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Three months ago. Part 1

If someone would have told Danny five years ago he would be living with his worst enemy, he would have laughed in their face! Heck Danny would have laughed if some one told him a year ago. Maybe even a few months ago. But now things were different. Things, like people change. The person he once despised was now...something...indescribable. He had become a comrade, a partner in crime, a friend.

It had been three months now. Three months when everything changed.

It was just a normal end of June day in Amity Park. Danny was sitting on the front porch sipping on an ice cold coke enjoying the warm crisp summer day. It was one of those perfect summer days, there wasn't a cloud in the sky, the temperature was perfect and soon his two best friends would be here and they would be off to go to the movies to see 'When MonStars attack Part three' this years top thriller/horror. That was when he felt a cold chill go down his spine .His ghost sense had went off. He gave a soft grunt debating on whether or not he should just ignore it. What were the odds it would be important anyways? It was most likely the Box Ghost anyways. It always seemed like when he was doing something fun or important it was the Box Ghost. It was like he had a radar on him. Oh look the ghost boy is having fun! Lets go bug him! Then again once in a while it was Skulker. Though he wasn't much of a threat either. None of the ghost were a 'threat' anymore. Though most weren't even in the beginning. Then there was Vlad.

Vlad... He was a whole different thing entirely. If it wasn't for him Danny would have never pushed himself so hard to become so good so fast. Maybe in a different world in a different time he might thank the man for all his help. But not here, not now. All he could think about was how much he despised him.

Danny let out a soft breath setting the can down on the cement steps and stood up "Sam and Tucker will just have to wait..." With that he walked to the near by ally. Two silver rings circled around his body. Though the years things had changed. He wasn't the scrawny 14 year old he once was. No, now he was older now. And under the baggy pants and shirt was something most people didn't know about. Danny was now a well built 18 year old. His ghost form was a little different as well. His ghostly silver hair now had a black streak though it, a white bad laid over his right forearm, two belts laid loosely on his hips criss crossing in the middle on his right side the Fenton thermos hung from a loop gently tied to a belt for easy removal. But he still had the classic DP symbol across his now broad chest.

"Lets get this done and over with." He muttered flying off toward the direction of the ghost. Little did he know what fate had in store for him that day.

...That was short. I hate writing, reading, and posting short things. And I am sorry! Don't worry this is just Part one. I am kind of hopeing for one review before I post the second part. I SWEAR it will be at least twice as long! and I already have Chapters Three and Four typed up. If I could find my stupid note book I would have Five done as well! Well I love construtive critism. But the only thing flammers are good for is for roasting marshmellows. So coment but do not burn the marshmellowy goodness!