A/N: BadlyAnonymous: And here it is, the rewrite of Okay's prologue. I had to alter it a bit so that it would make more sense in the storyline.

We don't own Danny Phantom or Randy Cunningham: Ninth Grade Ninja (if we did Danny would have been on the air longer)

Randy's thoughts are italic

Running; that's all he seemed to do nowadays, is run. His legs shook silently as he peeked around the corner of an alleyway, breathing a soft sigh of relief as he discerned that the coast was clear. Motioned for his younger companion to follow as he moved forward; the smaller teens pounding footsteps sounding overly loud in the silence of the night. He looked back at his friend. "C'mon Danny, we're almost home." He called softly.

Danny's electric green eyes met his dark blue ones. "Be careful Randy," Danny whispered. "There's no telling what will happen if they catch us." Randy was silent for a moment as he looked past another corner. "Don't worry, we'll be fine." He assured quietly once they resumed their walk. I won't let them get us… not again.

Danny looked like he wanted to say something, but decided against it and remained silent. Randy rounded a corner, only to stop at the sight of the cement wall blocking their path. Another dead end? This place is practically a maze! Suddenly, a sharp click sounded in the alley, prompting the two to quickly turn around. But he saw nothing. Glancing around, he caught something glinting in the dim light out of the corner of his eye.

As he turned to get a better look, the stillness that had settled over them was broken by thundering footfalls as men in white suits flooded the area. Randy pushed Danny behind him with his left arm while drawing his katana with his right, his eyes narrowing beneath his black and red mask. The agents moved as one, pointing their weapons towards them as several snipers appeared on the surrounding rooftops, scoping them out with the help of the laser sights attached to their rifles. Danny was trembling behind him, his eyes locked on the agents. Randy brandished his sword in silent challenge, His eyes never leaving the battalion in front of him as he spoke. "We'll be okay… we'll be okay, Danny…"

I'll make sure of it.