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Proving Them Wrong
Danny groaned, sitting tenderly on his bed. His body was littered with different bruises, his right arm was skewed to an odd angle, he had a large gash in his back, and his ankle was twisted. Wincing, he started on his arm first. He snapped it into place, with a little wimper of pain. He wrapped it in gauze, and then put his ankle into the proper place with a bit of gauze as well. He then managed to do the gash on his back, yelping a bit at the sharp pang of pain.
"Hey, Danny-boy, get down here! The news is on!" Danny sighed, getting up, and limped downstairs. He looked at his dad, who was sitting on the couch, watching. Carefully, Danny sat on the couch, watching the news as well.
"-and so the reports are in! They say that the town's local hero, Danny Phantom, is actually more of a menace than a help. We go live to Larry, who is talking to the town's mayor, Vlad Masters." The lady spoke cheerfully, and the TV switched to a man. Jack nodded, as if agreeing with her statement.
"Thank you, Linda. So, Mayor Masters, do you truly think that Phantom is a menace?" The man looked at Vlad, and Vlad smirked, looking at the camera as if he knew Danny was watching. Danny frowned, getting agitated.
"Yes, of course, dear. It is obvious that Danny Phantom brings the ghosts to us, instead of protecting us from them." Vlad explained calmly, smirking. Larry turned to the camera.
"And there you have it, folks! Danny Phantom, The town's local hero, is more of a menace than a hero!" Jack grinned, turning off the TV. Every single one of Danny's wounds throbbed more, assisting his anger at Vlad. How dare he! Everyone knew he was the only one preventing the ghosts from over running the town! Unfortunatly, he couldn't talk to his friends about this. Tucker had moved, and Sam was on a family vacation- albeit unwillingly. Suddenly, a thought occured to Danny. Perhaps he should leave the town to defend itself. After all, he was just a 'menace', right? They wouldn't wiss him. He was disturbed from his thoughts by his father.
"Great! They finally realized he's just an evil ghost! I'll rip him apart molecule by molecule!" Jack yelled, looking gleeful. Danny wasn't in such high spirits. He trudged up to his room. Grabbing his wallet, he counted the money in it. Two dollars, five nickels, and two pennys. It'll do. He stuffed his wallet into his pocket, and eyed the thermos that Clockwork had entrusted him with. He grabbed it and hooked it to his belt. Inside the thermos, Dan grumbled a bit as Danny transformed, and flew out his window.