Danny and Sam sat in awe, because lying before them was the most terrifying dog they've ever seen. It was almost as large as Kujo. (Shades of Gray) It had thick, matted, grayish brown fur. It had paws bigger than Dannys head.
"Whoa…" Sam was mesmerized by the lumbering figure.
"Maybe we should get out of here. Like now." Danny said nervously, casting a glance at the large sleeping canine.
"Danny, you have ghost powers, we'll be fine. Besides," Sam replied matter-of-factly, "it's asleep. What's the worst that could happen?"
"Hey guys, are you alright?" Tucker burst in through the door, shouting loudly. The dog woke up.
"Never mind. We should leave." Sam whispered.
The large mutt rose to its feet, the fur on its neck began to rise as a low growl emitted from its mouth.
"Whoa…" Tucker gasped as he realized what was going on.
"Yeah, that seems to be the common consensus." Danny remarked. Suddenly, the dog started barking madly. It turned to face the three teens, its teeth viciously bared.
"Time to leave." Danny tried to shout, but the words got caught in his throat. He grabbed Tuck and Sam by the collar of their shirts and started to fly away, the large canine in hot pursuit.
Had anyone been watching from outside the building, the following seen would be enough for an alcoholic to run to a church, and to make a priest make a mad dash for the bar. Three teenagers burst out of an old abandoned warehouse, flying, seemingly trying to escape something. It might have been plausible if they had flown out of a door, or even a window, but no. They had come out of a brick wall.
Danny, while not flying at full speed for fear of what might happen to Sam and Tucker, was still booking it, for fear of what might happen to Sam and Tucker, and himself, if the dog caught them. Not paying attention to where he was really going, a sound floated into his ears. It reminded him of his name…..
"Danny!" Sam shouted exasperatingly. Danny turned his head to look at Sam, who pointed down the street. There was no dog.
"Oh" Danny flew the three down to the sidewalk.
"Where did it go?" Danny asked.
"It's weird, it never left the warehouse." Tucker replied while fiddling with his PDA.
"Huh, that is weird." Danny turned to Sam. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm just glad that I'm a cat person." Sam looked over at Tucker. "What's he doing?" Danny shrugged.
A figure watched from above the warehouse, it's dark form was hidden from view because it was standing right in front of the sun. It watched the teens talk for a moment, and stepped into the shadows.
Sam walked over to the table her, Danny, and Tucker ate lunch at every day at school. Well, except that one day after Danny lit the Chemistry labs sink on fire. Nobody is really sure how he did that.
"Darn it!" Tucker shouted angrily at his PDA. He hadn't stopped messing with it since the escaped the warehouse the other day.
"What's with him?" Sam asked Danny, who was already enjoying his pork roast lunch.
"He's been trying to figure out what type of dog that was. Apparently he got a picture of it on his PDA."
"Yeah, and it's not matching up to anything!" Tucker exclaimed, turning to his friends. "And I went back to the warehouse eater that night, and it was gone!"
"Geez Tuck, I wouldn't take you for a dog fanatic." Sam remarked, digging into her salad.
"Oh no, I don't do dogs. They slobber all over things." Tucker replied, turning back to his PDA.
"It wouldn't be so bad if your floor wasn't covered in techno-junk." Danny casually remarked. Sam bit her tongue to keep from laughing. She had a reputation to uphold, and laughing at jokes just wouldn't cut it. Although if she knew what they were in for in the days to come, she would've wished that she had spent her time laughing.