One of those, "it always happens to someone else" things going to start this out. Yep. Well, guess what, I'm actually writing this before finishing the first Melody in Red. I'm so stupid sometimes. And I don't think there's going to be anymore 'Mirror Phantom', things were starting to get messy.

Anyway, please enjoy 'Melody in Red 2: Conspiracy of Crimson'. Read, review, but most importantly…enjoy!

One: Like That Could Ever Happen

"…That's over fifteen teenagers missing in the past month." Said the man on the news, "Vanishing right off the streets without a trace…! There has been a countrywide fear sweeping across the nation about the missing kids and the government…"

"Can't do anything about it." Danny hissed under his breath, glaring at the screen in the living room from the kitchen as he snatched up his school bag and stomped out the door, "Like they ever do anything anyways."

"Daniel Fenton, just where do you think you're going!?" He winced; his mother only ever called him by his full first name when he was in super, big, deep, trouble.

"I'm going to school!" He called over his shoulder, standing on the steps, hand on the door handle, "Is there a problem with that now!? Because it's all right by me if you don't want me to go anymore!"

"You're not going anywhere by yourself!" Maddie Fenton snapped, rounding the corner with her hands on her hips, "You wait right there until Tucker or Sam shows up, you hear me!? I don't want my little boy getting kidnapped…!"

Danny let his anger drop and sighed heavily, stepping back inside the house and standing in the hall to wait for one of his best friends to show up. No point in fighting a losing battle with his mom, it wasn't worth the waste of energy. Though he could have just gone ghost and flown all the way to school. Danny smirked to himself as he pondered the possibility and was just about to go through with it when someone knocked on the door.

"Hey Tucker! Sam!" Danny grinned at the sight of his two best friends in the whole world, standing on the steps of his house, both looking a little sullen, "What's with the long faces? Are your parents hounding you about 'not being by yourself' too?"

"Unfortunately, yes." Sam scowled, "It was all I could do to stop them from putting a tracking device on me this morning…!"

"I'm trying to pretend it isn't happening." Tucker growled, fiddling with his PDA, "I already have enough stuff I'm dealing with, I don't need this too…!"

"I concur, Tuck, my friend!" Danny bounced down the steps, "It always happens to someone else!"

"You know," Sam said as the three of them started down the street, "It's the people who say that who usually get it. Bad."

"Tch," Danny waved her words away as Tucker rolled his eyes, "Yeah, but you forget who has the ghost powers here…!" He jammed a thumb into his chest, "Me! The all powerful Danny Phantom!"

Sam grumbled something as the trio continued to make their way to school. Never say it happens to someone else, always think it could happen to you. Always.

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Danny lay sprawled across his bed, snoring softly in his sleep, his slightly open window letting in a cool breeze that caressed his face. His mother was all for nailing the windows shut but Jazz had managed to convince her otherwise. Blocking freedom or something along those lines. Danny didn't care. His room was like a freaking oven without the window open. Especially this close to summer.

Something peered over the window sill but there was no moon and there were clouds obscuring the stars. It was completely black. When the thing saw that Danny was sound asleep, it slipped silently into the room, lay something gently on the floor, and crept over to the boy's bedside. Danny mumbled something in his sleep and rolled over onto his side. The figure froze and dropped into a crouch, it's eyes level with the edge of the bed, watching the sleeping teen, prepared to vanish if Danny showed signs of waking. Nothing.

Straightening, the dark figure took something out of an inner pocket and made a tipping motion into its hand were something square-ish rested. Then, slowly, carefully, it placed the square thing over Danny's mouth and nose. Danny's brow furrowed and he started to wake but whatever the figure had done it was taking effect and the boy fell still. Seconds later, the figure removed the square thing, stowed it away, carefully picked the boy up, and moved back towards the window. It slipped the limp form of Danny Fenton into what appeared to be a sack, gently swung it over its shoulder and slipped out the window again without a sound.

The room was silent. A light breath of cool air tickled across the empty bed sheets that were quickly losing the warmth the body heat had given them. No one in the house was wiser to the fact that fourteen year old Danny Fenton; aka Danny Phantom to a select few; had just been kidnapped.

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Nice start, don't you think? I like it. Wicked. The good guys don't always win, I say, and I am a firm believer in that fact! Yes I am!

Disclaimer time! I don't own Danny Phantom! He belongs to the wonderful Butch Hartman who is a flipping genius!

Please review and tell me what you thought of the first chapter of…'Melody in Red 2: Conspiracy of Crimson'! Dun, dun, DUN!