"What do you think you're doing?" He demanded.
"Let's see. Trying to close this hole, and taking out my anger on you." I said, giving him a sneer.
Skulker laughed.
"You think you can beat me, Ghost Child? You have another thing coming." He replied.
I threw an energy blast at him, but he quickly deflected.
He shot something at me, and I tried to go intangible, but I didn't do it fast enough.
Whatever he shot, cut my arm.
"Haven't you gotten better at anything?" He asked.
I didn't respond.
"Apparently you've gotten better at keeping your mouth shut." He yelled and threw another blast at me.
I dodged it, and sent one of my own.
He tried to dodge it but it grazed his shoulder.
Skulker let out a grunt and glared at me.
"Do your parents know that they're harboring a ghost?" He asked.
I stopped. "Where did you hear that?"
"Word gets around, kid."
I deflected his blast. "No, seriously. Where'd you hear that?"
He shrugged. "It's been said before that you were raised by anti-ghost parents. It's kind of ironic that someone who hates ghost so much could be harboring one in their own house." He gave a grin.
I narrowed my eyes. "At the moment, no. They don't have a clue."
"Ah, but your sister does. You know, if a ghost were to ever overshadow her, your parents would know in an instant." Skulker laughed.
I grimaced. "Yeah, they would. But what are the odds that they wouldn't be able to tell that she was being overshadowed?"
"Their own son is a ghost hybrid, and they don't even know it. If you ask me, your parents are pretty thick." He replied.
I hurled another blast at him,that got him in the chin.
He must have been seeing stars because it took him a second to recover.
In that split second, I was able to shield myself from his response.
"You made a horrible mistake, Ghost Child." He snarled.
"Yeah, so did your mom. It's called that face." I said.
He hurled something at me that sent me spinning backward, almost through the hole.
My leg dangled through the hole, causing a burning pain.
I gave a cry of agony, and I shrank away from the hole.
Skulker glanced from me to the hole. "You can't go through."
"What?" I asked.
He laughed. "Oh this is too good. You can't go through."
"What are you talking about?" I snapped.
"When this portal was created, it was made so humans couldn't go through. I almost forgot that you're half-human."
"Did you create this hole?" I asked.
He shook his head. "I wish I did. Seeing you writhe in pain is more fun than I thought."
I growled and headed for him.
He gave a grin and shoved me backward and into the hole.
I felt like I'd stepped into the middle of a fire, it burned so badly.
Screaming in agony, I hurled myself forward and checked my body for signs of flames.
Skulker laughed. "Wow. A ghost who wouldn't survive in the Ghost Zone. Now that's unheard of."
I snarled at him and threw a blast his way.
After a second, I moved away from the hole, so if he wanted to shove me through there, he was going to have to work for it.
"Well this has been fun, but I have things to take care of." He grinned and dove through the hole.
I almost went after him, but I remembered the pain and that was enough to stop me.
"Danny, are you ok?" Sam asked.
I shook my head. "No. I have no idea how to close this portal, and apparently my misery is entertainment to the other ghosts."
"Danny, relax." Tucker said. "We'll just go back to your house and work out a plan to close the hole."
"Sure. Let's go home. Back to where my mistakes are apparently hilarious too." I said.
"Dude, chill out." He said.
"Fine, whatever. I'll meet you guys back there." I replied.
I took off further into the Ghost Zone, wanting to get away from it all.
"Danny!" Sam called.
"I don't want to talk." I removed the Fenton phones from my ears and let them drift into the air.
I forgot that human objects floated in the ghost zone.
After a second of watching them hover, I took off flying and diving, headed anywhere but back to my house.
After a few short minutes, I was at the portal that led to Vlad's house.
Maybe I could mess things up in his house.
I dove through the portal and was met with Vlad Plasimus.
"What are you doing here?" He demanded.
"Looking for a fight." I said. "You up for one?"
"Let me guess, Daniel. You're feeling angry because your enemies keep beating you. So why not use me as your personal punching bag?" He asked, grinning.
I'd knock that grin off his face.
Unfortunately, I never got the chance, because ropes sprang up from the floor and tied me down.
"Groaning won't set you free, Daniel. So cut it out." He said.
"Let me guess, Vlad. This is all part of your master plan to somehow one up my dad?" I demanded.
He laughed. "No child. I one upped your dad back in college. And again when I became a millionaire."
His eyes narrowed. "And again when I saw the way that Maddie looked at me. Like all she wanted to do was jump over the table and-"
"I'm going to throw up over here." I said.
He grinned. "One day, Maddie will be my wife. And you'll be my son. Wouldn't that be perfect?"
"Yeah, for this new reality show. It's called Dysfunctional families." I tugged on the ropes. "Starring the father and son who want to kill each other."
He laughed. "You're quick, Daniel."
I struggled against the ropes and tried to go intangible.
"Why can't I phase through these?" I demanded.
"But apparently not quick enough. You think I'm not smart enough to create things that my enemies cannot get out of? Of course I have ropes that will bind any ghost or human."
I tried again and again to phase through the ropes.
Vlad had a sick grin on his face. "Trying is futile, boy. I suggest you stop."
I don't know where I harnessed the power but I spread ice from my hands that climbed onto the rope.
They shattered into little pieces.
Vlad looked dumbstruck. "How-"
I cut his words off with an energy blast.
It hit him square in the face, knocking him backwards.
After he struggled for a second, he sent something sharp my way that embedded itself in my arm.
I gritted my teeth against the pain and I yanked it from my arm.
I dropped it onto the ground and it clattered against me.
He laughed again and sent something else my way.
I dodged it effortlessly and it flew past me and into the Ghost Zone.
"What would my mom say if she knew you were fighting her son?" I grinned.
He let out a loud snarl and punched me in the face.
I staggered backward.
A ghost usually relies on his abilities in order to defeat his opponent.
He gave another laugh. "You really haven't gotten better, have you?'
I threw a punch of my own, but he grabbed my wrist, stopping me from reaching him.
With his other hand, he reached up and grabbed my throat.
I swung my legs and kicked him in the chest.
He released me but continued to glare.
I flew into the ghost zone, my anger settling back down.
After a few moments of hovering, I realized he wasn't going to follow me.
Not that he needed to. He knew exactly where I lived.
It wasn't that hard for him to track me down.
With that thought in my mind, I raced through the ghost zone and headed home.