I'm back folks, and with the next installment of my Danny Phantom season four series. Not exactly my favorite story but lot's of fighting, the continued development of new ghost powers and a third mythological legend down the tube. This story takes place a few days after the end of Terror 60 Leauges Under, when Danny Sam and Tucker are returning home. I won't give away too much info so you'll have to read and enjoy as best as you can. I now bring you Irish Horror.
High in the sky, a small bird flowed smoothly through the air without a care in the world. Before it knew what hit it, a larger bird, a hawk, swooped down and attacked the smaller bird. They both disappeared into thin air, leaving behind a single feather as it slowly drifted towards the ground.
A bird's eye view showed the feather slowly drifting down towards a building with multiple other buildings branching off as large vehicles moved along on straight runways scattered neatly around the buildings. The large vehicles were airplanes and the buildings were the terminals.
The feather continued to drift down until it floated too close to plane's turbine and got sucked in. On the other side it was blown out in a million fuzzy pieces that spread out as two men unloaded the plane's cargo bay and tossed tons of baggage onto a motorized cart that would carry everything from the plane and into the terminal.
"Common Hubert!" one of the men yelled to the other as he picked up a suitcase and tossed it onto the cart with the others. "This plane has to be ready for takeoff in fifteen minutes and you're slowing us down, now pick up the pace!"
A second, younger man appeared in the doorway to the plane's cargo bay. "Hey don't rush me old man!" the younger man snapped at his older counterpart. "I can only move so fast," he half yelled as he bent down to pick up an unseen piece of luggage.
"Ahh," the older man groaned. "You're as thick as manure but only half as useful," he insulted to the younger man.
Out of anger the younger man picked up the baggage, green suitcase, and chucked it at the older man who was easily able to catch it before placing it on the cart with the rest of the luggage.
The scene zoomed in on the green suitcase as the scene ran through a time laps. More suitcases were piled on top of the green one before the cart was driven closer to the terminal and unloaded. The suitcase was loaded onto a conveyor belt that took it into the terminal where it was suddenly lost in a maze of conveyor belts and suitcases.
It moved from one belt to another as it maneuvered through the maze within the terminal. It fell onto a belt directly behind another suitcase that looked exactly like it in color, shape and size. As they were carried through the terminal a robotic arm with a scanner, scanned a tag on the second bag before it was shoved off the belt and onto another belt.
The scanner then scanned the first bag before it was sent off on another belt where it fell into a large bin of suitcases that were ready to be sent into the airport pick-up terminal. A young woman grabbed the suitcase out of the bin and tossed it onto yet another belt that took it and dozens of other bags through a dark doorway. The belt took the suitcases around in a circle a few times before three teens approached the baggage claim and retrieved their bags.
A teenage African American boy wearing glasses grabbed a large blue bag that banged around as if it housed nearly a ton of computer equipment. The next bag behind that was black and had purple stripings lining it. A Gothic girl in heavy combat boots and had her hair done into a small pony tail over her head grabbed the bag and tossed it over her shoulder.
The green suitcase was picked up by a boy with raven black hair and baby blue eyes. He waited for yet another bag that he eventually slung over his shoulder.
The three teens took their luggage and made their way out of the airport where they loaded themselves into a black sedan that the Gothic girl drove off into the rising morning sun with the two boys along for the ride.
The scene started on a close up of Danielle's face as she looked from side to side. "Ok Danielle, you've done this before and you can do it again," she told herself as she looked down and focused on whatever she was doing. "Just make the shot," she advised herself.
A zoom out of the scene showed her holding a hockey stick in the streets outside Fenton Works. Standing behind her was her friend-turned-boyfriend Steven, a blonde sports enthusiast; he was holding another hockey stick and appeared to be guarding a metal trashcan turned onto its side so it served as a makeshift hockey goal.
Standing in front of her was Nicole who was also holding a hockey stick; she and Becky, who also had a hockey stick, were guarding yet another overturned metal trashcan. They seemed dead set on preventing her from scoring a goal.
Danielle smirked as she raised her hockey stick and swung it, hitting a black plastic hockey puck. It jumped off the ground and raced towards the two teenage girls as they prepared to block it. Nicole took a swing but the puck went between her legs. Now it was Becky's turn and she seemed nervous about stopping the puck and jumped aside so the speeding puck could enter the trashcan unimpeded with a metallic CLANG!
"And the crowd goes wild!" Danielle half yelled as she threw her arms high into the air in celebration. The sound of cheers coming from off screen cause the point of view to pan from Danielle to the sidewalk where half a dozen Dani Phantom duplicates cheered Danielle on, all of them going wild in conjunction with her victory statement.
"Nice," Nicole said sarcastically as she stood up and dusted herself off. Everyone turned and focused on her. "Conjuring up your own crowd of fan girls to cheer you on; Glory Hound much?" she asked in a slightly aggravated tone as she lowered her eyebrows in disapproval.
"Grr," Danielle growled angrily as her eyes started glowing bright green. Nicole became nervous and started sweating bullets when the six Dani's surrounded her. Three of them were charging ecto-energy and their eyes were solid green while the other three charged freezing energy so their eyes were solid blue. They were waiting for the command to attack.
"Knock it off Dani," Jazz spoke up as she approached the group of youngsters. She was holding a notepad and had replaced her regular black sweater with a referees t-shirt. She also has her hair pulled back into a pony tail. "She's got a point, you have been acting a little pig-headed lately," she confessed as she wrote a few notes onto the note pad.
Danielle sighed in acceptance. "Alright," she groaned. She raised her hand and snapped her fingers. Her six duplicates powered down before they flew over to her and fused back into her body. Just as she regained her full power, a car horn is heard honking.
"Car!" Steven yelled calmly to the others.
"That's the seventeenth one in the last half hour," Becky groaned as they stepped onto the sidewalk.
"Grr," Danielle growled angrily as he grip on her hockey stick caused it to bend. It started to crack as the stress built. "Ohh, Butter Brittle!" she yelled angrily as the hockey stick snapped in half under the stress of her bending it.
"Butter Brittle?" Jazz asked curiously. "You're starting to sound a lot like Vlad," she said as she looked down at her note pad.
This comparison to the hated man sent shivers down Danielle's spine. "I do not sound like that crazed up Froot Loop," she growled. "And don't ever compare me to him again," she said almost threateningly.
"Alright," Jazz surrendered as she put her hands up in defeat. She turned around and looked for the car that honked at them. "Well, look who it is?" she said as she folded her arms. "It's about time they got back."
Danielle turned around and gasped with delight when she recognized the black sedan as it pulled up and parked near them. "Danny, Sam and Tucker are back from Scotland!" she cheered joyfully.
She sprinted towards the car; running passed the others in the process. The car doors opened and our three favorite ghost hunting teens stepped out and onto the sidewalk. They were all wearing flannel clothing instead of their regular clothes.
Tucker's beret was a flannel red and green as were his pants. Sam's little green hair tie that held her pony tail in place was now red and green as well, as was her skirt. Danny's shoes had the same flannel red and green as did the oval on his shirt and the trimmings at the ends of his sleeves and his shirt collar.
"Hey guys," Danny greeted them as he shut the car's passenger side door. Before he knew what hit him, Danielle tackled him to the ground and showered him with sisterly kisses. "Alright, alright, I get it, you missed me," Danny laughed as he pried his younger adopted sister off himself.
"You have no idea," Danielle responded as she jumped to her feet. "It's just good to have you guys back," she said as she hugged Sam, who seemed shocked by the sudden human contact. She released Sam from her grasp and glanced at Tucker. "Tucker," she nodded before she turned away.
"What!" Tucker yelled in shock. "No hugs for me!" he yelled in complete dumbfoundment. "Didn't anybody miss me while we were gone!" he complained.
Ignoring his outburst, the others gathered around the three returning teens. "So how was it?" Jazz asked out of curiosity.
"We had fun, but more on that later," Sam said as she put her hand up to stop them from asking questions. "What the heck happened over on Main Street?" she asked, pointing her thumb over her shoulder. "They're repaving the center of the road."
The others didn't answer, but they all glanced at Danielle as she whistled innocently.
"Let's just say she finally got her revenge on the Box Ghost," Steven answered for the others.
It was at this time that Danny even noticed Steven was there. "Do I know you?" he asked as he cocked an eyebrow. "You look familiar, like someone I do know," he said as he looked the boy up and down, examining him for minute details.
Steven didn't seem to know how to answer so Danielle answered for him. "He's my boyfriend," she said as she grabbed his hand. "We started dating while you three were in Scotland."
Steven held out his hand to shake Danny's. "The names Steven Ba-ah-ah-ah-" he started to say his last name, but a glance at Jazz who was standing behind Danny and out of his sight was waving her hands to remind him that he shouldn't tell Danny his last name. "-ah-ah-ut my last name isn't really that important is it?" he asked nervously. Danny cocked an eyebrow in confusion.
"No it's not," Nicole said as she stepped between the two boys. "Now if we can put the warm welcomes off until later I'd like to get back to some street hockey before it's time for lunch."
"Sounds like a plan," Jazz admitted. "Ron's coming over after lunch; he's taking me to the movies," she said gleefully. "So we should finish our game before then," she suggested.
"Hey, how come Kim isn't around?" Danny asked as he looked around for the other college girl.
"Internship," Jazz answered without missing a beat. "She's doing some kind of archeological dig in the Amazon where they've just unearthed the remains of a long since extinct race of tribe's people in their abandoned ruins." She looked at her notepad before looking back up at her brother and his friends. "Hey, you three wanna join?" she asked Danny, Sam, and Tucker. "Danielle's team is kicking butt and the other team needs a lot of help," she said as she showed them her notepad. It showed that Danielle and Steven were ahead of Nicole and Becky by nearly twenty goals.
"We're in!" the three teens said happily.
Inside Fenton Works Danny ran to his bedroom and threw the door to his bedroom open. He tossed his two bags onto his bed and slammed the door shut behind him as he rushed back outside.
The green suitcase sat on the bed for a few seconds before something inside of it moved. A small hand phased through the bag and intangibly opened it from the outside. The top opened and a small bracelet with many little jewels on it fell onto the bed. The jeweled bracelet was a lit with a ghostly glow.
The tiny hand reached out of the now opened bag and grabbed the bracelet. A view of the opened bag showed a pair of orange eyes opening in the darkness of the bag before an angry frown appeared in the darkness below the eyes. The creature growled ferociously before it emerged from the bag and swallowed the scene before any of its features can be distinguished.