Wanting You
Eyes.
I do, of course, own Danny Phantom, for I am rich beyond my wildest dreams...Damn it, that was a dream wasn't it. Crap, I don't own it, oh how I wish I did. I'll be posting up some more to this story eventually, right now I'm just editing this one and the others I've had written.
Eyes.
Night had fallen in Amity Park a few hours ago; everyone was asleep except a 15-year old boy named Daniel, a.k.a. Danny, Fenton. He had just phased through his window and was changing into his pj’s. Oh yeah, he’s also known as Inviso-Bill, as that’s what the press calls him, but to the Ghost Zone he’s known as the Halfa, or as ghost boy. But only three living souls, correct that, four I guess, if you want to count Vald too, knew about him and called him by his “real” name, Danny Phantom. I mean come on, it’s his alter ego so would that really be his real name? Danny is a special boy; he’s the only second one of his kind to be known in existence. He’s half ghost, which makes him so special. But yeah, back to the tale.
Young Daniel just had finished changing and crawl into bed mumbling about something along the lines of how sore he was and how much trouble he was going to be in for not finishing his homework. Shortly, he fell into a deep sleep. If the young halfa had only stayed awake just for a few more moments he would have seen those red glowing eyes, watching him from outside his window. The owner of said glowing eyes was hidden within the shadows of the night and couldn’t be seen to the naked eye. This figure floated there watching the young boy. Focusing his bruises that lay upon his torso as he inhaled and exhaled deeply.
“Soon. Soon, you will be mine.”
With that being said, the figure zoomed across town to set his plans into motion. Plans that only consider with the capture of a certain half ghost, the other plans will be taken into effect only after the certain one was within the figure’s clutches. It laughed a dark and cold laugh that seemed to echo as it flew across town. The laughter had managed to reached the pairs of pale ears of the sleeping boy, making him shudder. As if the sleeping soul knew what kinds of evil plots that were being planed against him.