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Chapter 1
(Danny's pov)
The day after my trudge through the sewer, my clone Dani arrived needing to be stabilized. I did not want her to worry. Therefore, I never brought up the previous nights encounter or the decision to inform the Justice League throughout my entire adventure with her and Valerie. (Destabilized) I had instructed Tucker to send the Justice League every bit of information we had gathered about the GIW and their criminal activity, as well as just some general goings-on from Amity Park. That took around a day and a half. The day after that, everything seemed to happen at once. The GIW got shut down for endangerment of innocent civilians, the possession and sale of unregistered high grade weaponry, conspiracy, withholding information from the US government, and operating under false pretenses. That was to be expected, considering what we gave the JL. I wanted Dani to stay but I had no way of knowing whether the Justice League would help me as a hero or hunt me as a villain. The suspense was half-killing me but I did not have to wait long. Apparently, the day after Dani was stabilized the GIW were shut down. However, that is pretty much where the good news ended for me. The Justice League had a press conference that evening, the stated topic, Phantom. This would clench my fate. Would I be considered a hero or just another "putrid ball of ectoplasmic evil" as my parents so often put it? And so now I am sitting in front of Sam's basement TV with Tucker, Jazz, and of course, Sam with bated breath as the news station begins the press conference. Martian Manhunter was the one to step up to the podium.
"Thank you for gathering here today. We are sorry for taking so long to realize the extent and severity of the situation here. In addition, we did not understand the extent of the insufficiency of the priorly instigated organizations to handle this situation. Nor did we realize the criminal actions the GIW were partaking in. However, now that we are aware of the situation, we have decided to partner with local ghost hunting agencies to rectify the current ghost problem. We are also looking into other individ-"
It was at this point that a over-eager reporter shoved a microphone in Martian manhunter's face demanding, "What is going to be your policy regarding Phantom?"
Martian Manhunter paused for a second or two. I didn't know what was going to happen. Scenario after scenario ran through my head. The butterflies in my stomach intensified. This was the moment of truth. I was depending on this single response to keep me out of the Justice League's crosshairs.
"Hey Sam, could you turn the TV up?" I nervously asked.
"Sure," Sam replied.
When Martian Manhunter spoke again, he was calm, collected and dead serious.
"I completely understand why this is such an important issue. However... We are currently not at liberty to expose that information as we are still evaluating the facts and have yet to come to a full conclusion. However, we are looking into other individuals that may have connections to GIW and will be detaining and prosecuting any co-conspirators we find ourselves. Thank you, now any questions?"
The swarm of media was immediate with questions being fired off left and right. The first question to rise above the rabble was "Why did it take so long to realize the extent of the problem here in Amity Park?" Martian Manhunter quieted the crowd with a wave of his hand. Than he began to speak.
"We were unaware due to the implementation of a sophisticated information control Network originating from servers found within the GIW headquarters here in Amity Park. And the odd energy that permeates the entirety of Amity Park and its surrounding area."
Upon the completion of the questions and answers the media was riled once more to questions. However, before I was able to hear even the next question, my ghost sense went off. I groaned, got up from my chair and transformed. This alerted Sam, Tucker and Jazz to the nature of my problem. A ghost was near. I shot out of the ceiling, turning intangible and invisible to go through the house. By the time I got back, the press conference was over.
"So what did I miss?"
"Not much. Just some excuse as to how they got the information and then it flipped back onto questions about the league itself. So who was it this time?" Sam replied, still looking at the TV where the news was still on.
Tucker was too engrossed with tinkering with his new personally built PDA to even acknowledge my return.
"Actually by the time I got there, some of the league had already captured the ghost. So I just came back here."
"That is great. I guess this means you'll finally be able to catch up on your classes in school," Jazz stated authoritatively, like the academic overachiever she was… wow I have got to spend less time with her. But, then I would need a new therapist.
"We don't actually know if that will be the case. The league has not given their thoughts on Phantom. He could have just traded out one pursuer for another more competent one" Sam interjected.
"Thanks Sam, do you always have to look at the down side?" I replied in a sarcastic tone.
"You know, I have been against this plan from the beginning."
"But Sam the GI-"
"I know your reasoning. Just stating the possibilities. Now, shhh. I think that they are saying something important."
"This just in, all school classes are required to go to the football championship in Happy Harbor tomorrow."
"Well, I guess we'll be going on a trip," Sam said matter of factly.
"Come on little bro, we have a lot of packing to do, our flight leaves tomorrow" Jazz said grabbing my wrist, and dragging me out of Sam's basement before I could protest or even say goodbye to Sam or Tucker. Not that Tucker would have noticed, as engrossed as he was in his new PDA.
It was odd, flying in a plane, encased in metal and not flying under my own power. Not entirely unpleasant, but odd nonetheless. The day before we left was hectic, but uneventful. The only piece of news of interest was that Vlad was arrested for conspiracy and bribery. Even he would have a hard time getting out of that one, especially with the 24 hour surveillance the Justice League has him under, in accordance with the normal protocol for unknown metahuman containment. He'll probably be out in a few months but that's still a few months without Vlad Masters/plasmius. Since all of the town was already part of one school district that meant every kid in town was now at Happy Harbor for the three day extended weekend. This was an excellent opportunity. With the town currently swarming with superheroes, and government officials that were not trying to rip his guts out and dissect him, he could feel reasonably certain the town and be safe and he could take a well-deserved vacation. First one he's had in a year-and-a-half since his accident. Just him and his two friends Sam and Tucker, no ghosts to fight, villains to catch. None of the crazy inventions his parents make that he needs to either Dodge or destroy. It was nice having a vacation from all of it.
As we were taking our seats at the game, our conversation turned once again as Tucker brought up another consequence of our ghost fighting. "I told you, Sam, you should really get that checked out by someone"
"And I told you, I'm just fine. It's just a burn I got from the overgrowth incident!"
"It's shaped like a blood Blossom and hasn't changed for weeks. I don't think that's normal burn behavior."
"Tucker's right. Sam, you should at least get my parents opinion on it. It could be something serious." I interjected cautiously.
Not wanting to incur the Wrath of Sam Manson reinforced steel boots.
"It's just a little burn, you know how long it takes for Echo Burns to heal. It's not even that big and doesn't even hurt anymore. It's not like we haven't gotten stuff like this before."
I gave her an incredulous look
"I already cleaned it, it's all good."
"Sam, me and Tucker are just looking out for you. We're worried."
"I'm fine."
" but Sam I think-"
"Quiet, the game is starting."
"Since when have you cared about football, Sam" Tucker chimed in.
"Shut up Tucker!" Sam exclaimed.
"I'm done talking about this so either shut up or meet the end of my steel toe boot"
"... so Tucker, how's the integration of Fenton Tech with your PDA coming?"
"extremely well actually! I was able to fit a lot of your parents inventions into it thanks to the Fenton Kramer you let me use. I've got a laser mechanism like the laser lipstick, a portable Ghost Scanner, even a small force field based off the Fentons ghostshield! In addition to that, I've got brand new software that-"
It was at this point I began to tune Tucker out as he continued to speak in technobabble, I love the guy but sometimes I can't understand half the words he's saying. The game itself wasn't all that interesting so I decided to lie down and see if I could catch a few Z's. I was almost asleep too when suddenly my ghost sense went off. I got up.
"Great! \They even follow me halfway across the nation. So much for vacation."
Sam and Tucker looked at me and knew immediately what I was talking about. I got up and started to slip down beneath the bleachers when out of nowhere something came rocketing towards me. It was a sword, but that's all I had time to register before it impaled me straight through the chest right above my core. As the hilt hit my chest, it shattered all of my ribs. One of which, I'm pretty sure punctured my heart. It then continued all the way thru my chest destroying my spine and continuing thru to the ground. I'd had worse, just... not as Fenton, It was as it exited my back that I blacked out.
Not long before this in Mountain Justice
(Outsider pov)
"Come on Connor, it's the final game of the season and I'm pretty sure it's going to be a good one!"Megan exclaimed.
"I just don't get what is so appealing about watching guys slamming into each other and passing the ball around."
"This one's going to be against The Amity Park Ravens the team from that town that the league has taken such a strong interest in these past few days. You know, the one that the rest of the team was sent to help out with."
"I don't really see what that, has to do with this?"
"The league had all of the kids go on a mandatory field trip here to watch the game, and we were told to watch the Happy Harbor. They're all going to be at the game so we can still watch the town and the game"
Connor just raised an eyebrow at her
"Come on we could think of it like... a date!" Megan suggested.
"Why do you want me to go to the game so much?" Connor inquired.
"I don't know... I just kind of feel like we should be there together. Please Connor, for me"
"Alright fine."
Connor just arrived at the game when Megan started doing her cheer. He had decided to take his time with the walk over so he was about 30 minutes late. But before he had time to sit down and watch, he heard something unusual. Like the ticking of clocks. Then he heard the sound of a blade cutting through the air at high speed. Connor quickly located the projectile and bounded towards the blade intending to intercept it. However, he had hardly made it 10 feet when he saw the blade crash into the bleachers on the other side of the field straight through one of the civilians.
AN. Thank you for the support and comments I have done a bit of revision on the first chapter but I would love more tips to help me improve my writing. Shout out to, readers light for his amazing comment. I hope to receive others as enlightening as this. Thank you.
If you're wondering when he has had worse, check out the reality trip finale. He literally gets liquefied and pulls himself back together. And I highly doubt Freak Show would revive him or turn him back to normal. However, for this story. wounds received from mundane objects (such as the roller coaster car) heal almost instantaneously, so long as his core remains his intact, and he is in ghost form. In human form, halfa's heals faster, but the same speed for both mundane and anti-ghost objects.