracture that dainty and very out of place creature caused in the crystal surface it came to rest on.
But since he was pretty much catatonic, possible excitement was a moot point wasn't it?
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Well, Sylphine showed up again both in the present and a flashback. What is her connection to the Observants and by association our favorite time ghost? Why does she take such joy in playing with people? We also have some background on Other Danny. Stay tuned as the reason for Sylphine's helpless act is revealed. The next song will have to be announced in the chapter. Sirensoundwave out,
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