Here's my first published story that isn't a Tsubasa story! *fingers crossed for luck*
Disclaimer: Alex Rider and Danny Phantom are not mine!
Read and review!!
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Alex Rider had never stopped to consider the beyond. Even after the all of the death he had been forced to face, the thought of where they would go had never crossed his young mind. Religious or spiritual, it didn't matter; not until he was sent on what was to be his strangest mission of all. It was to be across the ocean in America, to a town known as Amity Park.
"Why do I have to go?" Alex asked the man sitting across from him, Alan Blunt. A woman stood behind the older man, busying herself by unwrapping yet another peppermint. This was her third, Alex observed, as Mrs. Jones popped the small candy in her mouth and stowed the wrapper in her pocket. Blunt pulled a folder out of a hidden drawer and laid it out on the desk. 'TOP SECRET' was stamped with bold red ink on the cover, making it seem rather cliché. Alex looked up at the grey man, expecting him to say something. As usual, the man's expression gave nothing away, and Alex decided to pick up the folder and read it.
"This is about a load of ghost attacks? It sounds like rubbish. Are they serious?" Alex muttered loudly, leafing through the papers. Blunt said nothing, instead watching as Alex pulled a photo out of the folder to get a better look at the young face captured. It was of a boy with hair white as snow, wearing a strange suit. The person looked rather familiar, hadn't he been on the news lately? Something about him saving a town after it disappeared off the face of the planet a month ago or something, when Alex had been gone on his last mission.
"The boy in the photo has called himself 'Danny Phantom'." Blunt finally spoke, "He claims to be a hero of sorts. Phantom has been sighted several times with another lesser- known ghost who we know to be called 'Plasmius'. This older ghost is currently unknown to most of the ghost hunting community, which makes it difficult to learn about him."
"So, you want me to learn more about this older guy?" Alex asked with a raised eyebrow. Blunt chose not to answer, instead taking the folder from his hands and opening it to another page. It gave a full list of information for a family of ghost hunters from the area of the ghost sightings in Amity Park.
"The Fenton's are hosting a small camp for young ghost enthusiasts. We want you to go there as one of the invited guests and simply find out as much as you can about these ghosts. It's not even a mission really, but more of a field trip." Blunt explained as he handed the papers back to the teenager. Alex scanned the page. The camp was going to take place during the summer, which had started a week ago. At least he wouldn't have to miss school. The only thing he could see wrong with it was the length of the event.
"I'll miss a month of break. Do I really have to do this?" he asked, already knowing the answer.
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Danny Fenton somehow managed to wake up before noon on Saturday. As he went downstairs, the telltale sounds of television met his ears. A news program was doing a special on the mysterious ghost zone event. Immediately awake, he ran back upstairs to change into his normal outfit of jeans, t-shirt, and red converse before going ghost and flying out of his window under a shield of invisibility.
According to his clock, which he caught a glance of before leaving, it was only nine in the morning. "Sam could still be sleeping, and she hates the morning sun." Danny thought bluntly. His goth friend would be a little ticked if he just flew in to say hi. That left Tucker, his only other friend. Luck was on the ghost boy's side as he arrived at the Nasty burger on the thought that Tucker would be there. Somehow, the tech savvy teen had managed to get a double nasty burger before lunch hours. Danny decided that it was best to ignore the question. He flew behind the building to change back into Fenton before walking around to the front. As he opened the glass doors and strolled in to sit at Tucker's booth at the back by the window, he caught bits of almost every person he passed.
"Oh my gawd! I can't believe we're finally out of school! No homework for three months!" a skinny and tan girl too young to look like she did cheered loudly. Her friend, a brunette, nodded.
"I hope the ghosts don't do that freaky stuff again! I heard that Liz lost her dog because it was outside the shield and couldn't get in and some ghost thing ate it and stuff. Do you think that Mr. Reese will make us write an essay over the summer?"
Danny shook his head and kept walking. Tucker waved him over,
"Hey, out of the coffin early today, Danny?" he greeted. Danny rolled his blue eyes and sat down across from Tucker. A few tables over, the jocks of Casper High had their eyes glued to a television set into the wall. It had been newly added, and was used only for showing the news because people had become slightly paranoid over the thought of another ghost invasion. The same broadcast from earlier was still on, which did not surprise Danny in the least. He had only last seen the news coverage only minutes ago.
"I can't believe they still talk about the whole Pariah Dark thing." Danny muttered.
"Dude, it's not like you saved everyone's lives or anything."
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Smither's was grinning ear to ear as Alex entered his cramped office. The man had never created devices more creative than the ones he made for Alex that day. The boy eyed what the large man had set out on his desk: a cell phone, a pair of black high top converse, a belt, and a class ring with an emerald stone. There was a plate with the remains of a sandwich on it; Alex had a feeling that it wasn't to be used by him.
"I heard that this was to be a special mission. Eh, Alex?"
"It's not even a mission really, or so says Blunt. Which means that it really is. Anyway, what do you have?" Alex watched as the man before him smiled and began to pick up the new weapons and describe what they did.
"The phone will allow you to call anyone anywhere, and I really mean anywhere! If you land yourself in a pinch, open the phone and press the end call button three times. If you need a quick escape, press and hold the seven to create a temporary smoke shield. The gas can knock people out; so don't stay around to watch! Next in line are the shoes. The only spy- worthy thing they can do lies in their soles. Each shoe has a memory scanner of the area you walk on, memorizing the layout of the ground you in a large radius of thirteen feet. If you want to check what your feet have 'seen', just hit the two on the phone. The belt is made of a material that even I am not allowed to fully understand! Not really; but it has the ability to stretch and alter itself to the effect of a whip. Have you seen any of the Indiana Jones movies, Alex? This belt will work like his famous weapon. What makes it different is the fact that it can catch any ghost, no matter what. The last is the ring. This is very high tech, and the stone will be able to fire off ectoplasmic goo. Just aim it at the ghost and it will fire on its own. I know they don't want you to have a gun, so I hope they don't fire me for this, since it doesn't fire bullets anyway." Smither's ended in a laugh. Alex thanked him, taking his new gear and heading for the door.
"Send me a post card, m'boy! Good luck to you!"
Jack wasn't exactly happy when she found out that Alex was to leave on another mission. True, she was only his guardian, but they still had a relationship as close as a normal family. Because of this, Alex wasn't surprised when Jack said that she was going with him. Since she was American, she could also help him fit in. Blunt refused to purchase her ticket so she could fly with Alex, but he didn't object to her going. She booked a flight on the next plane, cursing Blunt's guts.
"Cheap old man…" she grumbled, boarding her plane an hour after Alex had already left. As the plane finally rose into the air minutes later, she laid her head against the window that was really too small to get any decent view, and fell asleep.
A plane away, Alex was staring out of his own window. Blunt had booked his flight surprisingly late; it was already dark out. The only lights came from the full moon and the dwindling population of people miles below. Before he knew it, he was flying over the ocean. Boredom quickly won him over, and he pulled a PSP, a gift from Jack, out of his small carry on bag. He only had one game: Final Fantasy VII Crisis Core.
A few rows behind the blonde boy, a man sat with an open magazine resting on his lap. This man really could have done better as far as traveling went; if he wanted, he could have bought the entire plane on the spot if he wanted. The only reason he was on was to observe the boy in front of him. If his sources were correct, as they always were, the boy was a spy, sent simply to observe and learn about ghosts. For the moment, he wasn't a threat.
Vlad Masters adjusted his suit, trying to get comfortable in his seat. How long had it been since he had flown on anything other than his private jet? He missed the comfortable Italian leather seats already.
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AN: So how was it? R&R please!