My Vengance

Dash seemed to have learned his lesson, he stayed away from me all day. Even after gym, when I wait to shower after everyone else.
Throwing a towel over the rail, I turn the water on, stepping under the warm spray.
"Mmm, you look especially delicious like that."
I jump, staring at the empty locker room. "Dan?"
"You called?"
He appeared by the lockers, and I sigh in relief. "I thought you were..."
"Dash?" Dan's expression darkens, and he leans against a nearby locker, changing into his human form. "If he ever bugs you again...I will kill him."
"There's no need for that, Dan." I rub soap along my arms, sighing. "I think he learned his lesson."
Dan suddenly grabs my arm, and pulls me forwards, pressing his mouth against mine in a harsh kiss. I try to push off him, my hands pushing ineffectivly against his chest. My eyes drift shut as his forked tongue invades my mouth.
"Fentweeb!"
Gasping for air, I fall to my knees as Dan lets me go, my fingers releasing his shirt. I stare at my hands, trying to remain unseen.
"Danny's busy showering, Dash. Be a good little boy, and run along." Dan's tone is dangerous, low. I reach out to grab at Dan's jeans, but he steps forwards, out of my reach.
"Dan! Please..."
"Your slut wants you." Dash snarls. Dan shoots forwards, and I reach out.
"Stop it! He didn't mean it!" I shout, standing up shakily. I snatch at the towel, wrappimg it around my body.
"Please, Dan, don't do this to him." I whisper. Dan turns to me.
"Silence, Daniel. Get dressed." He hisses. I towel off quickly, pulling on my clothes.
"Dont you ever call Daniel a slut." Dan growls, his hands bracing over the wall, either side of Dash's head.
Dash forces out a laugh. "What are you gonna do, hit me? That's abuse to a minor."
"Dan, please stop." I whisper, trying to pull him away from Dash.
A large arm slams into my side, and I fly into the lockers. Landing hard, I stare woozily at Dash, who looks horrified.
"You'd hit your lover?" His eyes narrowed. "What the hell have you got yourself into, Fenton?"
"Danny's strong. Unlike you."
I blink as Dan's human form begins to melt away. "After all, who else would love a dangerous, evil ghost?"
I watch mutely as the black hair catches fire, burning white atop the unnaturally green skin. The scream of horror that escapes Dash makes me wince in sympathy.
"D...dont...." I whisper, trying to move. Dan turns, firing an ectoplasmic rope to bind me.
"You aren't going anywhere, Daniel. And as for you, Dash, I think you need to learn a lesson."
Dash shivers in terror. "St..stop..." I whisper, tears streaming down my face. "Dan...please..."
A second later, a clone spilts away from him, moving towards me. The clone's hands fasten over my eyes, even as a scream of terror rips trough my ears. I start to sob, even as Dan whispers softly in my ear.
"See no evil, Danny my dear."
I'm not sure how long it lasts. The clone shrinks away, and I hiccup sadly.
"Why so upset? No-one calls me a slut." The older me snarls, even as I struggle against my bonds.
"What have you done to him?"
"I wiped his memory clear." Dan waves a hand, the ectoplasm around my arms dissolving. "It...may have hurt him more than it should have, but I don't care."
The older ghost leans forwards, catching my lips in a much softer, lighter kiss. I try to fight back the sobs that are threatening to erupt, and Dan lifted me up, pushing me against the locker, the kiss becoming more insistent.

I open my eyes, looking past the flaming hair and red eyes, even as the shriek pierces the silence.
"DANNY!?"
I fall back against the locker. "Jazz?"
She steps into the locker room, keeping her eyes on the older version of me. "I saw Dash follow you in here. I was worried."
She glares at the older me, and I feel a hand wrap around my shoulders, pressing me against his body.
"Jazz. Good to see you again."
She frowns. Clearly, she doesn't remember the first incident with Clockwork. "Dan..."
"I take it you know us, from somewhere?" She scowls. Dan grins.
"Gee, was it my tongue down your brother's throat that gave it away?"
I give a mortified groan, and bury my head into his chest.
"Danny, who is this?" Jazz asks, frowning. I sigh.
"This is my future self." I explain. Jazz blinks.
"Don't joke about."
"I'm Danny's evil alternate future." Dan grins, leaning down to nibble at my neck.
"Stop it." I murmur, feeling very uncomfortable. Jazz's frown deepens.
"Why...how...what's going on?"
I'm starting to feel lightheaded. "I stopped myself turning evil, but he exists outside of time now. He's teaching me how to use my powers."
"And shoving his tongue down your throat. Danny, this is so wrong on so many levels!"
"Why?" I suddenly feel angry. "Why can't I have something I want for once!?"
"Daniel, enough."
"And you. Have you no morals left!?" She snarls at Dan, who grins wickedly.
"What part of ''evil self'' don't you get, Jazz? I get what I want, when I want!" He grabs my arms, and forces our mouths together, his tongue pushing mine to one side. Jazz makes a sound of disgust, and I feel Dan jerk forwards.
"When you've finished, Danny still has lessons."
Dan starts to pull my shirt up, and I hear Jazz shriek.
"Wait, dont!" I gasp, and Dan smirks.
"What I want, when I want."
I let out a low moan, and evil laughter echoes around me, even as I'm swallowed by pure blackness.
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