Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom.

Sometimes he could still smell the blood. Still see the carnage he had brought upon the world. The images that haunted him. They followed him; from the world of the awake to the world of the unconscious. He could never avoid them.

There had been so much blood. The copper smell invaded his nose and made him want to vomit. He'd made so many suffer. So many had died under his hand.

He was a monster.

Or at least destined to be one. No matter what he did he could see his inevitable future creeping closer and closer. He'd already lost Sam to a ghost attack last year. He'd been devastated but deep down inside he had been expecting it. Tucker and Jazz had died in a house fire the year before Sam. His world kept crumbling around him.

Nothing mattered anymore. School didn't matter. Ghost fighting didn't matter.

Nothing mattered anymore.

His parents were beginning to worry. He was an empty shell now. There wasn't much left of him. It just hurt. God it hurt. He wanted to scream. He wanted to let loose a Ghostly Wail that would make the Earth shake to its very core.

But he didn't.

He didn't. He couldn't. So he stayed silent. He let it slowly build inside of him. He stayed silent when Lancer told him he wouldn't be graduating that year. He stayed silent when he was told his parents had died in a car crash. He stayed silent as he walked through the front doors of a large mansion with a heavy hand on his shoulder.

It burned.

The pain was unbearable. It made the air thick with fear. He couldn't stand it. It was burning him. It was so cold inside it burned. It was too much. Too much. He needed it out. He needed it to go away. So it did. He had the pain removed.

Finally, peace. All his pain. All his fear. All his anger. All his emotion was in him now. He was free finally free. And when the last light was ripped from his eyes he smiled.

He was free.