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DP: Terror Prince Ch. 3

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Danny couldn't believe just what he was seeing. He fought skeletons, dragons, and several other ghosts that would scare most other humans but seeing the zombies with the maggots and rotting flesh nearly made him throw up. Even more so when he faced Spectra after she transformed into a huge mucus monster at the abandoned hospital. This really just took the cake.

"I'm assuming by the look on your face, you don't approve of my methods of making an army." Elijah said as he kept his seat on a tombstone. Danny noted he had what seemed to be a round crystal orb that had a deep red color. He quickly darted his eyes away from it, remembering the time he was hypnotized by Freak Show with the same looking crystal. Having lived long enough to know what kind of thing Danny thought the blood crystal was, Elijah rolled his eyes.

"You really think with this army I'd resort to hypnotism, halfa?" Elijah said with a bored tone as he tossed the crystal up and down a few times. Seeing that he wasn't being hypnotized, Danny let out a sigh of relief. He wasn't going to turn evil again but he knew that this wasn't going to be any easier.

"Well then who are you anyway?" Danny demanded, eyes glaring at the teen that only looked slightly older than him, except he had white skin, red irises, and the white part of his eyes was black. He could never remember what it was called.

"Me? I really doubt you'll need to know who I am." Elijah answered arrogantly before he seemed to disappear. Danny's eyes darted around for him but couldn't find him anywhere.

"You won't live long."

Danny heard the voice from behind him and turned to look but a firm boot kicked him square in the chest, sending him flying. Now Danny had fought his share of ghosts, most of them very strong, but the guy's kick practically sent him completely across the graveyard. It was like this guy was a juggernaut under his dark appearance.

Crashing into several zombies, Danny groaned, knowing he was definitely going to have to take at least ten showers when he got this guy. Deciding to skip the fight and prevent this guy from attacking Amity Park, Danny took out the Fenton Thermos and aimed it at the long black haired ghost. However, he seemed only just to laugh.

"You amuse me Danny. I've heard of your 'thermos' in the Ghost Zone but trust me, I won't give you time to use it!" Elijah said and drew his sword, holding it out in his right hand. As Danny was about to twist the top off, Elijah ran toward Danny and swung his sword. It cleanly sliced through the thermos like a hot knife through butter. Danny turned up toward Elijah, seeing the sword was on fire. He had a flaming sword?!

Elijah only laughed at Danny's stunned face and kept bringing his sword down at the teen. Danny did his best to avoid getting hit by the blade, but was unable to escape the fire from the sword, feeling himself getting singed and almost burned in several places on his body.

Danny tried firing some ectoplasm blasts but none of them seemed to hit Elijah where they were supposed to. He could feel himself getting rather desperate as Elijah kept slicing through gravestones, the ground, and several zombies, which by the way released a toxic and rotten smell that almost made Danny instantly throw up. Surprisingly, he kept the movie popcorn and soda down as he tried to stay out of Elijah's range.

Clockwork, who could watch the whole scenario from the blood crystal's grip in Elijah's left hand, had his hands pressed against the wall of the crystal. He banged desperately for Danny to hear him but Elijah made sure that his swings and laughter drowned it out. He really was sadistic as his reputation said.

"AGGHHH!!!" Danny cried as he felt the sword slice his side. Elijah's eyes narrowed, knowing that his prey was now wounded. To just drag this out, he lowered his sword and stared at Danny.

"Had enough halfa?" He said as he walked closer. Elijah didn't see any reason to run or be in a hurry. Danny held his side, where he was bleeding and the skin around the wound was scorched from the blade. Danny was in excruciating pain but he knew now that this guy was very skilled. Maybe some witty banter or talking would help push him back a bit.

"You really think you can win? I've beaten several ghosts just like you!" Danny retorted. He knew it was just sheer bluff but he wanted to drag out the fight as long as he could. Just who was this guy? He seemed pretty powerful for a ghost that was around his age. Before he got his answer, Danny felt a strong grip around his throat. Feeling himself being slammed into the ground, Danny tried to get out of Elijah's grasp, feeling his lungs running out of air.

"I assure you halfa, I'm not like the other ghosts you have faced." He said in a calm eerie voice. Danny was growing increasingly more desperate the longer he was on the ground. The guy's hand did not waver in the least. He really was determined to kill him. Danny continued to writhe under Elijah's grip, needing air at the very moment. Having no other choice, he focused energy blasts into his hands and fired them at Elijah. The war prince landed on his back, the sizzling from the remnants of the blast in the middle of his chest.

Danny turned over onto his stomach and gasped for air, not caring that it was filled with the scent of rotting corpses. He was alive. He turned toward the ghost and saw that he was getting up as well. He saw that there was a certain look of amusement on the guy's face. Danny honestly felt afraid, remembering the insane look in the ghost's eyes when he was being strangled.

From inside of the blood crystal, Clockwork watched as the boys were getting up again. He wanted to warn Danny about Elijah and to have him escape while he had a chance. However, there was ultimately no chance for him to escape from what he knew of Elijah's nature. Elijah had killed grown men when he was merely just a boy. Clockwork slammed his fists against the edge of the crystal but could ultimately do nothing. He sighed and lowered his arms. Well if Danny performed a miracle, like he somehow seemed to do now and again, it might just save him.

Elijah had already propped himself up on his arms and looked down at his chest. Well the boy's fight or flight response was strong. But it was nothing really more than an underdog's excuse. Looking over to Danny, Elijah pulled out his sword again. He honestly was not in the mood to deal with this boy's interference anymore. As the crimson blade began to glow red with heat, Elijah began to charge.

Danny saw the blade and tried to get up quickly. His eyes widened as his legs slipped into a ghostly tail. He flew toward the gravestones and tried to slow Elijah with them but it was useless. He could hear him catching up. As he turned around to try and dart around Elijah, he felt time slowing down. He could see Elijah was almost directly in front of him, the same confident grin on his face. Danny tried to fly away from him but he couldn't move. He soon was suddenly aware of a painful feeling in his gut. Danny looked down and stared in horror.

Elijah had pierced his stomach with his sword.

Danny moved a trembling hand toward the blade, seeing that it was slightly off to the side, not hitting directly in the middle. As he soon realized the situation, the pain increasingly grew. As the fire started to burn him from inside of his torso, Danny cried out in agony. Elijah only smiled as he left the blade there for a while longer.

With his sadistic nature satiated for now, Elijah pulled out his sword from Danny's torso, letting the halfa fall to the ground. The war prince moved up toward Danny and put his heavy boot on Danny's chest.  Danny groaned and looked up at the ghost that had stabbed him in the chest. The smell of the corpses was making him dizzy as well as the loss of blood from his chest.

"So, halfa, I think I'll take my leave if you don't mind. You're not even worth a swift kill from my blade." Elijah said as he pressed a little harder on Danny's chest. With a snap of his fingers, the corpses lined up into perfect rows like soldiers. Elijah nodded back to them and they started marching back toward his temporary base of operations. With a wry laugh, Elijah looked back down to Danny, who was presently in his human form, bleeding heavily.

"Be thankful. The only thing I'm leaving you with is a deep wound to the stomach. I don't have the patience to disembowel you." He said, taking his foot off and walking away, the clouds starting to produce rain. He still refused to reveal his identity. Elijah only gave his name to worthy and strong opponents. The halfa was now deemed neither.

"Danny!" A female voice cried. Elijah was already out of sight by the time Danny heard Sam's running footsteps. He couldn't stay conscious. His blood loss and pain were too much. As he felt Sam and Tucker checking him over and trying to stop the bleeding, Danny passed out. Just who was that ghost…?
Here's the fight between Elijah and Danny. Hopefully it's as good as I hoped it would be. ^^

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vedisdragon's avatar
LOL i saw your RP in the comment...and i died laughing.

"I'm in a soup can!.....YES!!"
FAIL CHAOS, FAIL.
and with elijah being repeatly slammed into a wall...doesnt that ring a BELL? XDD TUE *GONG GONG GONG GONG*