Sorry to be late uploading. I really wish you guys would give me some feedback on this story I want to improve ass a writer. Oh well for now here's chapter 4 I'll warn you its a little sloppy and Im sorry but I just couldn't get in the mood to write.... I may come back to tis and tweek a few things later but for now, ENJOY!
I know its a shock but I still don't own Danny Phantom. Im saving up my pennys though, maybe after a while I'll have enough to buy it.... :P
-Chapter 4-
---Jonathan---
"Don't worry so much. I promise I'll be home in time for dinner with your folks." Molly always freaked out when her parents came to town. Her mother and father both were already reluctant about Molly not only living with a man she wasn't married with, but also carrying my child made both of them lose a few days off their life. Coming from a strong Christian background caused them to both be very judgemental of the world around them and even more judgemental of their daughter. "I'll be home before they get there." I soothed.
"Please don't be late Jon. Dad already is uncomfortable with everything, we don't need to give him reasons to start telling me to move back home." Molly begged on the other line.
"I just have to deliver the new project to Mr. Bryerman's partner and then I'll be on my way home. When I get home me and you can sit down and share a glass or two of wine before your parents show up." I heard Molly sigh and then she reluctantly agreed and we both hung up. Of course she would be a little more worried if I told her where I had to meet Mr. Bryerman's partner. Or if she knew that I didn't even know the man's name.
My eyes searched the deserted building warily. The walls looked like they might surrender their losing battle with gravity any second. I pushed the chain-linked gate and watched as rust shook free and fell like dust to the broken glass covered ground. One more shove and the gate's lock snapped off and fell with a crash onto the ground. I slowly opened the gate and made my way to the building entrance. Guess I'm the first one here, I hope 'He'-whoever 'he' is- doesn't keep me waiting too long. As I walked through the empty door frame I almost tripped over the fallen pieces of what was left of the door. Should buildings in this condition even still be left standing? This has death trap written all over it. Well really the walled were covered with papers and tape saying things like 'CONDEMED' or 'ENTER AT OWN RISK' or simply 'DO NOT ENTER'. More papers and tape scattered the floor in charred piles where teen runaways or homeless people tried using them to start a fire. My eyes scanned the single roomed building hesitantly looking for signs the any of these people may still be here. I'd rather not be mugged tonight. My hands flicked to my belt where my gun waited snugly in its holster. The gun was standard issue from the department as was training to use it. My hands touched the smooth cold metal and I felt a little reassurance then my hands touched the ring in my jacket pocket and I felt myself relax almost completely. Finally my eyes landed on a table sitting in the middle of the room. On top of the table there was a brief case and a single piece of paper. Slowly I made my way over and hoisted the case and picked up the paper.
Sorry, something came up and I couldn't be here at the proper time, fallow the directions indicated below,
Please open the case the code is 62-33-46, inside you'll find your sample and a key. Take the sample and leave behind the prototype in its place then use the key to reset the code on the brief case and set it back on the table.
P.S: Take the key with you and dispose of it far away from here; I won't need it to open the case again.
Signed: V.M
I did what the note told me to do and placed the case back on the table. Looking down at the tube of green liquid I shivered. Why does this have to be so secretive? Shaking my head I turned and left the building.
-----Danny-----
"I am the box ghost! Fear my 6 sided cubes of terror!" The box ghost shouted as he began to hurl cargo crates at me; I turned intangible and waited with my arms crossed for him to realize his 'cubes of terror' failed to do any damage. Sighing I became visible again and stretched. An early morning ghost fight by the docks wasn't my idea of a good morning. The box ghost gaped at me with his jaw hanging open. "How'd you manage to avoid my dreadful attack?"
"Dude, Ghost powers? I mean come on!" And with that I zapped him with a small jolt from my index finger. "I'd run if I were you, I'm already late for school and you don't want me to take out my frustration on you."
"So be it Ghost child, But I will return more powerful with larger boxes of doom!" Wait for it...... "Oh yeah, BEWARE!" And with that he vanished.
"Man what a dull way to start a morning." As I turned to leave I noticed that the crates the box ghost threw at me had crashed into the building behind me causing the walls to collapse from the impact, To make things worse inside the crates were countless objects from the new museum exhibit. "Aw great!" I grumbled as a small crowd gathered around the ruined wall and broken artefacts. A few of them yelled a few choice words at me while others reached for their phones to take pictures of the 'Ghost kid'. Muttering to myself I quickly turned intangible and flew away. I gave up trying to explain myself long ago, they never listen. "Damn the box ghost! I should've zapped him into the Fenton thermos." As I flew away I noticed media vans pull into the dock parking lot to cover the damage, Even better. By six tonight the whole town will be watching Danny Phantoms latest attack on the town. Of course the reporters and witnesses never notice that I'm trying to save them from the other ghosts that attack. What a great day this is turning out to be.
-----Sam-----
I can't believe I slept in! I'm soooo late! Mr. Lancer is going to flip! I ran down the sidewalk. If I keep up this pace I can make it to school just in time for class. Okay maybe I'm cutting it close but my ghostly encounter last night left me feeling rather shaky and I didn't fall asleep until 4:00 A.m. Ghosts aren't anything new to Aminty park. For the last few years they have been making themselves more and more known. The news often have Ghost watches were they dedicate an entire segment to the latest ghost attack that threatens our city. Of course I've heard of the elusive Danny Phantom he is one on the more famous ghosts. However, Until last night I've never seen him. I never expected him to be so young. If I was to guess I'd peg him at roughly my age. And I never would've thought he would save me. When I saw that snake ghost behind me I thought I was a goner. I saw my life flash behind my eyes. Then as the snake grabbed my legs I went into a near animalistic state of panic. All I thought was I had to get that monster to let go or I was going to die. Then the weight around my legs vanished and I looked up and seen another ghost, Danny phantom. He zapped the monster away and after a brief struggle he trapped it in some kind of tube. As he turned around I got a good look at him. He was actually pretty cute... I smiled to myself at the memory. I was still in a daze when he offered his hand to help me up. When I finally let him give me a hand I looked into his eyes and saw something hesitant, like he thought I was going to scream and run away from him like I tried to do when I first saw the other ghost. He looked.... Lonely.
"HEY, WATCH IT!" Screamed a male voice from behind me. Two hands grabbed my wrists and jerked me back causing me and whoever was pulling me to fall back onto the side walk. As this happened I looked at the place I was standing before and saw a truck zip past. I stared at the crosswalk in front of me and noticed the 'Do not cross' light was lit up. After mentally cursing my stupidity I turned my head and looked back at the person who saved me. Icy blue eyes met mine and I saw something familiar in them but lost the thought as quickly as it entered my mind. "Are you okay?" The boy asked as he pulled me and himself up off the ground.
"Uh yeah, I guess I haven't really woken up yet." I answered feeling the gazes of the small crowd that had formed. The boy nodded his head of jet black hair.
"Heh- Yeah I can see that." He grinned at me. "Didn't your parents ever tell you to look both ways before you cross the road?" My glare erased his grin from his face and I started to march away. In the distance I heard the bell for class ring.
"Great. What else could go wrong?" I muttered as I continued to stalk towards school.
"Hey! Wait up!" Yelled the boy behind me as he ran to catch up. Turning I felt my anger with this morning build up and released it into my glare. "You... uh... forgot your bag..." He mumbled as he held it out to me while carefully avoiding eye contact. Feeling guilty for taking out my anger on him I reached for my bag.
"Oh? Well thanks for saving me back there. I'm sorry I was a bit of a jerk." He looked at me then and his smile reached his eyes.
"No problem it's what I do." He grinned and then began running towards school leaving me slightly baffled. It's what he does? What does he mean by that?
------Danny------
I looked up at the clock in class. The time read 9:37 A.m. Between my ghost fight and saving a girl from getting run over by a pick-up truck then running to class I missed almost a half hour of class. Mr. Lancer told me off in front of the class then made me take my seat and resumed his lecture. As I pretended to listen my mind continued to wander. Who was that girl? She was kind of pretty now that I saw her in the daylight and got a good look at her, in a gothic sort of way... When I saw her last night I never noticed that her eyes were almost a lavender color. I don't know if maybe that was just coloured contacts or if that was really her natural eye color. Can't say I've seen many girls with purple eyes around Casper high. I mused. Then again this is Casper high, anything can happen. I doubt many people know kids that are half ghost. I continued to let my mind wander for the next couple of minutes until Mr. Lancer snapped at one of the other students. Coming out of my thoughts I noticed the girl from earlier standing in the doorway.
"Mrs. Manson! You're late!" He snapped at the girl as she just stared at him coolly as if waiting for him to be done. Manson? That name sounded familiar. Wait! Isn't that the name of that rich family that moved here last year? I've seen Mr. and Mrs. Manson around town and they didn't look much like this girl. Maybe I'm mistaken. "Looks like thanks to you and Mr. Fenton who was also late today I'll be late getting home to watch my soaps. You both have detention. Now take your seat. Now were the devil was I? Oh right-"
Later, as me and Tucker sat in the cafeteria my mind was still wandering. Of course Tucker noticed this.
"What's up with you today? And why were you so late for school?" He asked, his face conveyed his worry. "Did another ghost attack?"
"Yeah, no big deal though it was just the box ghost." I answered as I let my head rest on my crossed arms. "Don't worry about missing the action though Tuck. It'll most likely be on the six o'clock new."
"Aw man what did you-" He caught my look. "I mean, what did the box ghost destroy this time?"
"A building... and museum artefacts." Tuck shook his head. "Man rough morning and to top it off you got detention as well." He glanced over his shoulder to the table in the corner where the girl from earlier was sitting at all alone. "At least you don't have to spend it alone though I doubt she'd be much company."
"Who is she anyways?" I asked while trying to sound indifferent. Tucker eyed me for a second then answered.
"She's Sam Manson her family live over in the rich side of town. You must have heard about her before." I shook my head. "Man your kind of oblivious aren't you?" I just shrugged. Tucker continued. "Well her parents are both loaded. Her dad is in the stock market and her mom owns the new girlly department store downtown Manson Apparel."
"I've heard about them before I just didn't know they had a daughter or that she went to this school."
"Well I guess I understand that, she doesn't go out much and as you can see she's kind of a loner. And of course looking like that she doesn't really fit in." He replied. "It's kind of funny if you think about it. I you'd think she'd be able to buy nicer cloths or something to fit in."
"Says the school techno- geek." I shot back grinning.
"Hey! I resent that! And besides with that kind of cash behind her you'd think she'd be more popular and defiantly more cheery looking." He said taking in her gothic appearance.
"Money can't buy happiness I guess." I quoted the old saying.
"Yeah I guess... So what the plan for the weekend?"
Finally the last bell rang and the school day was over. Now I just had to sit through detention. I made my way to the detention room and took a seat. So far I was the only one in the room. Early for detention... niceee. I stretched and made myself comfortable.
"Nice crowd." Said a sarcastic voice from the doorway. Turning I wasn't really surprise to see Sam Manson in the doorway.
"Yeah come join the party." I grinned back at her.
"You're rather cheery for a guy in detention." She said as she made her way to the seat next to mine. I shrugged. "I never really introduced myself earlier. Hi, I Sam."
"I'm Danny. Danny Fenton." I said back to her.
"I think I've heard about your parents before. Ghost hunters right?" She asked with a smile threatening to break out on her otherwise solemn expression. I sighed and let my head drop to the desk.
"Yeah that's them." I muttered after a second.
"That's pretty interesting, seeing how many ghosts attacks have been happening lately." I waited for her to continue, expecting the rest of the sentence to be something like 'causing all the damage' or any other ghost hate that usually come hand in hand with any conversation involving ghost lately. But to my surprise she didn't say anything about that.
"So, what do you think about all these attacks?" I asked after a few seconds.
"Personally I think the media puts too much of a negative spin on things." I stared at her in shock. "I mean yeah sure some ghosts are evil but that doesn't mean all ghosts are." Then she turned towards the front of the room and stared at the board lost in thought for a moment. "I mean it's not right to judge all ghosts because some of them are bad. We do enough of that with other people. We shouldn't stereotype."
"That's....A different view on the situation... can't say I've heard people think about it like that." She looked over at me and for a second I saw a look in her eyes that was just as surprised as I was but she quickly shuttered the look and fixed on her indifferent look. Before I could ask another question though I felt the room chill and my ghost senses went off. "Not now." I muttered as I felt the familiar prickling feeling in the back of my neck and looked around.
"Danny? Whats-" Sam started to ask then she froze eyes fixed to something behind me. Oh please no! I thought as I looked over my shoulder. Behind me the boxes on the shelves rattled and shook. NO, NO, NO! NOT NOW! I CAN'T GO GHOST WITH SAM HERE! I mentally screamed.
"Uh I think you should go get Mr. Lancer!" I shouted as I began to shove her towards the door.
"HEY! WHAT'S GOINING ON! STOP PUSHING-" I pushed Sam out of the room then closed the door and locked it. The door shook and rattled as Sam tried unsuccessfully to open it again. "What's going on? Why did you lock yourself in there? Danny? HEY ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME!" She yelled as she realized I wouldn't answer her. Turning from the door I watched as the box ghost fazed into the room.
"One beating wasn't enough for you!" I snarled at him. Two tubes of light appeared at my waste and rose up over my body as I shouted. "IM GOING GHOST!" Then, transformation complete I leapt into the air and hovered waiting for the box ghost to make the first move. The box ghost laughed.
"Silly child! That wasn't a 'beating' as you say for I the box ghost just thought I should pull back and gather my power. Now I shall be 'beating' you!" He hurled the boxes at me and like before I turned intangible as they flew through me. Then I became visible again.
"THAT ALL YOU GOT!" I yelled expecting him to be staring slack jawed at me again. Instead he stared at me with a grin. Then the boxes that were on a collision course with the wall behind me stopped, turned and flew at me again to fast for me to go intangible. The first hit me square in the chest knocking the wind out of me and slamming me into the opposite wall. As I regained my breath the second box flew at me. Quickly I raised a ghost shield to protect myself and the box hit the shield with enough force to push me back threw the wall and into the hallway. I lowered the shield and looked around waiting for the next attack. Sam stood by the door to the classroom staring at me in surprise. Sam was so distracted by me flying threw the wall that she didn't notice the door behind her shake and start to fall towards her. "SAM!" I yelled as I flew over to her then grabbing her waist I quickly turned the two of us intangible as the door fell harmlessly threw us. As I turned us visible again I glared back at the box ghost. However he wasn't there anymore. Looking around I suddenly felt something large slam into my back. I slammed into the lockers that lined the wall and realised quickly I was pinned. I turned intangible and fazed through the lockers and appeared a few lockers down. Stepping out of the locker I looked to see what hit me. Slammed into the lockers I seen several boxes filled with test papers and other objects. Then I looked around for Sam. She lid on the ground by the lockers. I flew over and felt her pulse. She was alive just knocked out. Time to finish this.
"Show yourself!" I yelled, eyes searching for the Box ghost. Then one the boxes slammed into the lockers shook and lifted. I zapped the box with a ecto-blast before it caused more damage. "STOP HIDING!" I saw a faint outline move by the classroom door and shot it with another energy blast the box ghost became visible as the blast hit him and he flew back into the remaining wall by the classroom. I reached for my Fenton Thermos. As I grabbed for it one of the boxes behind me smashed into my shoulder and caused me to drop the Thermos. I reached for it but the box ghost kept pelting me with boxes. After a few well aimed hits I felt myself return to human form and collapsed onto the floor. At that second I heard heavy foots steps running up the hallway towards us. Then several military looking men charged into the room.
"FREEZE!" Yelled one of the men. And they raised their weapons. I couldn't help but stare. The box ghost turned on them.
"Mere humans cannot tell me what to do! I am The Box Ghost! Master of all things square! BEWARE!" He yelled as he launched an attack. A few of the boxes send some of the men flying. Then the remaining raised their weapons. The weapons looked like guns but had a tube of green liquid or gas on the sides. Instead of shooting bullets the guns launched a thick fog. What are these idiots using? I thought as the fog surrounded the box ghost. "Mortal fools! Fog can't stop me –COUGH COUGH—I- I am th- the box –cough- ghost!" The box ghost blinked and swayed like he was drunk and continued to gag as the fog filled his lungs. "Cough- BEWARE!" He managed to choke out as he fell to the ground.
I stared in horror as the box ghost was dragged off by the men. A few of them stayed behind to tend to mine and Sam's injuries. "Why was that ghost attacking you kids?" One of the men asked as he checked Sam's pulse.
"I... uh... don't know." I muttered. I was still in shock. I've never seen a ghost taken down like that. "Who are you guys?" I asked before I realised what I said. The man looked up at me and eyed me for a second.
"That's none of your concern. We hunt and capture spectral anomalies." He replied curtly and then strode off towards the door. "An ambulance has been called for your friend. And if anyone asks... You never saw ANYTHING." With that he fallowed the other men and left.
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REWEIW? It wouldmake my day and cure me of my writers block! Anyways I really would love to know how you feel about these characters Im bringing in... Do you hate them or love them or do you not care either way? Reveiw please and let me know.... Oh yeah did I say please? haha. Anyways the new chapter should be up around next wednesday because I have tests and a long weekend coming up. I hope thats not to long? Oh well!