A Setting Sun
The three teenagers watched as the bright orb fell below the hill. A perfect sunset was something they rarely got to see. Danny stood up shaking his raven hair from his face. He reached out a hand to both of his friends pulling them up. It was night now there was ghosts on the loose and they had work to do.
They all turned to make their way down the hill. The three friends picked their way down the trail as bright stars started to appear in the velvet sky. Danny stopped abruptly, Tucker nearly colliding with the now stationary halfa.
"What's wrong" asked Sam. Danny looked up towards the now ebony sky.
"Do you hear that" he inquired.
"Hear what?" a confused Tucker responded.
" It sounds like a screeching noise, it kinda hurts my ears" Danny looked down at them "You don't hear it?"
Suddenly a blue mist came from his mouth.
"It's because they can't." The three ghost fighters swiftly turned around to face the newcomer. She was a tall girl maybe 16 years old. Her feet hung below her as she floated several inches of the ground. Waist-length white hair fell around her. She wore a grey dress that fell a little short of her knees. A dead flower hung next to a pointed ear. Her dress was a tattered mess, sleeves hung to her elbows as dirt and patches adored her outfit. Her eyes were a grey-blue that seemed to make everything colder. "They cannot hear it" she continued "because they are not ghosts."
"Who are you" asked Danny his usually blue eyes were glowing a menacing neon green. The ghost smiled there was no warmth to be found in it.
"I am Detora" She brought up a hand to examine pointed nails, "My screech usually brings ghosts to their knees in pain, I guess it won't work on you in your human form." She looked up her eyes growing colder. "Humans cannot hear my spectral screech you could say it is a refined version of your ghostly wail."
"How do you know about my ghostly wail" snapped Danny he edged forward so he was between the strange ghost and his friends.
"I know a lot about you " Detora replied, "I like to keep tabs on interesting ghosts" She waved a dismissive hand as if it meant nothing to her but a game
"You'll see what makes me interesting if you don't leave here now"
The white ghost laughed the three friends shivered, her laugh was like glass shards falling on ice.
"You don't know how long I have been waiting to meet you in combat, but I'm afraid tonight was just to test you." She floated up and vanished from sight but her voice went on "I will be back Danny Phantom I will return and I won't be here just to test you"
Silence. Danny surveyed the star-dotted sky with baby blue eyes. He turned to Sam and Tucker. "I can't sense her anymore" He looked around again. "We need to investigate" he said finally. But, once again blue mist came issuing from his mouth as three ectopusses raced passed. Danny rolled his eyes "We'll have to talk about her later."
A couple hours three ectopusses and one box ghost later the trio all huddled over Jazz's computer.
"Detora you say, don't worry we can get something on her" assured Jazz. She typed rapidly till she came to a site with a drawing of a similar ghost. "hmmmm" The 16 year old pushed her lips together in annoyance at the scant information on the page. "This is the only thing I could find."
"There's got to be more" replied an outraged Tucker "Technology never let us down before. We just need a better computer."
"Tucker this is not about computers" Responded Sam
Jazz continued reading as the argument increased behind her. She suddenly stood up not looking from the computer screen.
"You guys" She said calling back the three teenagers attention, "you got to look at this"