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Danny Phantom: Final Confrontation

"That is it! That is the last straw! Your time is up, Danny Phantom!"

As Plasmius raised his hand one more time, Danny managed to get back on his feet, clutching his injured arm with his free hand. He could only watch as Plasmius fired one last ray of magenta energy at him, he closed his eyes and waited for the end…

But it never came. He dared open his eyes again and saw Plasmius on the ground, now transformed back into Vlad Masters. Then he saw her, a young woman about his age with snow white hair and glowing purple eyes. She seemed to float on air as she approached him, her mouth silently saying something that Danny couldn't comprehend. As she approached, his breath caught in his chest as her lips slowly approached his, still mouthing three inaudible words…

As Danny tossed and turned in his bed, his alarm blared out with, "Gooooood morning Amity Park!" He shot awake so fast that he nearly hit the ceiling in shock. He landed back on his bed and promptly sank through it; the shock had temporarily turned him intangible. He climbed out of the bed and returned to normal. He stared at himself in the mirror, but his reflection had white hair and incandescent green eyes instead of his black hair and ice blue eyes.

"I don't get it. That same dream has been playing in my head every night for the past…umm…TWO WEEKS! What the heck does this mean? Is this some sort of sick side effect to ghost powers?" His ghostly reflection responded, "I don't think so. It sure felt real when Plasmius was wasting us. Not to mention when that girl got up in our face…but I kinda liked that…"

Danny shook his head, "I don't understand, I know that I've seen that girl somewhere before, I just can't place where!" His reflection responded, "Yes, you do know her. Think hard, Fenton. Who is the only girl you know who knows about your powers, could possibly fight Plasmius, and has purple eyes. Think about it."

Danny pondered for awhile when his eyes suddenly grew wide in shock. "No way, that can't be right…" His reflection nodded with a smirk and said, "Yes, he can be taught! You knew it was her all along, right?" Danny confusedly said, "Maybe…but why on earth would Sam…" His ears picked up a small muffled yell from downstairs. "Danny, get dressed before you're late for school, again!" He quickly yelled, "Alright, mom! Be down in a second!"

He looked back to the mirror and couldn't help but laugh for a second. Since his freshman year, he was known as the skinny little Fenton kid who was often prime meat for a beatdown courtesy of the Casper High football team. Dash Baxter took extreme pleasure in stuffing him into lockers. But four years, hundreds of ghost fights, and countless hours spent running from Dash later Danny had become an 18 year old lean, mean, fighting machine. He was taller now and had much more muscle so that even Dash would be intimidated.

He quickly phased into his dresser and emerged in his trademark white t-shirt and jeans. He ran downstairs, down some orange juice and inhaled a piece of toast, and made for the door. On his way, he heard a yell from the basement, "I've got it, Maddie, the new gadget is working!" Followed by a loud explosion and an even louder, "I'M OKAY! JUST NEED SOME BAND-AIDS…AND ANTI-SEPTIC!"

Danny chuckled as he flew out of the house, going invisible and making it to school in plenty of time to load up his locker and get to first period.