A/N: This story...I don't really know how it came to me. I was watching Danny Phantom one day, and then, poof! The idea just popped into my head. So anyways, here's the whole summary:

"There's a virus spreading in Amity Park, and the first person who seemingly caught it was Sam Manson. After her, many more people got sick, including Danny and Jazz(Who, by the way, will NOT be appearing in this first chapter). A few days after the virus came, everyone at Amity Park was sick except for Jack and Maddie Fenton. Why weren't they affected? Of course, the one person who could be behind this is Vlad Masters, who has the antidote. But his price may seem to far out of reach to acquire before the deadline. Or maybe they do have what he wants, but it's too priceless to give up."

So that's the summary. Please R+R! Flames are NOT suggested.

And before I forget...Ahem...

Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom. Butch Hartman does. The only thing that's mine is this story.

"Skulker, did you bring the item I requested?"

"Yes. I have what you want, now give me what I want." The hunter was sitting, one knee down, in front of Vlad Masters. In his hand was a small box, neatly wrapped in a blue ribbon.

"Is this it? It looks so…small."

"Don't worry. It'll multiply. Enough for everyone in Amity."

"I don't want everyone in Amity. Just a select few, and maybe a couple more. How would I get it to stop multiplying once it starts?" Vlad questioned, one eyebrow raised.

"Oh, don't worry about that," Skulker smirked. "It'll stop in due time. I'll even program exactly how many copies it will make, for free."

"I'm not paying you."

"With cash, no. But you will still give me the item I need."

"By the way, what IS it that you need?" The hunter could only smirk.

"What else? What does a hunter do for a living, hmm?"

"What kind of a question is that? He hunts things, of course."

"And how does he accomplish that?"

"Err…" Vlad was confused. What did this have to do with anything? All he needed was a simple machine, and here they were, talking about hunters.

"Weapons. And lots of it. A hunter would be nothing without his weapons, and maybe some defense items, to protect himself in case the pray unexpectedly attacks back, fighting for it's life. But it's pointless, you know? A hunter always gets his way, and soon, I will get that halfa." He got up, his eyes showing determination.

"Well, that's good and all, but I need young Daniel for my plan, remember? But, you can have him when I'm done."

"It's not him I want. It's the weapons. What pride would a hunter have if he couldn't even catch his own prey?"

"Okay, weapons. Is that all?"

"Yep. So, how many copies will you need?"

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"Ah, dang it." Danny told himself, walking to school. He'd just remembered that he forgot his homework in his room. Just perfect. This morning, he woke up later than he had hoped, and had to skip breakfast. He did manage to brush his teeth and get changed, but that was pretty much about it. Danny didn't even brush his hair. Now it was all just a tangled mess.

"What is it?" Sam looked at her friend. He told her, but she couldn't quite hear what he had said for two reasons: One, he was talking very softly. And two, she coughed. Not much to help the situation. "I'm sorry, what?"

"I left my homework at my house." He said again. Sam still couldn't hear him. Same two reasons. And then she coughed again. Why did she keep coughing?

"Sam, maybe you should stay home. I really don't think I want to catch your cold." Great. Even Tucker noticed her coughing problem.

"I'm fine. And I don't really feel like having my parents call the hospital because of some silly little coughs. Trust me. I'll be fine." She walked ahead of him.

"Okay. Just telling you. You don't look fine. Did you get enough sleep last night?" Tucker stared at Sams face. She had bags under her eyes, as if she didn't sleep for days. Sam also looked pale. Well, more pale than Goths usually are. "I really don't think you should go to school."

"Of course I got enough sleep! And I'm fine! Now leave me alone!" She yelled at him. Looking at their shocked faces(Danny was staring at her as well), she realized that she screamed a little too loudly. She turned away. "I'm fine. Really. Let's just focus on getting to class on time."

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"Holy crow! Miss Manson, you don't look very well!" Lancer exclaimed as Sam walked into the class. Actually, she seemed worse than before. Her hair was now stuck to her face and she kept panting, as if she had just ran three miles without stopping. "I'm calling your parents."

Sam was too tired to even protest. She looked over at Danny and Tucker, but they weren't of any help. They just stared at her. Great, She thought. Even my two best friends in the world aren't helping me. And one of them is a super hero!

Ten minutes later, a limo pulled up in front of the school, and two very concerned looking figures came out.

"I believe your ride is here, Miss Manson." Mr. Lancer smiled, as Sam reluctantly headed out the door.

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"Wow, Skulker. It's really works." Vlad stared at a screen, which was focused at Danny's classroom, where he could see everything that was going on, but he was mostly paying attention to Sam.

"Of course it does. When will the weapons be ready?"

"Weapons? Oh, of course. They should be…next week, at least."

"That long? Can't you make it shorter?"

"I'm sorry, but you're not the one who should tell me what to do. Next week. That's it. Unless something should scratch your precious weapons…" Skulker stared at him, wide eyed.

"Okay, okay, I get it. Next week. Gotcha." Two rocket-like wing things came out of the back of his suit and he flew away…breaking the ceiling.

"Darn it, Skulker!"

A/N: Chapter One, complete. This is actually the longest chapter I've ever written. Seriously. I'm so proud. Now. The next time I should update will be tomarrow, 11/2/08. But I might do it later today. Who knows? Oh, and Jazz will appear in the next chapter as well as Jack and Maddie, if you were wondering about them. So...This is Silversapphiretails(Saph for short)signing out!(Er...typing out.)