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4. School Blues
The first day of school for many kindergarteners can either be an exhilarating rush of adrenaline or the feeling that you're going into the spooky woods right behind your house. Either way, the young class of 2009 was in for a wild ride of their adolescent years, starting with their first day at Shade Elementary in Miss Harrington's class. Danny had just "turned" six years old a week ago. It was the two-and-a-half month anniversary of Jack's death, September 4, 1997. Danny hadn't known what a school was until today, and even then, how in the world was he supposed to realize that it would be hard to tell some interesting things about him?
Seven forty-five AM. Danny walked into the classroom and blinked. It was a large room with many pictures of animals, numbers, and letters of the alphabet. Maddie had brought him to the room, and like many other first-time schoolchildren, he had clung to her leg like a lost puppy and cried out for her to stay. She had comforted and soothed him, though, in the most motherly way, wincing at the awkward glances the other parents gave her. Miss Harrington had arrived at the opportune moment, greeting the boy and showing him into the classroom, getting his attention with one of the posters of a tiger. Maddie had quietly slipped out of the room and was now allowing Danny to examine his new surroundings.
"Do you have a place you wish to sit, Danny?" Miss Harrington asked him kindly, quietly taking in his captivated gaze around the room. She had been teaching for the past thirty-two years, and never before had she seen someone so interested in learning about the world in which he lived.
Danny stopped staring at a picture of a mother duck and her ducklings to try and spot any familiar faces around in the room. Suddenly, his eyes were planted on Sam Manson and two other people whom he remembered from the funeral a couple months ago. He ran over to the table and sat in the last seat available. Sam saw him and smiled as he waved over to her. "Hi, Danny!" she said happily.
He nodded vigorously and put some of the things into his desk. An African American boy, wearing a yellow shirt, glasses, and a red hat, looked inside the desk, his eyes widening. "Wow! You like to play video games?" he asked excitedly.
Now, Danny had learned the way of human these past couple of months being here on Earth. He learned that video games were for entertainment, not learning purposes, ghosts were not friendly to anyone in particular, Vlad Masters didn't like him very much at all, especially when he came over one night and spilled Coca-Cola all over his pearly-white carpet, and you should never eat broccoli without cheese and strawberries without chocolate. He also learned that you should make friends with anyone you like- especially in this city. He smiled and nodded. "Video games are fun!" he replied.
"Which one do you like the most?"
Danny thought hard for a moment. "I think I like 'Sly Cooper and the Thievius Raccoonus.' The one about a raccoon stealing back something from these bad guys."
The other boy's eyes lit up. "Really? I love that game, too!" He smiled and pointed to himself. "My name's Tucker. Tucker Foley."
"And I'm Danny. Danny Fenton," he introduced himself.
Hands were clapped a moment later as Miss Harrington looked at all the children in the room. "Well, good morning to all of you!" she told them happily. "I'm Miss Harrington, and I will be your teacher for this entire year! I'm so glad I get to meet all of you since the first time I saw your faces at separate student teacher meetings about a week ago!"
Sam leaned over to Danny and whispered, "She's a little too happy."
He nodded and giggled.
"Now then," she continued, apparently not hearing this remark, "we shall all be friends with one another in here for as long as possible and make sure that no one hangs another on the swings upside down. Do I make myself clear, Dash?"
A boy with blonde hair and wearing a red and blue jacket sighed and nodded. "Yes, ma'am."
Recess is a time when other children play with their classmates and get to know them better, especially on the swings. Danny and Tucker had been playing with each for the past ten minutes until another girl came along. She was also African American, with long black hair and purplish eyes. She wore a yellow top and a skirt. Danny noticed her and looked at Tucker, who was suddenly glued to his spot in the sand, his eyes sparkling like stars in the night sky. "Who's that, Tucker?" he asked.
Tucker's head whipped to stare at Danny in stunned amazement. "Who's that? Danny, that's Valerie Gray! She's only the most popular girl in kindergarten right now!" He sighed and turned his gaze back to her, who was talking with another girl named Paulina. "She's so cute."
"Doesn't she sit at our table?" Danny asked, attempting to turn his new friend's attention away from Valerie.
"Uh-huh," he replied distantly, now officially lost in Valerie's so-called beauty.
Danny shook his head and wandered off to go see Sam, who was busy swinging alone on one of the swings. He sat down in one next to her and began to follow suit, catching up with the girl. She smiled and slowed down somewhat, now swinging at a considerable pace. Danny nodded his head over to Tucker, who was now walking over to Valerie. "So, do you like Tucker or Valerie?" he asked.
This question got the young girl off-guard. She nearly jumped out of the swing and into the sand, but she merely dug her feet into the ground and slowed down immensely. Danny's feet gently touched the dirt as he slowed as well. She sighed and looked over at the two, who were now talking to each other about something. "I think Tucker's kind of cool. I like video games as much as he does, but I'm not so much as the technology freak as he is. As for Valerie…" She twitched for a moment before regaining her composure. "I don't know. She seems a little too… happy for me. There's something about her that really makes me mad."
Danny shrugged. "I don't know. I've never met her before."
Sam laughed a little. Danny frowned. "How come you're wearing all black?"
She cocked her head and look down. Indeed, she was wearing a black skirt and black and purple top. She looked back up at Danny, who looked confused beyond all reason. "I really don't know why," she admitted, shrugging her shoulders and walking over to Tucker and Valerie, Danny following her.
Valerie turned her head and saw Danny walking over with Sam. She smiled at him and put her hand out. "I'm Valerie Gray," she told him, sticking her hand out. "You must be Danny Fenton."
Sam turned around and gagged quietly.
-Archangel-
Vlad Masters examined his fingers as he looked out over Amity Park, turning around and looking in his office where he ruled. Not ruled, but held the city with an iron fist. Now that Jack Fenton was gone, he begin to breathe easier about getting the credit he rightfully deserved. Many called him a tyrant, others a murderer of democracy. He laughed at those who opposed him and gave them a piece of mind- namely, death.
He smirked to himself, a ring or black light splitting down him evenly, morphing him fro the business ruler he was into a vampire-like creature with a large cape and evil beyond even his human counterpart's limits. Vladimir Plasmius was indeed the ultimate personification of evil, being not only a human and a ghost, but also known as an angel. Or, as Heaven City dubbed him, a Fallen Angel. Indeed, once Plasmius had been kind and decent, but all that changed when he became a ghost-angel. His powers of being a ghost were unlocked when he found out the news that he was indeed a fallen angel of legend known as Cherubim. Cherubim was the Fallen Angel of Darkness.
Not exactly what he wanted to hear.
Vlad was banished to the Human World as punishment for not accepting his position as the legendary angel, and in turn, he never relinquished his powers back to Heaven City.
So Amity Park has an angel/human/ghost as a leader. No wonder he has problems.
He walked over to the mirror, glancing over his ghostly self. He closed his eyes and opened those moments later, his black demonic wings having just appeared. What made him nearly freak out was the fact that there was now only one demonic wing and one black angel wing. Plasmius blinked. 'There is something wrong with this,' he thought frantically, gingerly touching his angel wing. 'If there is one angel wing here, then that must mean… oh, dear god, no. That can't be true.'
He turned invisible and flew through the wall, hoping that it wasn't true at all. He suddenly landed on the rooftop of Shade Elementary, glaring over the playground. Plasmius spotted young Danny and suddenly saw a flash of him with large white angel wings, snowy white hair and emerald green eyes. The image was instantly gone, now replaced with the six year old talking with Damon Gray's daughter and the other two children. His jaw tightened. Was this boy, this mere six-year-old, truly the Phantom Angel of Legend that the Council talked about when he was there? If he was, he'd have to dispose of him quickly. Plasmius couldn't let anyone intervene on his plans to take his next target. He already had one population under his control. Now he needed to confront another to gain totally control over all things living.
He flew back to the office and phased through the wall, seeing himself in the mirror again, shooting a pink ghost ray and shattering his reflection into millions of pieces. He refused to have a simple child intervene on his plans to destroy all who opposed him.
He would take out Danny no matter what the cost.
His wings disappeared a moment later, and he was his simple ghost self again, smiling sadistically at the plans for the unsuspecting city. But first, he'd have to make a phone call to get his plans all in proper working order. He picked up the phone and punched in a few numbers. A brisk, male voice on the other end answered, "Gray."
"Damon," he hissed.
Plasmius practically felt the vibrations of nervousness from over the other end of the line. "Vlad," he whispered. "What do you want?"
"I want you to open back up the facility," Plasmius told him matter-of-factly. "It's going to be required that you run some…tests for me within these next couple of months and years. There's some human examination that needs to occur, and I want you to be the head of it all."
Damon's jaw dropped. "I can't open it for another ten years! Project Silencer is…"
The other's voice dripped with heavy anger. "You'd better figure out a way to speed up Silencer, or so help me, I will make sure it does go faster. Do I make myself clear, Damon?"
"Perfectly," he replied, nervously tugging on the phone cord and hanging up.
Plasmius smiled and hung up the phone. Silencer. Project Silencer. He loved the sound of one of his most brilliant plans. Even if Damon didn't know he was actually talking to his ghostly side…
Ah, well. That's what you get for running the city. And soon, the world.
Oh, dear. Project Silencer? What the heck is that…?