Book One: Malartach. Cruinne.
Author: Author's. Story
Fandom: Danny. Phantom
I no own.
Chapter One:
Valerie Grey turned on her red sled to face the Phantom; her forest green eyes narrowed, mouth opened in a sharp snarl and with a shake of her short black hair, she hefted the gun higher. "What are you doing out here Ghost? This is my territory!"
Danny grinned as the second ghost often called Skulker shot another beam from the ground and it sped at rates faster than any car through the cloud of dust from his landing, the blaze just missing by centimeters and sparks smeared his shoulder black. Danny showed no sign of pain as his smiled grew and green flared over his right hand, changing into blue ice as he spun. The blast left his hand in an arc and landed on target, twenty to thirty feet below and ten feet to the east-south.
"No time, Val," he murmured. Before she could answer, he sped in a circle to face his first adversary, the one with a glowing green mohawk and beard. "Long time no see, Sulky." Skulker growled and pressed a button on the bottom of his suit, his tone turning to a sly smirk when it wined and geared to fire. Danny paid it no mind, encasing his fist in bright green and slamming it into the head of the other.
Without warning, a red explosion hit his back and sent Danny flying forward, drumming his head against metal. Peering up, he gave a shaky laugh and closed his eyes as the ghost smacked his head again, thumping him hard enough this time to create a large crater in the dirt road. Valerie, over a hundred feet in the air, rolled her eyes and dashed to the ground. She was able to make it as Skulker paraded down to finish off her friend.
"Really, Phantom. Really?"
Danny offered no trademark snide comment, twisting his head to rid the feeling of dizziness that crouched just behind his defenses. Skulker grinned again at Danny's weak position and stood on his two legs, brushing dust from the cold metal.
"Well, I think I will just leave him to you, Huntress. Have fun killing each other!" He waved and took to the sky, turning his back to the rash duo.
Valerie grabbed his ghastly, glowing wrist and touched a small red button, waiting for the suit to power down. When it did, she leaned over the ghost and opened the head on top, taking the miniature green blob in hand and reached for a Thermos on her back.
"Oh, he's not my only kill, Ghost!" she whispered to him as the Thermos shot out a beam of pale blue light. "Besides, he's already dead." And when she turned around, Valerie smirked as she saw the Ghost Boy was gone also. "See ya at school, Phantom."
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Sam watched her dark skinned friend while he helped her parents load the boxes into the large van, his bright blue eyes that marveled at all the gadgets and gizmos that had once been laid to rest and would never be used. PDAs, computers, and small tablets were the most prominent, each sleek in the case having never been opened or touched by skin of any kind.
"I can't believe both of our parents let me come to your new house and help you move in! It's going to be awesome!" Sam looked at the sky, with the clouds snailing across it in varying patterns. She nodded with a look to Tucker as they went to grab the last ten boxes, these ones light and small, for Mrs. Manson.
"I know; I can't either. Then again, Mom and Dad," Sam shuddered at the mention, "had no choice. Told them I would run away unless they let you come with for the summer." Tucker agreed silently and closed the back of the van with help of the workmen.
"If you did run away, you could have always stayed at my house!" he stared at Sam for a moment, then looked away distracted. "Yep. And so now we can move you into your room in- wait, where are you moving again?' Tucker paused as he bit his lip, thinking and Sam never got a chance to answer.
"Sammykins! Tucker! Come, it's time to go!" Her mother called, gesturing her and Tucker to the limo. They followed without a word, each getting their own bench in the very back, a screen between the seats for her parents and Sam slammed it closed with a snap.
Tucker noticed her sour expression with pursed lips, concern etched into his features.
Her father nodded and grinning, Sam and Tucker watched as he got into to the van just as the motor gunned softly and a few seconds later the driver pulled out of the drive. Sam twisted around to wave to the house, looking at the empty building that had never been so ever since it was made.
Sam sat on the plush seats with a huff and lay on her back, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves. Five minutes into the ride and she finally was able to look at her friend. "Sorry." She offered no explanation. "We're moving back to a small town called Amity Park, where Grandma Manson lives. Dad says we should live closer to her. It's about four hours away." Tucker nodded and groaned when his character on the PDA died with a 'Game Over!' on the screen.
"That was my last life," he mumbled. "So, what should we do when we get to your house? I'm game for checking out the town and looking at what there is to do. Brought my second PDA, Sally. Y'know, the one with only two more payments."
Sam had a far away look in her eyes but smiled at her best friend; though they were always arguing. She often enjoyed the debates.
"Sure. I just want to at least get the boxes in my room and your stuff ready for tonight. And then we can check out the sights."
The trip through the state was long and boring to both teens but they filled the silence with small talk. Tucker played his games for the few hours and Sam sat with her legs on the bench with a book in her hands. A book of poetry that had been collected from the goth slams around the city. Quite enjoyable, she would tell any who asked.
Tucker was the first to break the silence as they first pulled into the small town. A very small town.
"So, where should we go first? Better to have a plan, just in case." Sam grinned and Tucker did the same. They again grabbed boxes with Sam's name on them and left the rest for the paid workers. The building was large and tall, with over fifty rooms of different sizes. Sam and Tucker looked at the ceiling with interest.
Until they entered Sam's room with a start. Bright pink glittered back at them. Sam growled through her teeth and Tucker searched for something to take her mind off the color.
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AN: sorry, its just need to get the story out there. Review, even if you tell me this chapter is the worst ever. Grrr.