Shadow Rose

AU, DS, Ever wondered what you'd get if you threw five kids with alter-egos into a ghost infected city? Let Mayhem unfold as a ghost hybrid, ghost hunter, crime fighter, criminal and genetically engineered human set out to prove themselves.

Chapter One

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(Rose Andersons Narrative)

Most people my age worry about trivial things; their boyfriends, their best friends who they think are having an affair with their boyfriends and so on. Then there's me, although I can't say there's just me, there's Danny Phantom, the Night Rider, the Huntress and the Hidden PDA… no idea who came up with that one, but that's beside the point. Right now I'm talking about me; and me only, I hope.

I'm a very difficult person to explain; I was orphaned at the age of three and 'donated' to a top-secret testing facility. You're probably thinking that I've seen one two many episodes of The Facility… oh no wait, that show doesn't come out until 2050. But I'm getting off track; again. My ramblings are probably raising a heap of questions; and I'm sorry, I'm hopeless at keeping track of just one thing, perhaps I should start at the beginning of Our story.

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I groaned as I took in the sight of the place I was going to spend six hours a day; five days a week at. A large tacky sign proclaimed the name as 'Casper High', Great. I could already see the group of Varsity Jocks 'checking me out', typical, everywhere I go, just because I have looks, maybe I could get plastic surgery to make myself ugly was my most recent random musing. Someone pushed me and squealed, of course, every school had one. "My nail!" she shrieked in a very fake Spanish accent "It's ruined!" I rolled my eyes; I'm a great eye-roller.

As I began the dreary trudge to the door I noticed a nervous looking boy standing just outside the front door. Curious, I could have sworn I'd seen him before, then it hit me… or at least I thought it hit me; I'd seen him at the New Students Orientation Evening the previous week, what was his name again? Denny Something? No, not Denny; Danny, Danny Fenton.

Danny spotted me and jumped, or at least, he jerked. "Um, it's Rose right." I nodded, smiling, I don't normally smile, it undermines my intimidating reputation, but in Danny's case I made an example, I find him sweet, and a little bit clueless. Scrap that last statement, he's very clueless. This became apparent when he gaped in lovesick awe at the Fake Hispanic girl, whose name I later found out was Paulina. Then he saw me, bigger problem.

"So, do you remember where to go?" I asked him, I remember everything perfectly but I thought I should 'forget' a few standard things to avoid freaking another possible friend out. Before you ask, yes, that sort of things happens a lot. Danny scrunched his face up in concentration, ha, cute.

"That way I think," the direction he was pointing was the wrong way.

"It's the other way," I said bluntly, yeah, when it comes to tact, I'm pathetic.

By that time Danny was looking kind of intimidated, I remember was I was actually 15, rather than my current age, which I will not disclose. This is something I come up with every day, and I wanted to make Daniel Fenton an exception. "Sorry, I… suddenly remembered." We head down the hall comparing timetables, as it turned out we had the same class first, which was English with a Mr Lancer.

"Ah, Miss Anderson, Mr Fenton, you're on time. We were about to go in, wait here and I will assign you a seating buddy." I felt like rolling my eyes, teachers, they were all the same. While we waited I watched the people file in. There were your usual school freaks, I've already mentioned the Varsity Jocks, and their ringleader seemed to be some large blonde oaf who was tipping me winks to the disapproval of his Girlfriend, Paulina.

It was a standard high school including geeks, nerds, individualists, plastics and the occasional Goth or emo. I could only see two Goth in this class, a fairly petite girl in combat boots and a redhead with an attitude, I found this out when she shoved me and said sarcastically "oops."

I was hoping that Lancer would partner me and Danny but he put Danny with an African-American Techno Geek (who was armed with two different versions of PDA and approximately half a dozen other technical items that I couldn't identify). I was put next to the petite dark-haired Goth, whose name was Sam. Sam glared at me and proceeded to ignore me for the rest of the period. The other Goth must have decided it was her task to ruin the rest of my school life.

By Lunch I had gum in my hair and someone had stolen my Science Textbook, Great. Danny and I had decided to stick together and found a spot at the end of the table where the Techno-Geek sat, his name was Tucker. Tucker sidled up to me and grinned "Hi, I'm Tucker, Tucker Foley. That's TF as in Too Fine." I flinched.

"Um… Hi? Um, no offence or anything, but, please don't Hit on Me." He looked a bit downtrodden.

"Okay, Hi Danny." Danny grunted and coughed.

Something hit the back of my head and I winced. "Um, why is Margot Blakeney throwing pebbles at you?" Pebbles! No wonder I felt a slight twinge of pain, I'm not normally pain receptive.

"My name is Madison!" Margot roared at him from across the cafeteria., I rubbed the back of my head.

"What's your name anyway?" Tucker asked.

"I'm Rose, Rose Anderson."

"Can I call you Rosie?"

"No."

In the space of one day I had gained two friends, an army of admirers, two enemies (Paulina and Margot) and the day wasn't even over yet. A dark haired and skinned girl sat down at our table. "Hi, welcome to Casper, I'm Valerie." I smiled at her too, I needed a friend who was a girl, I told her my name and introduced Danny. "So where are you guys from." I have to admit I kinda panicked when she said that, what was I to say? Thankfully Danny answered.

"I was home schooled since we moved here a few years ago."

"Really? I've never seen you around."

"I live at Fenton Works," Danny said glumly. Even being new to town I knew about the Fentons. Slightly Crazy ghost hunters who regularly chased after the towns resident dead renegades.

"What I want to know about is the Protection Three," I said. Was it just me? Or did both Danny and Valerie's eyes light up at the mention of the Infamous Three? The two of them started talking at once. Valerie stopped and blushed, Danny made small hand motions and she went on.

"The Protection Three is the collective name for three freelancers, The Huntress; a ghost hunter, The Night Rider; a Crime Fighter and Danny Phantom; a ghost fighting ghost." Her tone had turned a bit frosty at the mention of Phantom.

Tucker yawned, "Can't we do something else? I've heard so much about them I feel I know them personally. We could always talk about the Hidden PDA." The what?

"No," Valerie said sharply. Danny shrugged and turned to me.

"Wanna go for a movie after school?"

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We ended up seeing a horror flick that afternoon and hanging out at Tucker's place with pizza. That evening I did a web search on the Protection Three. I came up with the following articles;

The Protection Three are the self-proclaimed freelancing protectors of Amity Park. For more information see Danny PhantomNight Rider, the and Red Huntress, the.

I clicked on the first link; Danny Phantom.

Danny Phantom, formerly called Inviso-Bill, used to be Public Enemy Number One in the City of Amity Park. Nowadays he is known as the hero of Amity Park and is regularly seen fighting supernatural threats. All attacks against Phantom have stopped except for disbanded Government agency, the Guys in White (see Guys in White) and the Red Huntress (see Red Huntress, the

There was a lot more information on what he'd done and some pictures that looked strangely familiar but I clicked on the link to the Red Huntress.

The Red Huntress, once thought to be a menace, is now one of the foremost and best protectors of Amity Park. She mostly works on her own but occasionally has been seen working with the Night Rider (see Night Rider, the). The Red Huntress appears to have a grudge against Danny Phantom (see Danny Phantom) whom she has often been seen attacking. Because of this her popularity has slipped owing to the public response to the ghost hero.

I suppose Valerie must be one of the few who agree with the Huntress, but I thought she said that all three of them were freelancers? The Night Rider's page was pretty much the same as the other two's.

The Night Rider is the third member of the Protection Three and Amity Parks greatest Crime Fighter. Many hope that he will be the one to bring down the infamous Hidden PDA (see Hidden PDA

The Hidden PDA? Tucker had mentioned that one, I followed the link and a message and picture popped up on screen, it had somehow escaped the notice of my security firewall.

'All Hail the PDA!' Was the message and a picture of a PDA framed with a love heart. It looked like something Tucker would do. There were no pictures on the page, just text and several links.

The Hidden PDA is a notorious criminal who deals in stolen technology and to whom has been attributed the theft of over fifty technical products in the past year. Many have speculated…

I left it at that and copied the main points of each article into a word document before shutting the computer down, it was time for the Protection Three to meet the new girl.

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You're probably wondering what I'm talking about, new girl? What new girl? Well you know how I was the subject of experimentation? I developed many unnatural skills over the years that I vowed to use for good, to help other people. This all sounds very melodramatic I know, but it's true. I am a modern day Zorro of sorts. I liked to call myself the Shadow Rose, again, yes, melodramatic.

If I was to describe myself I would not do a very good job, I would either over or understate myself and leave out many things that I do not think are relevant but actually are. My form of disguise is to cover myself from head to toe in black clothing, leggings, boots, long sleeved shirt, gloves etc. I tend to plait my hair and wind a strip of black cloth around my head. To cover my face I wear a mask with holes for eyes.

I opened the window of my pokey flat where I now lived, alone, as usual, and slipped out, feet first. There was a fire escape just outside my window, one of the reasons I chose the place. I forsook the stairs choosing instead to climb down the side. I spun around and began jogging through the shadows towards a growing commotion.

There were crashes and flashes of green. Plasma Rays: Danny Phantom. I found the scene is disarray, the Red Huntress was shooting at Phantom, who was trying to escape from her and capture a giant ghost-squid in some sort of… thermos? I spiralled vortex suddenly reached into the night and sucked the squid out of view. Phantom vanished and the Huntress screamed in frustration before flying off. I turned around and almost jumped! Staring were a pair of glowing green ones, he had found me.