A/N: I've had scenes going through my head for a long time, but I never got them down. Here goes!


Blue Bloody Murder, It Wasn't Me!

Chapter One

Crime


"Please, I'm not doing anything, please, just put the gun down!" the man said, backing up into a wall. He wore a long, trench coat, the type detectives would wear. He actually used to be an agent for the CIA and was well known for his accomplishments. He retired nearly five years ago, everyone knowing his name as the best officer ever. In front of him was a boy. He couldn't really see him, just a vague silhouette of the shadowy figure. He did, however, know that this boy had a gun. It was a type of plasma gun, but he couldn't straight-out tell. The boy shined a glinting smile, making his teeth glint with such atrocity it made the man wince. He hadn't used a gun for years, and he didn't even have one with him anyway. Never in his life had he felt so vulnerable. Then, his eyes widened. The plasma gun's sound made crows fly off in different directions out of the darkened alley way.

Then out of nowhere, a figure appeared in the sky, a satisfied grin on his face. Another evil-doer captured. Danny Phantom flew away from the scene of the crime, hoping to get home and quick to finish some homework he had left to do. Tomorrow should be pretty easy now that this guy was out of the way. He sighed and few off.


E/N: This is, by far, the shortest chapters in the history of short chapters. I'm astounded I even wrote this little. Hope you guys are totally psyched up for the next chapter. I'll have it up in twenty minutes flat!