Danny Phantom Unlimited 25.1

Danny Phantom Unlimited

Chapter 25.1

Phantoms of the Heart:

Space Ghost Prologue

In the year 1946, in a post-World War II Poland, an American soldier settles in a small town that no longer exists, running away from his hometown, and the hero welcome he deserved. He opts for a quiet and peaceful life in an insignificant county and lives a farmer's life. For more than a year he did nothing but working the fields, feeding his cattle and shooting the intruders that stepped in his property.

In November 26 of 1947, when driving back from the local bar to his farm on his Ford, he sees the most astonishing thing he has ever seen in his twenty years of life.

It was lonesome starless night, he had been drinking with the few friends he had, and he was ready to rest his head on his pillow before resting on the sidewalk again, when a green flash of light rushed over his head. For a second he thought he was too drunk, that he was hallucinating but the reality of the case was more terrifying, he realized that when that light stopped moving, hovering over his village followed by three more lights.

Something weird was happening, something he could not explain, yet, he knew that those lights meant trouble, he could smell it in the air, and he wanted to stay away from that but instead he drove to his house and took all those weapons he kept from the army, all his shotguns and everything he could use to kill somebody.

He felt dange--death pering in the air, he knew people was going to die that night and it was up to him to stop it. Maybe I've gone crazy, he thinks as he drives, maybe I should go back to my place, this is only the alcohol and I'll find nothing down there.

Every day that followed he wished he was right, because what he saw he would never unsee it again: the entire village reduced to green flaming shambles and in the fire he saw the weirdest war tanks he had ever seen so far with the upper half shaped like a man with machine guns for arms but with the head of an insect, spitting green bullets everywhere, or at least he thought those were green bullets because that was the color of the fire and what else could fire a gun but bullets? The answer didn't take long before arriving, in the form of a blue beam of light blowing the head of the tank.

Many more blue bleams rained down over these otherworldly tanks, fired by men flying in fine armored outfits with jetpacks that made him think of those space movies that are becoming so popular in Hollywood. Now could it be that they were men from space? Could it be that the War of the Worlds of H.G. Wells was not a story but a prophecy?

No, it was impossible. There had to be a logical explanation for this, something grounded to reality. He was never a man who believed in things out if this world, not in monsters, not in ghosts, and certaintly not in aliens.. Maybe the Nazis were attacking again, yeah, that made sense, this was their retaliation, and from those tanks he would see a blonde man coming out, but it didn't. Only more weirdness came out of it, a metallic creature with all the seeming of a spider, prowled out of the tank, an eight legged robot that ran at him screaming!

Instinctively he begins to shoot at the mechanical devil that pounced over him emptying his revolver, killing it.

Soon more of those things began to follow, some of them shaped as flies, some others as beetles. Taking his shotguns he fires at everything made out of metal that looked like an insect.

He could not make sense of what was happening but as more of this robots came out he understood one thing, he was back in the war, and was thankful for that.

The battle when on for hours, and he would have died if he hadn't taken that zapping gun from one of those dead men, or at least he thought they were men for that is what they look like.

When the sunrise came only he and three of those metal-padded flying men remained standing. They thought they won, but there was one more of them left, a giant beetle-like robot with a portal on its back.

"Damn cocksucker!" Yells one of these men. "He's bringing reinforcements!"

"What do we do now?" Asks the one that seemed to be a woman.

"Ain't obvious, princess?" He asked pulling out from his clove in a blue flash of light what seemed to be a silver version of a German stick hand grenade. "We blow it up! Now listen, this thing I've seen them before, they won't let me get close so I need you to distract it. It will shoot at anything that moves in front of it, that's where you guys distract it allowing me to shove this up to its ass where it's blind."

"Wait those thing have an ass?" The youg soldier asks.

"Yes they do, McCoy. Now ready to die a hero?"

"You asks like if there is another way to die."

"I like this boy!" The old man cheers.

And so this farmer took a jetpack from the ground and hurled himself with two of these strangers, towards this machine that would fire purple blasts of light at them as they shoot at it while that man sneaks behind this machine placing his grenade on its behind but here is the thing, that mechanical nightmare was not alone.

When placing the explosive, he finds himself surrounded by six more of those metallic spiders.

The young farmer insisted on saving the man, but his allies stopped him saying he knew the risk, and he was willing to die for his world. They take him away from the village as fast as they can, then further away from his farm and wait for the explosion.

The grenade explodes with a might enough to erase the village in a blue burst. It was almost like that nuclear bomb from Hiroshima.

It takes a minute for the soldier to get over the shock of everything that happened just a second ago. He didn't understand what was going on, and he was sure as hell is hot, that he was going to get some answers starting by "What just happened here, who are you and who the hell was that man who died saving the world without people knowing anything about it?"

"The answer," the woman says, "is simple, that was an alien invasion and we just stopped what could be an even worst situation. And as for who we are, that is also simple, we are the future, the New Millennium and that man who died saving the world without it knowing anything was my father." She answered taking off her helmet.

She was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen in his life, with straight red hair reaching her shoulders, a face like that of a goddess and the most beautiful blue eyes he ever gazed with a stare that would intimidate any man.

"And who are you exactly?" She asks sharply.

The name of that man was Samuel L. Fenton, future father of Jack Fenton and grandfather of Daniel Fenton, A.K.A. Danny Phantom, and that night he became not only a member of that secret club, but the one man who would save the world countless times, never taking the credit for it, never taking the recognition he deserved.

Every day, he would always make sure there would be a world for his child, to make sure there would be a tomorrow, always protecting it from the shadows, always unseen.

As time passed by, he and that redheaded woman came to be a family of their own, and even though then, they never stoped saving the world, even if ther lives were at stake for now they had someone to live for, some to give this world to. Only he wished his son hadn't such a narrow mind as did every one of his ancestors, thinking only of ghosts, oblivious to the universe of marvels that surrounded them, watching them far from above.

When their first grandchild was bron, they knew it was time for them to retire, their lives as intradimensional adventurers had ended, and the one adventure they had left to live was their family, now more than ever. 

They left their places as saviors of the world asured more people would take their place, as they take theirs watching their grandchildren, telling them stories of how they fought beings from other planets, in moons that don't figure in astronomy book, beings of energy that would take over people's body and even hunting ghosts in this and other worlds.

This tales inspired young Danny to become the man he is now. It is because of his grandfather he dreamed of going out to space, to become an astronaut and discover the wonders of the universe, unlike his father who would only think of the dead.

When Danny saved the world, Samuel Fenton knew he had done well rising his son and his did even better than him rising his own. But it was hard to see that another Fenton would carry that burnden he never told his son about, and to see his time as protector of the earth was over... But then again... as long as you live... nothing ever really ends...does it?