(Authors Notes)

Wow, I'm kinda surprised at the progress of this story already! I'm so happy at the amount of followers already, but seeing as this is my first fanfiction, that's ok right? X3 Yay! Anyways, this is chapter 2, and I hope it's ok because I was dealing with distractions every now and then. X) Please Review, it makes me happy to see comments! Let me know if anyone seemed out of character or something didn't flow quite right! :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom, Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja, or American Dragon Jake Long

I wish I did -_-

BTW, No outcomes from Phantom Planet or Hong Kong Longs exist in this story.

Chapter 2 – Black Pumpkins

A loud bang of metal against cement rang out across the small town of Amity Park, creating an ear splitting screech. A glowing knight with purple flaming hair picked itself up off of the ground, grabbing several blood orange pumpkins from his belt. Taking aim, the knight hurled the three pumpkins at a black and white dressed boy in a jumpsuit with dove white hair and toxic, neon glowing green eyes. The boy, who looked to be in his mid teen years, jumped out of the path of the pumpkins, hands glowing green as he tumbled away from the explosion that had resulted from the vegetable. The teen thrust his now bright green hands out in front of him, allowing a vivid green ray to shoot towards the knight who nimbly dodged out of the way. The man in shining armor allowed his own unnatural green eyes to begin glowing purple, suddenly shooting out a violet ray towards the white haired teen, much like his own. The jump suited boy flew back into a tree as the ray met with his chest, temporarily winding him. The knight charged forward only to be shot back by a blue beam, enveloping his leg in ice that appeared from nowhere.

"Danny!" An African American teenager with a red beret and pastel yellow shirt shouted out at the green eyed teen. A metal container left his hand as he tossed it towards him. "Catch!"

The oddly dressed boy reached out and grabbed the cylindrical container from the air, twisting the lid off and pointing it towards the knight.

"Say goodbye Fright Kni- huh?" The teen, whose name appeared to be Danny, stopped mid sentence, looking around in confusion. "Where'd he go?"

"He was here just a minute ago…" The African American stated.

"Thank you captain obvious," A Goth girl chimed in. She wore a black shirt with a violet circle in the middle, black and green plaid skirt, and purple leggings with black boots. Her raven black hair swished with the motion as she turned her head, amethyst eyes glaring at the African American, words dripping in sarcasm. "I'm pretty sure we all were just aware of his presence Tucker."

"I'm just saying Sam," The African American by the name of Tucker retorted as he pulled out a PDA. "Maybe I can find the Fright Knight on my ghost locater." He said aloud, tapping a few things on the screen. After a moment of waiting and a few anxious beeps, Tucker slowly dropped the PDA from his view and put the device back into his pocket. "That's strange. No other ghosts in the area except Danny. The Fright Knight just vanished from thin air." He explained to the two other teens standing in front of him.

Amity Park was what seemed to be a normal town, but under all the people, buildings, and extreme strangeness, the town was a hotspot for ghosts. That's right, ghosts. However, as ghost attacks became more frequent, the people of Amity Park became accustomed with it and had managed to fit the problems into their schedules as a regular way of life. Much like Norrisville, Amity Park had their own 'ninja' to deal with the problem, a few ghost hunters, but mainly the ghost boy known as Danny Phantom. This ghost, however, was not like the others that haunted the town, he was actually a regular teenage boy (as regular as a teen can get with ghost powers) that attended Casper High School, a sophomore by the name Danny Fenton. The only people that knew of Danny's secret ghost life was his high tech loving friend, Tucker, Goth friend, Sam, and his overprotective sister, Jazz.

Danny stood and thought for a moment, then simply rolled his eyes and exhaled.

"Well, as long as he's gone from town, we should be fine. Let's just hope he doesn't come back any time soon." Danny cautiously looked around before letting a flash of white light and two bright blue rings drift over his body, one traveling up and the other traveling down. As the rings did so, his black and white jumpsuit was replaced with a white and red t-shirt, jeans, and red sneakers. His snowy white hair and emerald eyes were altered into pitch black hair and bright, ice blue eyes. Danny's human half now stood before Sam and Tucker, eyes glancing up at the sky, scanning for any more ghosts.

"We should probably get to get school. I don't think any of us need any more absences on our report cards." Tucker commented, seeing that the time was 7:15 on his PDA. "After all, anything could happen within the next 15 minutes to delay us from getting to class."

"School," Sam sighed, kicking at a rock on the ground. "One of the many joys of life."The trio headed off towards what they called the "prison of education."

The school bell rang as the three teenage friends skidded into their first period classroom. The run in with their school bully, Dash, had taken a bit longer than usual days. He had, after all, forced them each to eat the three gummy worms he'd found that morning on his way to school. The pure disgust and feeling of the rough and chunky gummy worms traveling down their throats had left Danny, Sam, and Tucker puking for five extra minutes as they attempted to be rid of the vile candy. Their nauseous looks were still plastered on their faces as each teen sat at their desk, awaiting the untold boredom Mr. Lancer would teach that period.

Danny's eyes watched the out of shape teacher in front of him quietly, barely listening as Mr. Lancer went over the wonders of public speeches. His mind drifted in and out of various thoughts, eyes slowly closing, before coming to one that caught his attention. The fight with Fright Knight earlier that morning. Why would a ghost, especially one with so much power and determination, vanish from a fight so suddenly? It was unusual for a ghost to do something like that. The next connected thought stumped Danny as well. Why had Tucker's PDA not been able to pick up on the Fright Knight's ectoplasmic signature? Had he really disappeared from the area? If so, How? And more importantly, Why?

Danny's unanswerable questions were suddenly interrupted by the harsh calling of his name coming from the front of the class. His clear blue eyes snapped open as his head suddenly jerked up, heart fluttering from the abrupt alert to his surroundings. For half a second the teenager thought there might be a ghost attack until he saw the amused eyes of his classmates bearing into his own.

"Mr. Fenton," sounded the somewhat feminine voice of his teacher. "I would very much appreciate it if you would not take a nap in my class. I'm sure your grades would appreciate it too." Mr. Lancer said calmly as he turned back to the chalk board, picking up a piece of the powdery chalk.

Danny rolled his eyes quietly, somewhat returning his attention back to the lesson. It wasn't entirely his fault that he had to stay up at night and catch ghosts along with having to finish homework. If only he could get a little slack from his teachers and parents every now and then, his life would be so much easier.

Danny's slowly dropping head snapped up again as a sudden shiver passed from his chest and out of his mouth, the air in front of him slightly fogging as his ghost sense appeared. Danny's eyes examined the room silently before he slowly raised a hand, hoping Mr. Lancer would see it. The teacher sighed as he caught the motion in his peripheral view and twisted to see who it was.

"Can I go to the bathroom?" Danny asked as soon as he spotted the teachers green eyes glance at him.

"Mr. Fenton, class just started," Mr. Lancer stated in annoyance. "As you know, you should have gone before class started. I'm afraid I'm going to have to reject your question."

"Please, it's an emergency." The teenager pleaded, knowing that at any moment chaos might break loose.

Mr. Lancer opened his mouth to reply when the shattering of glass erupted from the back of the room. Each student stiffened in the silence, awaiting a ghost to come crashing in, but none did. Instead, a small black pumpkin sat on the ground, eerie and mysterious, while the room began to grow colder. Mr. Lancer crept towards the broken window, peering out to see who or what was there. Surprisingly, the area around the gaping hole in the wall was clear, not a sign of life appeared.

Danny's heart sped up as Mr. Lancer crept closer, thoughts rushing through his head. What is it, a pumpkin? Is it one of the Fright Knights? What does it do? Should I warn Mr. Lancer or help him? What if it explodes...?

Mr. Lancer slowly stooped down and poked the black vegetable. When nothing happened, he picked it up and examined it quietly, noticing a symbol that looked like a mythical dragon's wing.

"Well, well. This, class, is an attempt at a way to interrupt our education and strike fear into all of us. If you would ever like a more ridiculous way to stop a class, I suggest throwing a blue carrot at a window. That might just get you noticed and, if you're lucky, a detention." The teacher and vice principle tossed the pumpkin away into the nearby trash can, wiping his hands on the front of his shirt. "Now, for the second time this morning, might I continue?"

Danny looked over at Sam and Tucker, confused. He was met by the same look from his friends, bewildering him even more. None of them had any idea what had just happened. The teenagers were sure the pumpkin belonged to the Fright Knight, Danny's ghost sense could confirm that, but why had he thrown in a pumpkin that had done absolutely nothing? More so, what was that strange mark they had seen etched into the black vegetables side and how was it relevant to anything?

A sudden smoking from the trash can caught Sam's eye as she looked at her friends. Craning her neck to see around Danny, she pinpointed the smoke coming from the trash can that had just welcomed the pumpkin. Sam quickly jerked her head at the wastebasket to alert her friends of the smoke.

Danny and Tucker both turned their gaze to the object Sam had been gesturing to. Danny stiffened, his eyes growing wide as the haze appeared. He rotated his hips and legs out from underneath his desk, attempting to stand up but he was quickly prevented from disposing of the threat when the out of shape teacher turned towards him.

"Mr. Fenton," Mr. Lancer said through clenched teeth, his patience thinning. "Is there something you or your two accomplices would like to say?" he asked, gaze scanning over the three of them.

Danny immediately cringed. He wanted to tell his teacher of the trouble but it could result in questioning of how he would have dealt with the problem. Just as he came up with an excuse to the educators question, the trash can exploded, plastic pieces raining down on the now screaming teenagers. The smoke remained for a few menacing seconds before springing to life, charging straight at Mr. Lancer who had currently began shouting directions to leave the class room. Danny's eyes broadened.

"Mr. Lancer, look out!" he screamed, dashing towards the teacher. He launched himself at Mr. Lancer in an effort to push him out of the way, but it was too late. Mr. Lancer's body was already flattened on the floor, his eyes opened wide in terror and pain. Danny and the rest of the kids that still lingered in the classroom stared at their teacher in horror as he began to glow, his screaming increasing more. The vice principal's eyes faded into a blood red, as well as long, intimidating claws grew from his fingers.

"Everybody," Sam said quietly. "We need to get out of here without making any sudden movements. Slowly turn to the door and walk calmly out." She instructed, turning herself. The rest of the teens followed instructions quietly, glad somebody was taking charge.

Almost all of the students had filed out of the classroom before Lancer let out an ear splitting cry, scaring the rest out. The teacher had risen to his legs; his body pitch black and covered in menacing knight's armor. He held a red sword in one hand that glowed slightly black, the blade glistening from the sun pouring into the room. His shining ruby colored eyes glared at Danny, filled with hate. The teen hero clenched his fists tight, ready to throw a punch if needed but instead, Lancer phased into the floor, leaving the trio alone.

"Come on!" Danny said to Sam and Tucker, transforming himself into Danny Phantom as the ice colored rings swept over his body. The ghost boy grabbed his friends' shoulders, turning himself intangible and allowing the power to pour from his body into the two other teens. He dove into the floor as Lancer did, coming into the next room and spotting the haze covered teacher terrorizing a science class room.

Danny placed Tucker and Sam on the floor before charging at the medieval dressed vice principle. The hit sent Lancer flying into a cabinet, catching him off guard. The knight pulled himself out of the metal doors and turned to face Danny, red sword shaking in his hand. He launched himself at the ghost teen who dodged out of the way, snickering slightly.

"The guy may look scary but he sure does fight like Lancer." The hero commented, ducking from one of Lancer's punches. "Come on Lancer, I'd love to do this all day, but you need to make a hit some-" Danny's sentence was cut short as a metal fist collided with his stomach, sending him crashing into the ground. He looked up slowly as his breath came back, somewhat discombobulated. Danny huffed and pulled himself back up into the air, glaring slightly. His hands glowed green as he charged his ghost ray, aiming it at Lancer. The beam shot at the knight who simply deflected it with a spinning sword, sending it back to Danny. The ghost boy ducked, ray flying over his head and erupting on the chalk board at the front of the class, leaving it smoking slightly. Danny hissed quietly, slightly irritated that he had misjudged Lancer. He hurled himself at the teacher, intangibly flying through the armor and body and coming up from the back. The hero swung a fist at the back of the knight's head, landing a blow that temporarily left him winded on the ground.

"Tucker, the thermos!" Danny yelled down at his friend. At the sight of a distraction, Lancer's evil form raised his sword, preparing to swing it down onto the ghost in front of him.

"Danny, look out!" Sam screamed urgently. Danny turned, seeing the sword as it began to come down upon him. He attempted to dodge but the blade caught his side, leaving a fairly big gash.

The ghost teen screamed in pain as the blade came into contact with his body, ectoplasm and small amounts of blood beginning to pour from the wound. As the sword came back to Lancer, the slight black hue it had been carrying vanished, now instead forming around the slice in Danny's side. With the black haze now gone, Lancer dropped to the ground, his red eyes returning to their natural green. The teacher returned to his regular form, armor dropping off of his body before disappearing into thin air as well as his black skin returning to its paleness. Lancer was curled up on the floor, slightly dazed from the riot that had happened moments before.

Danny however, was not lying on the floor in a daze, but in mortal pain as the black smoke drained into his wound, filling him with more agony. His cold, ghost body suddenly burst with heat as if he was surrounded by fire, causing beads of sweat to roll from his forehead. His body began writhing on the floor as Danny fought with the pain, screaming even louder.

"Tucker we have to do something!" Sam said, panic rising in her voice. She ran to Danny's side, Tucker joining her as they watched their pain stricken friend.

"What do we do though? We can't suck it into the Fenton thermos, Danny would be trapped too!" Tucker stated. Sam looked at her friend then at the wound on Danny.

"Here," the Goth said, fear slightly filling her voice. "I'll try to drag it out, into myself leaving Danny free. While it's coming towards me suck it up with the thermos." Sam explained. Tucker opened his mouth to object but knew the other teen would tell him differently. He nodded and backed up, uncapping the ghost thermos and aiming it at Sam. Sam stood and bent down towards the wound, reaching out to touch it. The haze around the cut parted as Sam touched the gash, leaving her completely smoke free. She grunted in annoyance and waved at the smog, stirring it. For a moment she was about to give up, but her doubt was put aside as the mist swirled out of Danny's body and towards her.

"Tucker, now!" Sam yelled as it began to cover her. With a push of a button and a whirring noise, a bluish-white light poured from the thermos, enveloping Sam and sucking up the black smoke. Sam and Tucker silently looked around them and checked themselves before grinning. Then, suddenly remembering their friend, they dashed back over to him.

Danny's eyes snapped open as Tucker shook him gently, slightly scaring both of the teens hovering over him. He slowly sat up, putting a hand to his throbbing head as he scanned the room in front of him.

"Is it gone?" he asked Sam and Tucker slowly, looking down at his stinging side. Tucker nodded, putting up the thermos proudly.

"Are you ok? I mean," Tucker started rephrasing as he received a glare from his ghost friend.
"Do you feel any different?"

Danny shook his head, regretting it as the throbbing increased in his brain. "I don't feel different, just the cut on my side and a headache." He informed his friends. The gash had now reduced itself to a small cut, a bruise slightly around it. Danny stood up slowly, transforming back into a human. "I should be fine by lunch."

The three friends left the room quietly, forgetting Lancer on the ground. They headed towards their first period classroom to grab their backpacks for the next period, talking quietly. As Danny grabbed his backpack from his desk, he felt his tongue flicker from his mouth awkwardly and unintentionally. He cocked his head in confusion as he wondered why he might do something like that.

"Hey Danny, you're getting better at healing yourself," Tucker commented. "Now you only have a small cut in a bruise. It looks weird though." Danny looked down at his side, seeing that his friend was right. Shrugging it off, they headed towards period two, wondering what boring thing their teacher would be saying about the ghost attack. The bruise had looked weird though, Danny realized as they rounded a corner. It almost looked like the winged symbol they had seen on the black pumpkin.

There you go guys, chapter 2! let me know how you felt about this chapter :)

Updated 08/04/13