Fenton Works was a large multi-storey building constructed of oddly matched orange bricks. The building itself was an average height compared to neighbouring houses, but it was the shiny metal UFO-like structure perched precariously on top that caused new people to stare. Citizens of Amity Park had grown used to the monstrosity, and barely regarded it as unusual anymore. They knew that Fenton Works was the property of Amity Park's resident ghost hunters, and so the strange behaviour was expected.

The ghost hunters- Maddie and Jack Fenton- had devoted most of their life to the capture and study of ghosts, but they weren't always successful in their endeavours. Their two children- Jazz and Danny- didn't have the same interest as their parents, though Danny had diligently listened to all of their ramblings since the Fenton Ghost Portal began to work.

Maddie and Jack's main focus, for the moment, was the ghost that haunted Amity Park. A few months back, the ghost boy known as Danny Phantom had attacked an authority figure. The people of Amity Park seemed to have forgotten this- worshipping the ghost as if he were a god- but Maddie and Jack just knew that there was something odd about Phantom. He knew something they didn't. In their eyes, Phantom was a villain, a cunning thief that kept stealing equipment from Fenton Works. Maddie had spotted the ghost boy holding a Fenton Thermos on more than one occasion. She had no idea how he got hold of them.

Her son, Danny, could have answered any of her questions, but he had come to realise that doing so would mean the end of his half-life. For Danny was the ghost boy that his parents were planning to dissect.

Would they really rip me apart 'molecule by molecule' if they knew the truth? Danny had wondered, several times.

The answer was impossible to obtain, because the only way to know for sure would be to ask the ghost hunters, and that posed too great a risk.

His difficult situation was the reason for why Danny was now being pursued through the town he had sworn to protect, flying for his half-life. His parents were below him, in the Fenton RV. That vehicle caused Danny more grief than Maddie and Jack could possibly imagine.

First, there was the social point. Whenever the embarrassing car drove past, it was usually followed by yet another of the ghost hunter's ridiculous antics- chasing the innocent Mr Lancer, for one, mistakenly thinking that he was a ghost.

The second occurred while Danny was in his other form- as Phantom. It seemed that almost every time the ghost boy had things under control, his parents would come and mess things up for him. Of course, most children think this about their parents- but, then again, most children's parents don't interrupt by shooting their child with ecto-guns. Danny was just lucky like that.

Obviously, Phantom wasn't thinking of this while he flew. His thoughts consisted mostly of swear words and plans to get away. It wasn't easy for a ghost to escape at night. The pale white glow surrounding his ghostly form prevented that. Phantom could have just gone invisible, but, less than an hour ago, Jack had presented Danny with his latest invention- the Fenton Revealer. It was installed in the Fenton RV and allowed the ghost hunters to see any ghost, visible or not.

Phantom mentally cursed this new contraption. He should have broken it when he had the chance.

An ecto-blast lit the sky, illuminating the town above which Phantom was flying. He swerved quickly out of the way, but he hadn't seen the building that was now rapidly approaching his face. Too late to go intangible- why hadn't he thought of that before?- Phantom made no sound as his body hit the brick wall with a sickening thump.

He fell two storeys to the ground below. The ghost hunters drove towards the site of the accident as fast as the Fenton RV would possible go. They stopped and got out of the vehicle, then ran towards the ghost boy.

His hair glowed silver in the moonlight, but the rest of his light had all but gone out. His dull green eyes rolled towards the people responsible. A large gash in his hairline dripped green ectoplasm down his face. It may have been the light, but the green had an odd red tinge to it.

As Maddie pointed the ecto-blaster at the ghost boy's head, he did something unexpected. He smiled warmly up at her.

Jack waddled up behind her, another ecto-blaster cradled in his arms. He, too, stopped when he saw Phantom's expression. It was kind and full of understanding. Neither ghost hunter could move as their target went intangible and sank below the surface of the pitch black road. They remained like that for several more minutes before going home, baffled and frustrated. Phantom had escaped them again.

AN:

hey! I'm now doing two stories at once! I got bored and decided to start this one.

Thank you for reading, and please review my story- good or bad. Reviews will make me put more effort in.

I will try to upload this story every Friday :)

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(also, I'm changing my name to pale-blue11 sometime this week because 11 is a sky blue colour, while 14 is green. I don't know why I used 14 in the first place :) My friends think I'm crazy- but numbers DO have corresponding colours!)