Red Woman
By: Wilona Riva
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom.
'Life is pain. Anybody that says different is selling something.' - Fezzik's mother, The Princess Bride
"Freeze, ghost, you're going down!" I shouted into the microphone in my helmet.
Sure enough, he stopped alright. I almost crashed into the punk!
"Phantom, don't you know the meaning of 'watch where you're going'?" I asked him testily.
He just stood there, arms folded across his chest, his pale hair flowing in the wind. He had this wild look in his glowing green eyes. I think I just made a boo-boo.
"You tell me to stop, so I stopped!" he yelled at me in his echoey voice. "Then you have the nerve to tell me to watch where I'm going? I've had it up to here with you, Valerie!"
"Whoa, Phantom," I said, putting my arms up in a 'don't shoot me' posture. "I didn't mean..."
"No, you just prefer to shoot first and then ask questions later," he snapped. "I am fed up with being hunted by my parents, you, Skulker, the Guys in White, and whoever else wants a piece of me. I am not evil, for crying out loud!"
I sighed. Apparently, if ghosts can wake up cranky, then Phantom wins the blue ribbon. "Danny, I'm sorry..." Calling him by his first name added fuel to the flame.
"Oh, I didn't know the Big Bad Red Huntress was on first name basis with her prey. I thought ghosts were below humans," he said sarcastically.
"First warning, Phantom," I growled, pulling out an even larger ecto-sniper.
He landed on the rooftop of a building below us. I followed him. Who knows what the short fuse would do if he blew?
"And another thing, stop hunting me!" He yelled, his face turning a bit ruddy (for a ghost). "I already said I was sorry! How many times do I have to apologize when it wasn't even my dog to begin with?"
I turned off the sniper's safety. "Second warning, Phantom," I told him. "If you are not gone in 10 seconds count, I will aim to destroy."
Phantom summoned up some strange blue rings around his waist, letting the energy wash over him and change him.
My best friend Danny stood there, black hair blue eyed. Every last inch of him-human.
Taking my gun, he positioned my hand so that the gun was pointed directly at his heart.
"Shoot," he said quietly.
With tears glittering in my eyes, I dropped the gun.
"I can't," I whispered.