Yep. A new story, after not having uploaded any fucking thing in more than half a year.

So am I just gonna abandon this story too? No way! I never abandon my stories, I just never upload :P~

I've chose to write a little differently, writing the parts I want to write at the moment, then connecting it afterwards. So much easier.

I don't own Danny Phantom, yet I own this ghosthunter guy.

Enjoy or destroy~

Guys in White Headquarters, 19.34

"So you want me to exterminate this ghost?"

The commander of the organization looked upon the man in front of him. The ghosthunter wasn't very muscularly built, and he wasn't exactly young... Around his late fifties probably... Maybe even in his early sixties. But the man had a serious reputation as one of the best ghosthunters to set foot on this earth.

The man was clad in a dark grey jacket with the light grey stripes running diagonally from the shoulders and sides on the lowest part, into the middle where they connected around the jacket's zipper. His pants were a simple pair of black jeans, with a black belt hanging around, filled with all sorts of unrecognizable equipment for tracking down and catching ghosts.

The commander of the Guys in White nodded and continued giving the little info they had on the ghost.

"He's fast and extremely powerful, despite his young age. Determined, and refuses to give up on making the city believe that he isn't a wrongdoer. He's beaten ghosts far above his level in age, experience, and knowledge. He has almost completed his task of receiving the trust of the citizens, especially the young teens. Some of the elderly people still regard him with distrust though. He spends most of his time hunting down and fighting other ghosts. We've already sent you several pictures of him, so you should know what he looks like."

It was then the ghosthunters turn to nod. "I've seen them. So... This Danny Phantom has been a pain in your side for how long now?"

"Months. He got our attention when someone put a one million dollar bounty on his head. The bounty has been revoked, but we still hunt him to capture and dissect him. We'd like to get more information on his type of ghost. Unfortunately, he's been able to avoid all attempts at capture. He seems to grow more powerful with each passing day!"

The ghosthunter, who had been sitting with his black hat covering most of his face, bowed deep in thought, snapped his head up at the last words.

"Growing... more powerful? How?"

"Every time we fight him, he seems to have surpassed himself. He uses new techniques and his attacks seem to have grown in the amount of damage they cause to our weapons. It's the same when he's fighting other ghosts."

The ghosthunter frowned darkly. "I will need some days on my own to prepare. I will take care of Phantom afterwards."

The men shook hands and departed, the commander walking to his men's quarters and the ghosthunter to his car.

Returning to his lab, the ghosthunter walked over to the parcel sitting on the table. It was from the GiW organization. Having opened it two days ago, it had revealed what little info they had on the ghost. Not much, a couple of papers, some photos, but most importantly a small box with a bit of Phantom's hair. DNA in other words.

Letting his computer scan the hair, he waited for it to read the info.

He leaned back in his chair and sighed, thinking back to all his years as a ghosthunter. In the start there were precious few ghosts around, and he often had to travel all the way to Europe, Asia, Africa or even Australia to catch rampaging ghosts. He had been a lot younger back then, of course, and it was much easier to keep up with the work. He had also been a lot more naive, believing that all ghosts were automatically evil. Later he had learned the truth.

He had been young and foolish, taken a far greater task upon his shoulders than he could handle. The target ghost kept flying around him in random patterns, making it impossible to aim properly. Not having brought the right equipment with him, Gregoir had been at a disadvantage against said ghost, who had turned around and confronted him while he was trying to sneak up on it.

The fight had only lasted a few minutes before the young man was tossed to the ground, the specter floating above him, readying a powerful blast to end the fight permanently. Closing his eyes, Gregoir had cursed himself and waited for the inevitable, but it never came. A smaller ghost of a young girl had attacked the other ghost and tossed it to the ground, receiving the vicious blow herself. Acting quickly, Gregoir had jumped to his feet and captured the ghost while it was still dazed. Turning toward the other ghost, he had demanded an explanation.

He hadn't believed her when she said she didn't do it for her own gain. But nonetheless he had accepted her company as she guided him through the country, hunting down ghosts.

Over time he had begun to trust her, and almost viewed her as a friend... Until THAT happened...

He had been checking on some of his weapons, when suddenly he was shot away from them, landing harshly on his side. Turning towards his attacker, he recognized it as a ghost he had encountered and almost vaporized a few years ago. Now the specter was back for revenge.

The fight didn't last long. He didn't have any way of defending himself without his weapons, and the ghost was sure to have taken his life had it not been for the young ghost that accompanied him. She attacked the older and far more powerful ghost, pushing him a little away from Gregoir with her body. Looking back at him with misty eyes and a small smile she said farewell without words and eradicated herself with an explosion that took out the other ghost as well.

She had given her afterlife, her last chance of being in this world, to save his human life. Gregoir had never felt so horrible as when he saw the last pieces of her vaporize together with the vicious ghost.

That day he realized that ghosts might not all be evil. He had kept this in mind every time he began hunting a new ghost, trying to find the reason behind their attacks, rather than just shooting first and asking questions later like he used to. He kept this in mind when he heard about Phantom, the young ghost teen of Amity Park.

He had done a little research on Phantom already, and he had his doubts about this particular ghost being truly evil. But if his foreboding proved true... The computer cut off his thoughts by declaring it had read the DNA through. Lot of the detail was missing, but one thing stood out clear from the screen.

The ghosthunter closed his eyes and shivered lightly. He was right. It had happened, or was ABOUT to happen.

Getting out of his chair, he began getting his things together. He had to get to Phantom, and quickly. If he didn't act quickly, Phantom could become lethal to not only Amity's population of humans, as well as ghosts, but to himself as well.

Aaand, here first chapter ends. Who is this guy? What is wrong with Danny? What's going to happen? Who knows anything? Oh yeah, I do, but you don't~

- Shaddow