This is a one-shot challenge from Macomister, # 11 on the list.
DANNY PHANTOM RULES! raise your hands in the hands in the air if you agree! (I can't see you but you know you wanna anyway:))
Disclaimer:Idon'towndannyphantom (It's easier to say it fast than slow sniff*)
Kidnapped
It was late, Friday night, a tired Danny Phantom flew through the streets of Amity Park, his destination in mind:
Sam Manson's house.
Sam Manson was a close friend of Danny's, as was another named Tucker Foley. The two teens would probably rip each other to pieces if he wasn't around.
The reason for his late night visit was because of the recent ghost fight he had been involved in. whenever Danny was badly injured (like he was now) he would head over to Sam's house for her Medical Expertise. This time, a long cut ran down fromjust below his shoulder to just above his hip, it was deep and oozed ectoplasm that ran down his jumpsuit, dripping to the streets below. The ghost responsible? Vlad, along with a few others including Skulker and those stupid vultures along with their stupid dive bombs, literally, bombs, looks like skulker wasn't the only one getting upgrades.
The Manson residence was just ahead now. He could see the long chimneys sticking up from the roof, no smoke rose, of course, who would make a fire in the spring? Sure the weather changed like crazy, warm one day, cold the next, but no fires what so ever.
The mansion was a warm yellow color, orangey, red bricks took up half the exterior. There were so many windows on the three, maybe four story home, it was hard to count them, but Danny knew exactly which one was Sam's, it was the only window whose frame was colored black, Sam had done it herself, even.
The window was open,, the curtains sticking out fluttering in the wind that lolled through the streets lazily, carefree. Sometimes, Danny wished he was a gentle breeze, traveling the world, carefree, lazy.
Sam's window was to his right now. As he entered the small opening, an unknowing sense of dread leaked into his mind, Danny wondered why. His silent question was answered as soon as it was asked.
Sam's room looked like it had been ransacked, signs of a struggle were clear. The knight stand was knocked over, the black, gothic lamp that had been on it was shattered to pieces on the midnight rug. The mattress on the bed (guess what color) was turned over, the shets strewn about the room carelessly, scorch marks covered the wall, the floor, the... Wait, scorch marks!
Sure enough, closer investigation revealed scorch marks all over the place, but they weren't marks made by fire, the rest of the house was fine, which turns back to signs of struggle. There was a Sam-sized-fist hole in the wall, make that two, as if she had been trying to punch whatever had been there (well duh!)
Danny forgot his injury as his mind absorbed and finally accepted what he was seeing, a small piece of paper lay the ground fluttering in some unknown draft.
The note said:Meet me in the ghost zone at Skulkers island, there will be an escort to take you to the exact meeting place. Bring your hero complex.
Hero complex, goes to ego, connects to fighting, apparently whoever wanted to meet him wanted to fight, probably revenge from some ghost.
The important thing was, they had Sam. Sam had been kidnapped.