Chapter 1
In Amity Park, Illinois, a young sixteen year old boy with raven black hair watched Tiffany Snow's newscast of the incident in New York. Beside him, his two best friends, Sam Manson and Tucker Foley, watched with shock.
"This is Tiffany Snow of Amity Park, Illinois, reporting live from the Manhattan skyline." An unusually cheery reporter said. She was sitting inside of a helicopter hovering high above New York City, luckily out of the Chitauri's range. "Thirty minutes ago, what witnesses have described as a black hole has opened up above the island of Manhattan, and the city is now being besieged by a hostile force of unknown origin."
"In only a few minutes, dozens of people have been in the chaos and military forces are unsure of how to handle the situation. But precisely fifteen minutes ago, a military aircraft of some kind crashed along the Triborough Bridge, bringing with it a mysterious party that has risen in defense of the city and is combatting this hostile force. While we are still trying to get more information on the team, we are aware that Tony Stark's Iron Man is involved."
"Oh my god…" Sam said with wide eyes. One boy, an African American kid named Tucker Foley, just looked with a stupefied expression.
However, the black haired boy, Danny Fenton, just sighed. "Great. As if ghosts were bad enough. Now there are aliens, too?"
"I don't know, Danny." Sam said. "It looks like those heroes are taking care of things down there."
"But where did they come from?"
"Well," the three teens looked back to see Danny's sister, Jazz, come into the room, "one of them is Iron Man. Maybe he called them all in?"
"I don't know, sis." Danny muttered, returning his focus to the TV.
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A month later
Director Nick Fury sat in his office, looking over Agent Sitwell's report over the unknown object that landed in the Rocky Mountains. He looked over it again, worried. Putting it down, he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Glancing to his left, he picked up his phone and dialed Agent Wrekk's cell phone number.
After waiting for her to pick up, he smirked at the sarcastic reply that followed.
"Whatever it is, Nick, I'm sure it can wait." Soladat Wrekk's annoyed voice said.
"With how we work, Agent Wrekk, there's no time to wait." Fury responded. "We have a situation in the Rocky Mountains we'd like you to look into."
"The Rockies?" Soladat said. "I kinda prefer the beaches of Miami right now, Nick."
"I'm sure you are." Fury said. "But we're looking at possibly another alien visitation, and I think that's important enough to drag you out of your vacation time."
"Another one?" Soladat responded, sounding shocked. "Is Earth now suddenly the universal vacation spot?"
"I don't know, Soladat." Nick said. "I just need you to investigate it. We're not sure exactly what it is. It could just be a meteorite for all we know."
"But why me?" Soladat said. "What about Natasha or Clint? Hell what about Darcy and Xegh? I mean they're our experienced alien fighters here, right?"
"Agent Romanoff and Agent Barton are off of surveying potential candidates for the Initiative. As for Thordis and Hikesh, they're both at the New Mexico installation helping Ms. Foster and Dr. Selvig in their research." Fury explained. "And I can't even reach Stark or Rogers, so you're the best I've got right now."
On the other end, Soladat sighed. "Fine. Just give me the location and I'll be there as soon as I can."
"Affirmative." Fury said. "Fury out."
Fury hung up, and then sat back in his chair, trying to relax. Whatever Archangel found up there, he hoped it wasn't bad.
Suddenly, the door opened, and Fury blinked when he saw Agent Maureen Tremel enter nervously.
"Director?" Tremel said.
"Agent Tremel?"
"Uh, yes." Tremel stuttered. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything."
"Not at all." Fury said nicely. "What did you need?"
Tremel smiled, and held out a file she was carrying. "I was looking over some of the dossiers you posted, when I found this. It was one of the oldest files you had posted, but it didn't look like it had actually been reviewed very much."
Fury raised an eyebrow at the file and took it. As he read it over, Tremel continued speaking.
"I went over it several times." She said. "And it took me a while to actually grasp the concept of the whole thing, but Dr. Mandrakis was able to shine a little light on the whole thing, and I believe that…"
"I remember this file." Fury said, his face lacking expression. "It was one of the files we recovered from the Guys in White after we shut their organization down."
Tremel blinked. "The Guys in White?"
"Some joke agency whose goal was to eliminate stuff of the paranormal level." Fury explained. "Unfortunately, they had very little concern for civilian safety, and were responsible for nearly fifty deaths during a botched mission. As a result, the World Security Council shut them down and donated all their resources to S.H.I.E.L.D."
"I see." Tremel said, impressed. "But what about the file?"
Fury looked down at the file. "Agent Coulson," Tremel visibly flinched at the mention of her deceased mentor. How she missed him. "gave this to me two years ago when the ghost situation in Amity Park grew out of control."
"Ghost situation?" Tremel said, blinking. "So… the file is actually viable? There really are ghosts out there?"
"Not exactly." Fury said, scratching the back of his neck. "That's what everyone thought, but we know the full truth. Several years back, S.H.I.E.L.D. made a few deals with Vlad Masters, Amity Park's mayor who was just a university student at the time. He was working on trying to discover the secrets behind ectoplasm, a unique element exteriorized from dead tissue. For years even we didn't know the element's purpose, but Masters was able to find a lead."
"What kind of lead?" Tremel asked.
"He discovered the existence of a parallel dimension composed entirely of ectoplasm." Fury said. "He called it the Ghost Zone."
Tremel looked awestruck. "Why?"
"It was the place where all ectoplasm was formed, and since ectoplasm exteriorizes in the real world through dead beings, it borrowed astral fragments of the figure who died and takes them back to the Ghost Zone, where they are melded with ectoplasm to create full ectoplasm based beings." Fury explained. "Because they had the ability to become intangible and possess other creatures, we referred to them as Ghosts."
Tremel nodded in understanding, and let Fury return to the original subject. "Anyway, Masters spent a few years working with his colleague, Jack Fenton, on creating a portal that would allow access to the Ghost Zone from Earth. They succeeded, but a mishap caused the portal to explode and Masters vanished. We haven't heard from him since."
"But what about all the Ghosts in Amity Park?" Tremel said. "Where did they come from?"
"After Masters cut contact, Jack Fenton continued his colleague's research with his wife in Amity Park, Illinois. After a few years of… strenuous research, they were able to create a more functioning portal." Fury said, and grimaced. "Unfortunately, this allowed the Ghosts to access Earth freely, and since Ghosts are naturally hostile, Amity Park became a frequent victim of Ghost attacks. Since S.H.I.E.L.D. had no conventional methods of combatting Ghosts, we couldn't do anything to stop the attacks."
Tremel frowned. "But what about the Ghost Boy from the file? He wasn't hostile, and it sounded like he was trying to stop the other Ghosts."
Fury rubbed his chin and sat back. "That's one small detail we never managed to figure out. Whoever he was, he was able to minimize the Ghost problem, and since then, Ghost attacks are about as rare as scarlet fever."
Tremel kept staring at the file, amazed. Then, she looked back at Fury, frowning.
"That file hasn't been touched in two years." She said. "How come you never bothered to look into it more."
Fury glanced up at Tremel. "Don't you think we would if we could? The past two years have been pretty slippery, Agent Tremel. With the Tesseract and Loki…"
Tremel smiled sheepishly. "Right…"
"But," Fury said, and Tremel looked up, "now that you've brought this up, I feel like we shouldn't let it pass."
"What are you suggesting?" Tremel asked.
Fury smirked. "I think it's time we investigated Amity Park. Are any of our shadow agents available?"
Tremel shrugged. "You sent Agent Wrekk to the Rocky Mountains, and we haven't been able to contact Agent Barton. But Agent Romanoff just returned from her mission in Hokkaido."
Fury nodded. "Excellent. Get me Romanoff."
"Yes, sir." Tremel said, smiling at her superior. She quickly picked up the file, and left Fury's office.
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"My dear, I think we've found an opening." Mephisto said, smiling evilly. Before him, Claire Voyant cocked an eyebrow in confusion.
"Have we?" Claire asked, curious. "Might I ask what?"
"The human group that you call S.H.I.E.L.D. have chosen now to investigate the 'ghost problem' in that miserable hole called Amity Park." Mephisto hissed. "I sense there is something there that may prove us value."
Claire's eyes flashed in realization. "The Ghost Boy."
Mephisto nodded. "Precisely."
"What do I have to do?" Claire inquired.
"Go to Amity Park, seek out the Ghost Child." Mephisto instructed. "But do not attack him. Instead, attack what is most dear to him."
Claire's eyes narrowed. "That's… a strange request, Lord Mephisto. Should I be curious as to what your reason behind it is?"
"No." Mephisto said plainly. "But you'll find out in time. I respect you enough to not leave you in the dark forever, Claire Voyant, that I can promise you."
Claire smirked. "I see. Well then, I'll be on my way."
As Claire started to leave, she suddenly sensed that her master wasn't done with her, and stopped. Mephisto smirked.
"While I admire your confidance, I have no intention of sending you on this excursion alone."
Claire glared at her master in outrage. "Excuse me?"
"You are powerful, my dear." Mephisto said. "But there are forces in this universe that even you cannot handle alone. But do not worry, I have others who are willing to aid us."
With a wave of Mephisto's hand, a torrent of fire appeared nearby. As the flames died down, Claire frowned at the figure standing there. A demonic creature, completely black in color with blood red eyes. It's mouth was filled with razor sharp teeth, and his head was covered with black dreadlock-like appendages. He had a lean, masculine figure, and he flashed his teeth at Claire.
"This is my son, Blackheart." Mephisto introduced. "He will help you against the Ghost Child."
"Your son?" Claire said, incredulously. "I don't ever recall you needing an heir, my lord."
Mephisto shrugged. "I think of him as more of a… student. One who will learn to serve me just as you have."
Claire glared at her master. "If I didn't know any better I'd think you were trying to replace me."
Mephisto smiled, and Claire nearly cringed at how awful it looked on his face. "You would assume such. You always were untrusting, even of me. But no, I have no intention of losing you, Claire. In fact, I'm hoping Blackheart will see you as something of a teacher. He may learn something from you."
Claire glared at Mephisto, then at Blackheart, who just gave her a demonic smile that she sneered at. After glancing between the two demons, she sighed in defeat.
"Fine."
Mephisto smirked. "Good. You two have fun."
In a haze of fire, Mephisto vanished, leaving Claire and Blackheart alone. Claire glared at her new partner, who gave her a twisted smile.
"So," Blackheart hissed, his voice low and ominous, "shall we begin?"
And that's the start of my third dossier fic. If you could tell by Fury's conversation with Soladat Wrekk, the events of this fic take place during Dossier: Kirby. For those of you who wondered why I picked Danny Phantom, he has always been a childhood fad of mine. I couldn't resist. Don't like, don't read.
Now, those who've read my other two dossier fics, Kirby and Taepalae, have wondered if I'm going to stop writing one to write the other. The answer is no. For now, I'm gonna try and focus all my effort on all three dossier fics, and yes, for now there will only be three.
Hope you like how this fic looks. Review pleaz.
