Danny Phantom - Power Surge
Chapter One
Outside, the night was already drawing in; the sky was a blanket of darkness, dotted with greying clouds. There were no stars scattered across the infinity, and the moon was concealed behind a thick grey veil. The darkness was almost prevailing on the abandoned streets, and the silence even more so. But inside the halls of Casper High, the electric lights were still flickering, and students were still milling to-and-fro - one student in particular. His name? Daniel Fenton. He was an average looking kid, with average black hair, an average white shirt, and average blue jeans. The look on his face was pretty average too; well, average for a for a fourteen year old boy who had just been given four hour's worth of algebra catch-up work. Thank god his sister was an academic genius.
He slammed his locker shut. It was the end of a very long day, and balancing two lives really was taking its toll on the teenager.
"How does superman make it seem so easy...?" he muttered irritably, turning the lock. Like usual, it refused to click, but after three hours of 'extra-curricular activities' (or, as the majority of the country called them, remedial lessons), Danny couldn't care less. Instead, he turned around and left, heading out into the night.
Out on the street, the boy breathed a sigh of relief. He was free once again – well, at least until tomorrow morning – and Danny Fenton was more free than most. Glancing back and forth, he closed his eyes, focusing all his attention on one thing; becoming his alter ego, Danny Phantom. Two glowing rings appeared around his waist, and in a flash they had raced along his body – replacing those ordinary clothes with a streamlined black lab-suit, those ordinary blue eyes with glowing green irises, and that dull black hair with locks as white as snow. Danny was far from ordinary – he was a half-a, a half-human, half-ghost, and in this form, he was as light as air. He glided along the streets like this, passing through buildings when they were in his way. He would be home in no time.
Ten minutes later Danny Fenton burst through the door of his house, and into the warmly lit kitchen. Except today, it wasn't empty. His sister sat around the table, behind a stack of papers a mile high. She beamed ridiculously (who could seriously be happy with that much paper work to get through?) as Danny entered.
"Hey, Danny." She said cheerfully, before turning back to the huge, muscular boy who sat beside her. He tossed his blond hair arrogantly, but Jazz didn't seem to mind. "I'm tutoring Dash tonight as well, I'm afraid." She said shortly, before turning back to the work in hand. Danny pulled a face; Dash always picked on him at school, and it was bad enough being around him then. However, Jazz, being the responsible, kind person she was, stepped in when Dash's grades hit rock bottom – and now Danny had to bear with him during his free time too.
"Great. Just great." He said irritably, before walking over to the sink. "That's this evening's peace and quiet out the window."
"Stop complaining, will you. Sam and Tucker are here as well, y'know." She continued, pausing to draw a big red 'X' beside Dash's latest equation. Danny felt his mood lift. Tucker had been his friend since, well, forever, and Sam was the nicest girl he knew.
"Really?""Yeah, Really." Tucker said, as he and Sam appeared in the doorway, Tucker still clasping his wireless controller.
"How was detention, then?" Sam asked, pouring herself some of the coffee that still lay in the jug. Danny laughed hollowly.
"Eh, I swear, Mr. Lancer has it in for me. Not only does he want an essay on why 'falling asleep in class in not acceptable behaviour for a freshman student', he's also told me she wants my homework in this Friday instead of next. And there's me thinking I could have a night off."
Tucker laughed; he and Sam knew what Danny meant. Not only did he have homework to do, he had ghosts to catch and evildoers to punish. This month, there seemed to be evil afoot every single night – no rest for the wicked, apparently. Sam cleared her throat, a sign that she did not find this subject suitable in the Fenton's kitchen.
"What's the homework, then?" Tucker asked.
"Oh. A day in the life of Daniel Fenton." Danny muttered. Sam (who had been drinking at the time) choked on her coffee, before bursting out laughing.
"You've gotta be kidding me!" Tucker yelled. All three friends hooted with laughter, falling against each other. Dash and Jazz remained grave-faced.
"What's so funny, Fenton?" Dash snapped, and Danny shut up immediately.
"Nothing." Danny said, before spotting the controller in Tucker's hand. "Hey, you got the wireless one you wanted!"
"Of course I did." Tucker replied smugly, "c'mon, I'll show it to you." They vanished into the next room, with Sam still giggling under her breath.
"Man," dash commented, slamming his hand down on the table, "your brother's weird."
Jazz smiled absently.
"He's weirder than you think."
Next part up soon!
The plot will come into play soon, I promise. This is just a warm-up. Comment and critisize to your heart's content, please!