I shouldent. But I will. :D
The splashing rain pattered on Mr. Lancers windshield as he drove to dinner. It was late in the evening on a Friday, and the overweight teacher felt he had done a good days worth of work.
Though, some of the time, it didn't always feel like work, he sincerely cared for some of his students, as if they were family. Others, were like angry relatives that you try to avoid. Take Tucker Foley for example, he was one of the enigmatic three, he was a normal student and one he cared for.
He squinted his eyes through the rain, pressing the buttons on his dashboard, to wipe away the rainfall.
Tucker Foley was an extremely smart student at times, other times? Not so much. He often seemed to support the actions of Danny Fenton. The enigma of the group. Though, the actions of that boy, should not be looked up to.
Dash Baxter for another example, was like a annoying cousin, bugging themselves into, and out of, trouble. Though, he had his reasons to not suspend, or better yet, expel him. Baxter was the lead role for the football team, and for that reason, he could not assign detention to the boy. If he could, by this time he would have so may detentions he would see his teachers more then he did his parents.
Some of the student were like background characters in the story of life. Yes of course, he cared for there well-being, as he did for Dashiel. He graded there papers, handed them detentions, and contacted parents when needed. But deep down, he knew that they were not the ones he truly cared for.
Sam Manson, the troubled, goth teen. Another of the the 3. Even though she wore black, and said that she liked gore. Mr. Lancer knew that she enjoyed some girly things. She was not, what you would say, a true goth. Black, was simply here favorite color. Along with a few other traits of darkness. Mr. Lancer could tell that she was surprised, shocked, and excited when it came to dating in the middle school. One time, Mr. Lancer over herd that Jean, Was dating, Carrie. Sams expression? O.M.G.
Mr. Lancer pulled into the Nasty Burger, his watch read 8:47. As Summer turned to fall, the days got shorter, and shorter, the sun, was already starting to set. He pulled up his umbrella and embarked to the restaurant for a late meal.
Walking to the red and white building he could already here noisy teens creating a ruckus. He creaked open the door to see...
Well that's odd.
It was not teens making a rucks, but teens, adults, tweens, and elders screaming and running amuck, hiding for cover. His head snapped around to see what all the fuss was about. He saw his students as they pushed past him, bruising his old shoulder. Only few were left in the building now, all the people flying around, he could see what the fear was about.
In the mist of the chaos, His feet froze beneath him. Was A metallic ghost, grabbing for citizens, and shoving them into nets. He couldn't move! Frozen with fear, Mr. Lancer glanced around, looking for a solution.
"SKULKER! KNOCK IT OFF! THEY HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING!" A boy screamed. Lancer whisked his head around to see a small, skinny, incapable boy, Scream and jump on top of the struggling ghost. The teacher hid behind the front doors of the building and watched the boy with a new kind of realization.
Young Danny Fenton ripped open the nets of screaming townspeople and yelled at them to 'get there butts out of here.'
The people came scrambling out of the swinging doors, smacking poor Mr. Lancer in the face. He groaned before returning to his observations.
Sam Manson, and Tucker Foley, jumped out from behind one of the fallen booths. The Ghost growled at the three, swiping at them, calling them names and yelling disgusting words of the future. Mr. Lancer could not allow his students to be killed by the horrible abomination.
Mustering all of his strength he burst through the doors. blocking the students path from the beast.
"If you want them, you'll have to go through me." Lancer spat. Inside? Lancer felt like peeing his pants. Right then and there.
The metallic ghost laughed at his attempt before spitting out words that stroke fear into his heart.
"Oh, Its not you I want or the other two. I want that boy." He gently shoved the teacher away, pointing a rusty finger at the raven haired male "Those people I captured were just a sign, a sign, to leer the halfa in." He spat. Halfa?
"Well it worked. Congratulations." The boy coughed. "Mr. Lancer. Leave, this isnt safe for you. Sam, Tucker, go with him."
The assertiveness and bravery in the boys voice was exemplary. Skulker laughed again at their conversations.
"Danny! Its only Skulker!" They pleaded.
The boy chuckled half-heartedy. "I believe he has something more up his sleeve today.
The ghost leaned into the boys unmoving face. "Indeed I do." He breathed.
Sam and Tucker narrowed there eyes at the robotic freak before running out the door, Dragging Mr. Lancer with them. The teacher struggled to come out of there grasp. But it was firm. Firmer then he would expect, strong to. As his cacky pants ripped against the cement, the soles of his shoes crack, he could just make out the shape of a boy, a beam of light, then a very familer hero, standing in his place.
As the duo through the teacher, almost literately into his old, run down car, they could make out a bloodcurdling scream, then, utter silence. The two best friends heads snapped around. Terrified looks on there faces. The goth girl, rushed forward. Only to be held back my a stong, kind, brown hand. The teen shoke his head at her solemnly.
The rain, almost made it look as if the world was crying over the boy.
The goth girl leaned into the Foley, as his red breat, now soaked, fell off his head. They both, were worried deeply.
Mr. Lancer was smart though, he was a teacher after all. As the duos thoughts drifted off the dream world. Mr. Lancer made a break for it.
The friends gasped before rushing after him, yelling for him, only a few feet behind them. Lancer did truly care for the boy, and as every. single. bone and muscle. in his body ached in pain, he kept going.
He could not promise he would care this much for all of his students, or that he would risk it all for them, but this boy, deep down, Lancer knew was special. It may not have been kindness, or the caring attitude the man had, it may have been the curiosity, the need-to-know-right-now kind of feeling. Its a mystery, the mind.
But what I can tell you, is that when his old knees bounded over the yellow curb, and his arms bursted the doors open. He was in for the shock, of his life.
HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA CLIFFHANGER! If you enjoyed this, and want to find out what happens, review! And I may just update tonight! :3