Hello fellow readers/writers:
It's been a while since I've last visited the DP phandom. This is just another cute story idea I came up with. Those who have read my stories before know that I'm not one to keep up with updates, but don't worry. I already have this story planned out, so I'll be sure to update! Review and enjoy! :D
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With his body battered and his energy depleted, Danny Phantom could hardly stay afloat, let alone retain his ghost form any longer. Danny glanced at his watch curiously: 2:00 AM, he read, then yawned. Ghost patrol usually ended at ten, so he could make it back in time for curfew, but tonight was one of those nights where every single ghost decided they wanted to play a game of cat-and-mouse with Danny. He was lucky Jazz was on their team now, and was covering for him back at home.
He took one last scan through the empty streets of his hometown one last time, just to make sure no ghosts were left trying to blow up stuff, or take over the world. Thankfully, the coast remained clear.
Danny released a tired sigh of relief. Unfortunately, a familiar breath of a blue wisp unknowingly came along with it.
"Argh, what is it now?" Danny exasperated in frustration. He stopped and turned around, trying to seek out the ghostly threat. He silently hoped it was just the Box Ghost fooling around, but had no such luck. Then, he saw it: a giant, green blob the size of Casper High School looked like it was trying to swallow Casper High School whole. Just another normal night in the wonderful town of Amity Park.
"This should be quick," Danny told himself as he flew over to the glowing, big creature, trying to rip the school from the ground.
"Look, I'm not a big fan of school either, but I don't think eating it is going to help. Trust me, you don't even want to know what Wednesday's special is." Danny taunted, successfully gaining the monster's full attention. It roared in anger at Danny and tried to swing several punches at him, but Danny easily dodged his sloppy attacks.
"Maybe you should take it up with the Lunch Lady back in the ghost zone." Danny took his Fenton thermos from his belt and aimed it at the ghost monster. But before he had a chance to summon the blue beam to suck it inside the thermos, Danny screamed as he felt a beam hit him from behind. It sent him hurtling down on the school football field, giving the green ghost blob the opportunity to escape. And, it did.
Danny managed to create a good-sized dent on the ground. Even though Danny managed to recover quickly, he still held his head in confusion. The blurry images dancing in his eyes began to clear up, revealing two bald, heavily-armed men riding on futuristic-like scooters, hovering over Danny's scrawny body.
"Surrender yourself to the Guys in White if you know what's good for you, ghost punk." They directed their guns at Danny to emphasize their point.
But Danny only glared back at them in annoyance and quickly picked himself up from the ground to adjust his body into a ready-to-fight position.
"You again!" Danny recalled their last fight not so long ago. He thought they would leave him alone after using the Reality Gauntlet to erase their memories of hunting him, but it looked like the effects weren't permanent. "You guys are the ones letting all these ghosts out into Amity Park!" Danny pointed his finger in accusation.
But they ignored him, and began firing continuous shots of ecto-energy. Luckily, Danny's enhanced ghost instincts enabled him to dodge all of the shots.
"I'm going to take that as a 'yes'." He mumbled to himself before he yelped upon seeing another white beam, ready to push him back down. Instinctively, he attempted to move out of the way, so the shot only skimmed his shoulder.
"Ack! Ok, seriously! You people need to start getting a life, and, you know, stop stalking mine!" Danny sourly told the two men as he cradled his new injury. "That job already belongs to the fangirls."
They didn't find any amusement in his wisecracks. One of the men, Agent O caught him offguard and didn't hesitate to fire another blast from his ecto-powered handgun. It successfully slammed Danny square on his chest and back onto the grounds of the school field.
"We don't have time for your games, Phantom. You've caused enough trouble as it is."
"Me? You guys are the ones causing trouble! I was the one trying to stop the big, ugly bad dude from swallowing the school, but I guess you two released that guy too." Danny reminded them. "Besides, aren't you Wackos in White getting paid to hunt ghosts? You guys should be doing me a favour and spend less time trying to dissect my insides, and more time chasing down the Box Ghost, or… something."
"Other ghosts are too predictable." One of the men answered. "Your negative behaviour with other ghosts and your strangely strong attachment with the human world only proves your difference is worth researching."
"Which is why we must dissect and study your structure." Agent K added.
"With experiments."
"Lots and lots of painful experiments."
Danny rolled his eyes. He wasn't exactly in the mood to deal with these idiots at the moment. "Sounds fun," He mumbled sarcastically. "Sorry I can't stick around for it." He grunted as he rapidly released a number of ecto-blasts at the hunters to serve as distractions before he fled the scene.
But, the Guys in White weren't about to quit so easily. Upon easily dodging Danny's attack, they followed up closely behind Danny's trail and quickly went on the offense.
Agent O continuously fired his weapon, while Agent K brought out one of his black ballpoint pens from his suit. Upon clicking the back, a larger, much more deadly-looking weapon sprouted out. From it, Agent K aimed and launched an ecto-net at Danny.
"What the-gah!" Danny didn't look back in time and yelped as the green-coated web sent his weak form sailing toward towards the street grounds, ultimately rendering him immobile. No amount of struggling in his current state seemed to make a difference. He was trapped.
A vile smirk crawled upon their faces as they watched helpless Danny Phantom struggle in their inevitable trap.
"Let me go!" Danny demanded between struggled grunts. "I so don't have time for this, I have to stay awake for a test tomorrow!" But the men casually ignored his cries.
"The prey has been caught," Agent O stated factually.
"Now we just need to make sure it stays that way." Agent K calmly pulled out another device from his uniform: a small pushbutton, and he gripped it firmly in a fashion where his thumb hovered over the blinking, red light the device emitted.
"What's that?" Agent O asked, curiously glancing at his partner's new weapon.
"This is our mission. The boss saved this, just for Phantom." Agent K answered evilly. "That ghost punk likes to play games so much, let's see how he likes this one." With one swift movement, he drove his thumb downwards and then, his actions were confirmed with the sound of a beeeep.
Danny hoarsely released a blood-curdling scream as he felt the unbearable pain rippled further throughout his small frame. Every one of his muscles began shaking uncontrollably and every one of them hurt like hell. Then, his heart. Danny felt something tug at his heart, making it beat faster, and faster. Danny remembered being electrocuted several times during his battles with other ghosts, like Skulker and Technus, but never has he felt one so... overwhelming. He couldn't think, he couldn't see, he couldn't hear, and then suddenly, he went numb. He didn't realize his screaming growing louder, and louder.
The Guys in White sadistically watched Danny suffer from their contraption on the sidelines. Their reactions remain emotionless as Agent K's thumb continued to hold down the red button, but subtle smirks were noted. When suddenly, Agent O frowned.
"Wait, look." He pointed over to Danny's struggling figure. His frail voice reached a point where the Guys in White felt it forcing them away. Green waves were faintly seen as though they were being emitted from his mouth. Windows around the area began shattering, the structures of many buildings began to crack and miscellaneous objects followed in that specific direction. Danny was using his Ghostly Wail.
"Stop him." Agent K ordered his partner, while trying to stay in maintain stability on his scooter.
"How?" Agent O maintained his monotoned expression, despite their frantic situation.
"Bring out the Ecto-Shield." But before either of the men could do anything, they both lost balance on their vehicles, and were blown back against a cold brick wall, along with the other street objects. Upon falling unconscious, Agent K released the button, abruptly ceasing Danny's torture.
As soon as his Ghostly Wail broke through the ecto-net prison, Danny collapsed onto his knees, drenched in sweat and struggling to catch his breath. He stared at the cold, gravel pavement. In his current condition, the ground looked like the most comfortable mattress in the world. After all he's been through, Danny just wanted to curl up into a ball and sleep, but he didn't get much time to relax before he noticed the two Guys in White slowly beginning to regain consciousness.
Danny immediately panicked when he recognized his clothes had shifted from a black-and-white HAZMAT jump suit, back into his casual red-and-white T-shirt and his baggy jeans.
"Have to get out of here," Danny told himself weakly. After forcing himself up, he limped away from the area as quickly as his injuries would allow to head back home.
"He got away." Agent K displayed the remains of the ecto-net as he reported in to the dark figure, hidden in the screen of his communicator linked around his wrist. "But we completed the mission, like you asked."
"Blast that Ghostly Wail of his." The figure whispered to himself in frustration, but immediately calmed down and sighed. "No matter. You two have done an excellent job." The figure gave them an unnerving smile as he slowly tapped his fingers together thoughtfully, one-by-one.
"We'll start up the search again right away, sir." Agent O promised.
"Oh, there's no need need for that." The figure told them calmly. "Let Phantom have his fun for now. I have much greater plans in store for him." He looked down upon his desk, towering over a black-and-white designed chessboard, set up with every piece perfectly lined up against each other. He lightly pinched the top of one of the black, centre pawns and shifted its position two spaces closer to the opposing side. Then, collected his attention back at the communicator. "Here's what I need you two to do..."
Let the game begin.
I'm not going to make this story sad or emotional or anything (mainly because I'm not a super awesome author who knows how to do that witchcraft). It's just meant to tug your inner fangirl a bit! Everyone needs a tug every once in a while! :D Hope you guys enjoyed! Next chap hopefully will be up by next week!
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