(A/N: Whelp, this is the first time I've ever written a Danny Phantom fan fic. Should be pretty fun expanding my horizons a bit. Also, pretend 'Phantom Planet' doesn't exist, thank you kindly. And don't worry about the current short length. Future chapters oughta be longer. Hope you guys enjoy.)
Prologue
He flew as fast as he possibly could go, desperate to keep up with the ghost who had his parents effortlessly cradled, one in each hand. Only a moment ago had they all been the ones fighting, his mother trying to shoot him with an ecto cannon, his father attempting to distract him with ill formed taunts that only a fudge loving simpleton such as himself could come up with. Despite them not landing a single attack this time, it was frustrating for him. If only he could tell them who he really was, then he wouldn't have to worry about them hurting anyone in their sad but increasingly smart attempts to catch him, up to and including themselves. At least, that's the outcome he hoped for. For all he knew, they may just try and finish the job that fateful accident left halfway done on the spot.
The ghost wasn't anyone he knew. There really wasn't anyone he could think of that wanted to go directly for those two except for maybe Vlad, and even then only his mother would be the one getting carried off. And this punk looked nothing like Vlad. It was the same size as the vampiric looking fruit loop, and it had a garish looking cape to boot, but the similarities stop there. It didn't have any sort of discerning form, but rather a normal, non specialized ghost that just had an interesting fashion sense.
The ghost was very quick and an expert dodger. It took him a long time to finally reach a good speed and catch up, and even then it knew how to fight back. Each time it got close, either his parents would kick and scream, not wanting to be saved by their rival and enemy of all people, or the ghost would try and slash him into pieces. It got a few hits, leaving ectoplasm gushing wounds and rips in his suit. This was getting ridiculous, he thought to himself. With enough force gathered, he shot a few ecto blasts from one hand, covering his wounds with the other. The annoying ghost went barreling down, dropping his parents safely on the ground and giving them something else to chase after for awhile.
He laughed to himself as he watched the poor creature run for its afterlife, but all of the sudden, a wave of nausea hit him like a truck. The wounds weren't oozing anymore, and they didn't hurt too much, but even so, they felt… odd. The dizzy feeling eventually became too much to bare, and he hit the ground when he wasn't feeling up to flying anymore. White rings traveled up and down his body to revert him to human, the last thing he saw before the still lingering strange and dizzy feeling made him pass out.
And so from that moment, the real fight began...
