Author's note
I also do not own Danny Phantom or any works of Butch Hartman or Nickelodeon. But I do own my OC(s)
Zane, sits poised and holding a gem in his hand, glancing around as people strolled through the town; some people wearing berets and others dressing as if it were summer, even though it clearly wasn't. The slight snowfall and icy winds didn't bother him despite his current attire. With dark brown skin, a black fedora, a red and black V-neck, black jeans, and black and blue Nikes, he wasn't exactly dressed for winter but it wasn't the reason for staring. The reason for everyone's staring was most likely his fro-hawk and rust red eyes, since you don't see many people with those eyes. As the wind came around for another blast of chilly air, Zane put his fedora to his head, his fingers brushing over the white stripe that looped around its center. He watched as people around him carried small devices in their hands and wires with small round ends in their ears. Zane missed the simpler tech of his time period, everything in the current one was so confusing for him, and it was taking a while to adjust to it. But just like flying, it was easier to get used to the more you explore it.
Flying was the best thing he had ever done in his life, he had a competitive spirit and a laid back attitude but flying was peaceful and thrilling all together. For a time that was his favorite activity, until he figured out he could create matter out of the very energy that made him what he was. With that energy he could adorn glowing armor as a knight with a spiked mace in one hand, and a chain in the it wasn't all that bad, he was becoming content with how things were, and since he was there he might as well explore it and he'd already been to his first destination. Paris was often a place he dreamed of traveling to , but given money restraints he was always unable to do so. He had also heard that the it was especially known for it's beauty, and so far it didn't disappoint. Despite his current predicament, he still felt that he should be allowed some sightseeing.
The halfa glanced at his surroundings, looking for possible employment, which had been scarce so far. He'd been going around looking for a job; any job that would pay well, and had a good-hearted employer was fine by him. His stomach growled as he reached into his pocket to pull out some cash, just enough for a quick meal he thought with a grin. After he ordered a French food that he could barely pronounce, and ended getting laughed at by the waitress. A few minutes later he got his food and started digging in, only to be interrupted by an ecto shot near his chair. As his ghost sense went off he ran into an alley and transformed, flying into the air to find where the ghost resided. It wasn't hard to miss because the ghost was a fast one, swiping up all the food from the stores. Zane realized the ghost was heading toward his meal, and flew at top speed to try to stop him but to no avail.
He frowned and his stomach lamented his lost meal with a long growl, now he was angry and the frightened adults and children only served to ignite his fire even more. The ghost stopped in front of Zane and swallowed his whole meal, all in one gulp.
"Alright you Slimer reject, lets see what you've got."
He may not have been the best at certain things but battle was what he was good at, and he enjoyed it … sometimes a bit too much. His armor and weapons formed on him and he threw the chain around the gluttonous specter and got pulled through buildings as the ghost tried to get free. After a while Zane dropped to the ground as they crashed into a bakery-house dust flying everywhere from the broken debris. He pulled his chain around smacking the ghost around and destroying more things. Once he felt that would be enough he threw the ghost back into the portal that was in the ground and it closed up. He fell on his back exhausted and turned back to normal as the dust cleared he heard a cough. He turned around and saw a family of four sighed and said under his breath
"not again." He said out loud to them
"si quelqu'un parle anglais?" All four of them nodded shock still on their faces. " before you yell or scream" His stomach growled in protest, cutting him off
" you got anything to eat ?"
Hope you liked it, please review and let me know what you think. I'll try to update each Friday, if I can hold off from adding a new chapter before then - Sincerely- Xenus