alone (prologue)

     Most of the time he wondered if his life had ever been easy to begging with, never once did he think of his life benign normal. His parents wanted to kill him for what he was, the town he protected didn't want to be protected, and most of the citizens thought of him as the villain. Being constantly chased by bullies for being an outsider, his town looking down at him for his parents jobs, life had never been to Daniel "Danny" Fenton. Though things started to really go down hill when he got out of the potal.
     He was a classified as a villain, a freak, but most of all he was classified as a 'malevolent ghost'. He never meant to be a ghost, why couldn't he have gained his powers without having to be turned in to hybrid? Did the world really hate him that much? And why a ghost of all things? Why did he have to turn into the thing that his parents hated the most?
     Nobody, hub his two best friends knew that he lead a double life. That everytime he fell asleep in class was because, in the night he would fight to protect them. No one, but them knew that whenever he left the class and miss his education he was doing it to save the ungrateful people. He never did have to be the hero, he didnt know what had pushed him to be the hero, he just did.
     At first it was, to say the least, enthralling. Being the hero like in the movies or comic-books. Thought now he wished that his hero complex would just leave him alone. He wished that he had just had a normal life. He wished that they were still here with him.
     It's wired how threy say how one choice can or make your future or distroy it.

It was just his luck that it was the second option for him.

     He just stood there and watched. Watched as the fire literally burned up his life infront of him. He tried to move, but his body felt like lead. He tried to speak, but he didn't know how to.

     All because of one choice. Of one incrediblly stupid choice to cheat on some stupid test, had lead to this. To him almost being killed be the ghost of time, to him going years into the future and watch as he distroyed the world. To him trapping him and going back in time to assure his existence.

Making himself fight himself and not in the figuerative for of speaking.

     There had been one monument of bliss. When he had finally won and suked himself into the thermos. Thought five seconds later it was gone, and replaced by fear when he had heard the beeping. He did the only thing he could do- he ran. He ran towards his family, his friend, and his teacher.

And he triped.

And he watched as his life went up in flames.

And that day, was the day that Danny Fenton and Phantom, died.