Behold! The sixth story in my fake season 4 Danny Phantom series. Clash of the Beasts takes us to Amity Park University where Jazz and my OC Kim have been enrolled, but first I must introduce you to someone else; someone who will play a vital roll in the story.
Sometime in the middle of the night an owl opened its eyes and hooted before it took flight. It flew through the air and passed in front of the full moon before it landed on a tree branch and picked at its wing.
The scene descended from the owl until it was at ground level. A wolf is heard howling before three dark blurs sped by the trunk of the tree with great speed.
Paws are seen running across the ground at top speed as the creatures ran through the moon lit woods. The three blurs dodged around trees before they began to ascend a hill with the full moon hanging in the sky over it.
The three creatures halted at the top of the hill. All three of them were Irish Wolfhounds. The one in the middle was the tallest of the three and apparently the oldest and wisest of them. He had a regal stature and seemed to be in charge of the other two.
The Irish wolfhound on our right was the medium sized one and seemed to be middle aged for a dog. It had longer hair that covered its eyes. The other on the left was the smallest and seemed to be the youngest of the three.
All three stood royally with their noses pointed towards the sky and their tails straightened. They never flinched as a large boot stomped the ground; blocking the three dogs from view.
The view moved up the boot and revealed a man's leg. He wore brown cargos that were tucked into the military style boots. He wore a black belt with the image of a handgun on his belt buckle.
Further up he wore a green long sleeved shirt underneath what appeared to be a hunting/fishing vest. He held a long hunting rifle at his side.
He was an elderly man well into his seventies. He wore a fisherman's hat with a fish hook stuck in the side. The hat was covering the balding top of his head. What hair he did have was white and was wrapped around the back of his head and hung down to his shoulders. It was matted as if he hadn't washed it in a while.
He had a stern look in his face. He appeared to be frowning with a touch of anger but that was mostly due to his aging wrinkles. He squinted his eyes before he lifted the rifle and loaded what appeared to be a tranquilizer dart into it.
"Alright boys," he half growled to the three dogs. "Let the hunt continue," he ordered them.
The three dogs howled before they took off down the other side of the hill with the old man in short pursuit.
The three dogs sniffed the ground in search of something. The Irish Wolf Hound's head came into view as it sniffed something on the ground.
The old man grabbed a bush and pushed it aside as he looked behind it. "I know you're around here somewhere; you've evaded me for far too long," he whispered to himself before he heard the Irish Wolf Hound howling.
He perked up and ran to where the three dogs had gathered around a human-like foot print, only it was much larger than a normal human foot print. The old man knelt next to it as he examined its dimensions.
"Yet another great find," he whispered as he placed his hunting rifle on the ground and removed a measuring tape from his vest and measured the foot print and found it to be just over two feet in length. "Once again I am back on your trail," he said with an evil smirk as the tape measure retracted.
Then the smell of something strong came across his nose. He sniffed the air as his nose led him a short distance from the foot print over to a pile of scat on the forest floor. He knelt next to it and picked up a small piece with his fingers before he sniffed it.
"Five minutes; I'm getting close," he half shouted as he tossed the small piece of scat over his shoulder. "We're right on his tail." He stood and turned towards his dogs as they coward in fear. "You three start sniffing out his trail," he ordered them, but they didn't budge. They stood where they were shivering with fright.
The old man couldn't understand what had gotten into them so suddenly; he had trained them better than this. His eyes bulged when he heard a twig snap behind him. He slowly turned around and discovered a large hairy creature standing a short distance away.
It was silhouetted by the moon light and was aglow with the light shining onto it. Its eyes glowed bright red as it snarled at the old man.
"We meet again," the old man sneered as he lifted his hunting rifle. "I'm prepared for you this time," he said with a smirk. He aimed the weapon and fired, sending the tranquilizer dart at the mammoth beast.
It sunk deep into the beast's arm but it wasn't slowed down the slightest. It glared down at the dart before it used its massive hand and removed the dart from its arm. It dropped the projectile to the ground before it growled at the elderly man as he reloaded his rifle with yet another dart.
"So a stronger dose is needed than last time I suppose," he figured as he readied the weapon. "Good thing I thought ahead this time," he sneered with glee as he took aim once again.
He fired the weapon and the dart hit the beast in the neck only making it angrier. It grabbed for the dart and removed it before it clenched its hand around it, shattering it into fragments of glass. It raised its arms over its head as it roared like thunder.
The three dogs whimpered before they took off in the other direction to escape the monsters rage, leaving their elderly master to fend for himself.
He growled at the beast through tightly clenched teeth as he reloaded his rifle for a third time. "Why won't you go down!" he half yelled as he aimed at the beast again.
He never got the chance to fire the weapon. The beast roared once again as it swatted at the weapon and batted it right out of the man's hands. The old man was so stunned he gawked in fear as the beast swung at him again and swatted him to the ground some distance away.
"ARGH!" he screamed as he flew through the air after being hit and smashed into a boulder. He fell to the ground and looked up through weakened eyes as he groaned in agony.
The massive beast stood over him, its red eyes still glowing within its silhouetted glow from the moon behind it. It roared loudly one last time as it raised one of its massive hands into the air over its head and swiped at the man; ending the scene with a blackout before the Danny Phantom Theme song begins.
This man will play a vital roll throughout the story. He will make a larger, and more formal introduction in the next chapter. I will have this stories title card posted on my DeviantArt account just as soon as I think of what it should look like.