This chapter will answer several questions, and, unfortunately, create a few more. It's a long chapter with (get this...)
LOTS AND LOTS OF VIOLENCE! MUAHAHAHAHAHA! *ahem* but not blood. That's for chapter 7. However, this is a very intense chapter, so brace yourselves! Also, I'm going to need some time to work on the roughs of my later chapters(Currently working on chapter 9), so you may not see another update for a while.
Thanks for all the reviews on all past chapters! I worked as quickly as I could to get this chapter to you soon, and I probably wouldn't have if it weren't for reviewers! You're all awesome!
Monster by TAA
Chapter Six: Teeth and Claws
It comes awake and I can't control it.
Danny flew out of the ghost portal, and morphed back into his human form before landing. He felt tired, sick, and miserable. "I need some sleep," he muttered, trudging up the lab stairs. He shuffled through the den, where his parents were sitting.
Maddie must have noticed how sad and pale her son looked. "Danny, are you all right?" she asked, concern filling her eyes.
Danny stopped and turned his head to her. He looked sadly at his mother's face before turning around and continuing back to his room.
Vlad floated outside Danny's bedroom window, waiting for the younger halfa to return to his room. The ghost had been in town for several days, trying to get over his injuries from his last encounter with Danny.
He had watched the boy, invisible, over that time. He'd seen Danny become angrier and more bitter, and he almost feared confronting the half ghost child. However, Vlad was more afraid of Slade than of Danny.
The masked man had stripped away everything that belonged to Vlad. He had been spared his life, but only under the condition he serve Slade and Slade alone. Vlad hated the man with everything in him, but felt he had no other choice.
Suddenly, the device in his ear beeped.
Slade didn't know what was taking Vlad so long. It had been days. He's delaying giving Daniel the message, the man thought, annoyed. Slade called Vlad through the communications device in his ear. It was several seconds before the man answered.
"What is it, Slade?"
"Have you given the boy the message?"
"Not yet, sir, but I was just about to." Vlad paused, then began speaking in a hurried manner. "You know, it might not be the best idea to bother Daniel when he's in one of these moods, especially since-"
Vlad's nervous talking was cut short by Slade. "You will give him the message, mood or no mood!" he said in a raised voice. "He could kill you for all I know. But..." Slade lowered his voice and spoke in an eerily calm, cold tone. "That's a part of life now; isn't it, Vlad?"
Vlad gulped in uncharacteristic fear, his heart beating swiftly at Slade's cold words. "Yes. Yes, of course," he said, choking out the words. He turned off the communicator and sighed deeply, trying to catch his breath. He didn't have much time to do that, though, as Danny entered the scene.
Danny phased through the door to his room and flopped face-down onto his bed. He felt as if he was drowning in a pit of misery. This was worse than the Vlad incident earlier that week, because Danny had actually managed to kill something this time. Ghost or not, it was still a conscious, thinking being. And it wasn't even an enemy! It was just a tiny ghost unfortunate enough to fall into the hands of an angry Danny Phantom.
Danny rolled over onto his back. His anger had gotten the best of him. He had lost control again. The teen buried his face in his palms, then rubbed his eyes with them. He was exausted, but six in the evening hardly seemed like an ideal time to go to bed. It was much too early.
Without reason, Danny began to feel angry. He growled and sat up. The boy gripped his pillow and squeezed it. He felt all the strength in his muscles, built from months and months of fighting ghosts. Using every ounce of that strength, Danny threw his pillow across the room. It hit the wall with a soft thud which did nothing to satisfy the boy. The halfa craved to hear a loud crash. And, since that craving hadn't been satisfied, it only made Danny all the more furious. His angry blue eyes darted around his room, searching for something to throw, tear up, destroy, etcetera.
That was when a figure with pale green skin, red eyes, and a white outfit and cape phased through the window. His arms were crossed, and his brow was furrowed.
Danny jumped up. "Vlad..." he seethed, speaking through clenched teeth. "Stay away from me!"
Vlad flinched at the dark tone the boy had used. "I understand this isn't the best time, Daniel," the elder halfa said.
"Oh, you know it!" Danny roared. His eyes glowed green, visualizing his increasing rage. The teen sparked the blueish-white ring around his waist and allowed them to separate, transforming him into a very angry Danny Phantom.
"Listen to me, Danny," Vlad pleaded. But before he could finish his sentence, the ghost boy had grabbed him by his cape collar. What Danny said next was so unlike him, even Vlad couldn't surpress a shiver of fear.
"I was just looking for something to rip apart," the young halfa growled. "You should do just fine." With those malevolent words, Danny threw Vlad across the room with all his might. The older man crashed into Danny's closet, breaking down the door with a deafening noise. The sound brought a satisfied grin to the ghost boy's face. But now, even now, he wanted more. More crashing. More violence. And he wouldn't stop until he'd had all he wanted.
Vlad looked up at Danny, who was casually floating his way towards the closet. He was smiling, as if some malicious, dark section of the boy's mind was actually enjoying this. And he just didn't seem angry anymore. He seemed quite happy as he grabbed Vlad's collar and threw him to the other end of the room. In fact, he was outright sadistic!
The vampire-like ghost smashed into the wall, cracking it. Vlad had just begun falling headfirst onto the floor when he found his breath being knocked out of him. Danny had jabbed his elbow into Vlad's back, eyes narrowed and a smirk on his face. The adult halfa grunted in pain. Danny gave him no time to catch his breath. The teen grabbed the man's shoulders, then flipped him over, causing him to slam backfirst onto the ground.
The ghost boy planted his white boot on Vlad's chest. "Have I mentioned how much I hate you?" Danny growled, the rage once again filling his eyes. He shoved his foot even further into the man's chest.
Now Vlad was gasping for breath. "Daniel! What has gotten into you?"
A little smirk crept onto Danny's face. "It's nothin' beating you won't fix," he chuckled darkly. Was that a spark of red Vlad saw in Danny's eyes? No, it couldn't have been. His eyes were the same neon-green color they always were in ghost form. Was it only the man's imagination?
Suddenly, Danny appeared to be very, very sleepy. He loosened his foothold on Vlad and groaned, then passed out.
Vlad shot up into the air, taking the break to think. The only way he was going to get Slade's message to Danny was to overshadow him. It was possible to transmit thoughts from one ghost to a host if inside the body long enough. It was risky, but it could work. Vlad shot down into Danny's head.
Overshadowing the boy was harder than the elder halfa had thought it would be. Even though Danny was unconscious, it felt as if the boy was forcing him out! No, no. It didn't feel like Danny. It was as if something else was in Danny's mind...
Suddenly, a black, wolflike figure with razor-sharp teeth and claws leaped at Vlad. Spooked, the ghost flew out of the teen's body before it could get to him.
Danny's eyes popped open, and he bolted upward into a sitting position. "Don't ever try that again," the halfa child growled. He flew up into the air, gaining a red aura as he ascended. Then, he began to change. Danny's eye whites darkened into pitch black, and his irises became a deep blood-red color. The angry scowl on his face became a wicked grin. Vlad backed away, completely freaked out.
Danny advanced on Vlad, chuckling. "I hope you can stand more pain than that, Plasmius," the boy said, "'cause I've got plenty to give to you."
After a time for what seemed like years, Robin emerged from his room. He jumped back, startled, as he nearly bumped into the orange skinned alien girl in front of him. "Starfire!" the boy exclaimed. "How long have you been floating there?"
Starfire ignored the question. "Oh, Robin, I am most pleased to see you again!" she said, clasping her hands together. The Tamaranian landed on the ground in front of Robin.
"You were that worried about me?" he asked, raising unseen eyebrows. "It's only been a few hours."
Starfire nodded. "Yes. Our friends are worried about you, also."
"Then I think it's time we talk to them. Come on."
BEHOLD! I leave you on two cliffhangers. I told you this chapter would be intense. What's with Danny? He's...actually evil! Sorry I can't update faster...
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I was listening to a song called "Get Back" by a band called Nine Lashes while writing from "The ghost boy planted his white boot on Vlad's chest". It's amazing! It doesn't fit the story, but it's good.