DANNY PHANTOM: THE WAY I SEE IT
DIAMOND GRYPHON
DATE: 11/ 21/ 06
The chapter is divided into 3 different points of view. Each point of view may occur before, after, or even during the previous one. I'll tell you who they are in the next chapter if you can't guess.
CHAPTER 1: IT ALL STARTED
1
The way I see it, it all started 15 years ago.
That was when he said goodbye.
He didn't give me a reason. He just said, "Goodbye, I have to leave. I won't be coming back." He didn't do it for me, or himself, or anyone else. He did it because he needed to.
He left. He left, and he never came back.
The town was in a crisis. After haunting the town for almost a year, InvisoBill was gone, and they finally realized how much they needed him. They didn't consider him a hero, but he had claimed Amity Park as his territory and drove other ghosts out, or so the story goes.
A week before he left, Danny disappeared.
There was no note, no warning. His room was untouched. He didn't struggle, didn't pack. He was gone.
His parents drowned their grief in their work. They created new inventions and new weapons. The family photos faded, his name was avoided, and in time he was forgotten.
Ghosts invaded. No one special, just Skulker or Ember, but InvisoBill wasn't there. The Fentons were turned to. They sold their knowledge and gear; they grew rich.
That should have been the end of it, but it was only the beginning. 15 years later, I taught at Casper High. I loved it; all my life I had enjoyed working with kids and I was living my dream. I was so busy I could forget about Danny.
That worked for the most part, until a student came in to ask for ghost advice. She thought she was being haunted.
"I only caught a glimpse of him." She told me. "And all I saw of him was a pair of glowing, green eyes staring back at me."
2
The way I see it, it all started on my birthday, two months ago.
That was when I saw him.
Maybe I'm just paranoid. He might just be my imagination.
On my birthday, I got a book on ghosts. Not a cut bump-in-the-night kind, a scientific-case-study book on ghosts.
Lovely gift for a 15 year-old who wanted absolutely nothing to do with things that couldn't be explained. Note the sarcasm.
I went downstairs to our basement, my refuge. That was the only time I saw him. I was in so much shock that all I remember seeing before he winked out of existence was his eyes.
They were a vibrant, glowing green.
I believed in ghosts, I had seen ghosts. How could someone not if they lived in Amity Park? I didn't like acknowledging them though. I pretended they didn't exist.
I decided to shrug off the first encounter. I had just finished having an argument with my parents over ghosts. I'm sure I was just paranoid.
I kept hearing noises when I was in my basement; bumps, mumbles, things moved without anyone touching them. He stayed invisible, he never spoke, never bothered me.
It nearly drove me insane.
It wouldn't have been so bad if he had confronted me or attacked me. Then I could have called the ghost hunters and they would have beaten him up and captured him. But he never did anything. He was just there.
When registration came around for 10th grade, I looked forward to it. Don't get me wrong, I loathe school. But one of the teachers at Casper High was a Fenton, and that was just who I needed to see.
Don't ask me why the sole heir to a billion dollar company was working as a psychology teacher. I don't know and I don't care, but I was sure that Ms. Fenton would know what to do.
I didn't take psychology, didn't feel a need to. But if she was there to talk to students, I could ask her for advice.
Casper High was one of the older high schools in the district and was even more beat up after the many ghost attacks it had endured over the past decade or so. The white on the outside of the building had faded to a dull grey over the years. The only thing that stayed the same was the perpetual brown of the lawn. My parents had wanted me to go to one of the newer schools, like Concord, but I had firmly stated that I wouldn't go. The beat-up look of the high school contrasted nicely with the pristine grandeur at my house.
After talking to all my teachers, I made my way to Mrs. Fenton's room. Room 121 was run down and homely. She was talking to some parents so I waited patiently for her to finish.
While I was waiting I looked her over. She had long red hair; she wore a huge smile and a caring personality. Usually people like that made me retch.
After she was done, I went up to her. I told her I needed ghost advice. She didn't seem to like that but at least she didn't tell me to get lost.
I just told her the facts; I had only seen him once, I heard strange things and objects moved on their own. He didn't seem to be evil, just annoying.
She looked like she was bored and would just give me the phone number of some competent ghost hunter, until she heard my description of the spook.
"Green eyes?" She seemed immediately fascinated.
"Bright, green eyes." I assured her.
"I'll be at your house at seven." She looked like all her dreams had come true at once. Her happiness was sickening, but at least my ghost problems would be over.
She was punctual to a fault. It was almost scary. She didn't bring much, just a backpack filled with a few older and weaker weapons. I thought that was odd but I didn't comment.
She had a grim look on her face. It was night and day difference from when we last met. She was all business; she didn't even stare as she passed through the large mansion to get to the basement, where my grandmother was bowling.
Then again, her house was probably bigger.
She pulled out an old Ghost Tracker. The blinking readout showed that there was definitely a ghost in the corner of the room.
She walked over to the corner and looked up from the device expectantly.
3
The way I see it, it all started when the girl I was haunting brought in a ghost hunter.
I didn't know she was a ghost hunter at first.
I had never seen her before. And when she walked into the basement with the goth, I just assumed she was a friend, or a relative.
Then she pulled out a device that turned out to be some sort of ghost radar. It found me.
She walked over to the corner I was floating in and looked up.
"Hello?"
I didn't respond.
"Hey, I know you're there. My name is Jazz."
I hoped she would just leave me alone.
"Why are you haunting this room?"
Like I would tell her.
"Look, if you don't work with me then it will be harder for both of us."
I knew that, and I didn't care.
"Alright then, have it your way." She reached into a backpack and dug around. 'Jazz' pulled out what looked like a high-tech toy. She looked at it and sighed as if the thing had disappointed her.
Then it started beeping.
The ghost hunter looked suddenly happy and threw it . . . away from me?
The strange object continued beeping as it curved back around and headed strait for me. I didn't expect it so there was no time to turn intangible.
"Ow!"
There wasn't a large amount of pain, no electric shock. It just hit me. I accidentally became visible.
The hunter immediately grinned before pulling a Thermos out of her backpack.
"Come on, it's time you went home." Her overly happy voice was the last thing I heard before I was engulfed in darkness.
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