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Chapter Six: One Year

Streets in chaos. Buildings falling apart at the scene. Windows have been shattered. Walls looked ready to fall at any given time. People all across the town were fleeing in terror.

Fire was spreading across one building. As rubble started to fall down on a group of civilians, a gold force field formed around them. The civilians were met with gold eyes. They took a step back, out of fear. But did he care? No.

"I'm gonna open a path, and you need to use it to escape," he ordered the civilians.

He could see the ever-present fear on their faces.

"Trust me, or not, I don't care," he told them. ''But you need to get out.''

He screamed, gold sound waves coming out. The sound waves burst through the rubble like sizers through a piece of paper. The scream blew up the wall it was directed at. It made a clear path to the streets outside. The civilians all raced out of the burning building. They didn't even bother to thank their savior.

As the roof began to cave, ash fell around him. he covered his eyes and made his way to the street. He flew out with his bright white bird wings. Gold boots touched the ground as he surveyed what was above him.

"You can beat him, big brother," he says.

Two streams of light flew across the sky. Every time they collided, there was a burst of energy and force that pulsed across the entire town. One stream, a light green that was about the size of a teenager. The other, an adult size dark green light. They were fighting.

The younger one was thrown down, right out of the sky. He crashed into the street. A line, like a trench, was created as he crashed. His black hazmat suit was covered in many cuts, scratches, and holes. He was badly bruised and was barely even standing. Gold tried to fly toward him, but a creepy brown-tan-gold mist swirled around him.

"Did you really think you could stop him," it said in a wispy and scratchy voice. "You have fallen to him once, and you will fall to him again."

"I don't believe he is truly evil," gold eyes responded. "I can't. I WON'T. Everyone has good in them. They just have to look."

"Pathetic how you have that horrific belief that everyone has good in them," the demonic mist taunted. "Your pure heart is a gift, yes. But it is also your greatest weakness. And I can't wait to watch you suffer because of it."

Tears ran down from his gold eyes. In his mind and in his heart he knew there was nothing wrong with what he believed. He just wanted to have hope.

The other hero was struggling to even sit up. His white gloves hands pushed him up. But he didn't get very far. A booted foot kicked him and he went flying back a few yards. He was really hurt.

The hero looked up, anger filling him as he looked at his opponent.

He is taller and much more muscular than his younger self. He has snow-white flaming hair with a ponytail, light blue skin, and red eyes with dark lines around them. He has pointed ears, fangs, and a goatee. He wears a black jumpsuit with white trim, a white belt, black gloves, and white boots. He wears a cape which is white on the outside and black on the inside. He wears his logo, a white "D" with a black "P" inside it, on his chest.

Dan Phantom

"Look at the little hero, trying his best to fight what he can not beat," Dan taunted. "You can try, but you will fall. We are more alike than you would care to admit."