Chapter 4
"Dude." Tucker hissed, shaking his friend's freezing shoulder as he tried to wake him up. "Danny."
"Huh, what?" Danny asked, waking up as he turned over to look at Tucker only to shiver. "Man, why is it so cold?" He pulled the blankets closer to his chin only to look down at them, feeling them as cold.
"Dude, you're freezing the bed." Tucker said, getting up to try and warm back up.
"Make since, since I was dreaming I was in the Ghost Zone." Danny admitted, getting up out of the bed. He grabbed his pillow and blanket before Tucker stopped him.
"No, you keep the bed." Tucker said, throwing his pillow on the floor. "It's already frozen anyway."
"Sorry." Danny tried, sitting the bedding back on the bed as he watched Tucker take his blanket and lay it out on the floor. "I wish I knew what was going on with my powers."
"You and me both." Tucker mumbled, trying to get comfortable.
Danny sighed as he climbed back into the cold bed, it not being too bad for him as his mind tried to go through what could be messing with his powers only for sleep to take over.
-.-.-.-
"Edward, I need to know which one's the ghost child." Reginald growled, leaning over the man's shoulder as Edward flipped from guest room camera to guest room camera on the screen in front of them. "Vlad said the shield would render his powers unmanageable."
"Excuse me, but why didn't you just ask him who it was?" Edward asked, clicking to the next room.
"What fun is that?" Reginald asked, eyeing the butler. "You know the hunt's half the fun."
"Of course." Edward said, clicking next once more.
"Stop." Reginald ordered, looking closer. From the camera's perspective, he could see Danny asleep on the bed, shivering, as Tucker fought to make the floor conferrable. "There, he's got to be our half ghost."
"You want me to get Mr. Masters?" Edward asked.
"No, not yet." Reginald warned. "Not until we have him."
A flashing light on the radio alerted them towards the far right of the table. Edwards reached over and gently raised the volume.
"…last seen in a class D lifeboat from the cruise ship the S.S. Minnow. Thirteen high school students, all around the age of fifteen and two teachers, both in their late forties were last seen off the cost of South Bimini when the cruise ship, the S.S. Minnow ran aground." A female voice said. "If anyone has seen them or has any in-"
Reginald reached over and turned the volume off again. He looked at Edward and said, "Tomorrow I'll get them to join me for my morning constitution. We'll capture him then."
Edward nodded his head as he watched Reginald leave the room.
-.-.-.-
"Come on you lot!" Reginald called out, leaving the group of teens on a path through the jungle.
Whines came from the group as Mr. Lancer said, "I better make sure there's no stragglers." The man slowed to a stop, letting the group he felt partially in charge of go by. He counted each teen, glad when he got to Fenton and his two friends as he got to thirteen.
"I mean, heat, lightning, uhm, some of your parent's ghost hunting equipment?" Tucker was say as Mr. Lancer started following them. "But none of that would've cause all of our electrical to melt like they did."
"And I'm starting to wonder if the whatever is messing with me too." Danny said, peaking Mr. Lancer's interest. "It's almost like the week after the accident."
"Look out!" a voice called out just in time for the ground to rumble. Before anyone could do anything, the ground gave way, taking Mr. Lancer and the three friends.
The four found themselves going from a dirt hole to a metallic slide as they slid in a few directions, all the while going down. They slowed down to a stop as behind them the sound of barriers slamming down came to them from the slide before the last barrier slammed down, locking them in a room underground with florescent lights in the ceiling being their only light.
"What on earth was that?" Mr. Lancer asked, holding his head as he tried to sit up.
"I'm thinking Colonel Peacock is too similar to the major." Sam admitted, getting helped to her feet by Tucker.
A sound of fist and mettle colliding turned their attention to see Danny shaking out his hand as he stood next to the barrier blocking them in. He turned to the three and stated, "Well, that's solid metal."
"Duh." Tucker rolled.
"I do apologies, Mr. Lancer." A familiar British voice said as a door opened. A blaster went off four times, encasing the four people in a green goop-like substance. They looked up to see Edward walking in with a woman dressed in a business skirt suit with a gun in her hand. "You were captured on mistake, but I'm afraid we can't let you go now."
"Which on is he?" the woman asked, looking towards Edward.
"The African."
She walked over to where Tucker had fallen back to the floor after getting shot, her heals clicking against the cold concrete floor. She leaned down and grabbed Tucker by the goop close to his chest and picked him up, off the ground.
"Hey!" Tucker exclaimed, panic getting him when his feet left the ground. "You know, isn't it supposed to be the guy to wipe the girl off her feet, not the other way around?"
"Shut up, ghost boy." The woman growled at him, pulling him so they were eye to eye. Tucker's joking smiled left as confusion took over. "I know your little secret, we all do. Why else do you think you've been having problems with your powers? We put a disrupter shield around this island targeting your unique type of ecto-plasm."
"Wait, you think I'm the ghost boy?" Tucker asked, confused.
"The Guys in White have been following your signature since you left Amity Park, ghost." The woman explained. "There's no point in denying it now." She tossed the gun behind her, expecting Edward to catch it, as she pulled out a three pronged device on a handle and showed it to Tucker.
"What is that?" Tucker asked, fear leaking into his voice.
"Leave him alone!" Danny cried out, seeing danger for his friend. "He's not the one you're looking for."
"Stop this right now!" Mr. Lancer ordered.
"Edward, gag them." She ordered, not letting her eyes leave Tucker's. She smiled as Edward clicked the gun to a new setting and shot it three times. "Let's see if the Fenton's are right and ghosts don't feel pain, huh ghost boy?" She stabbed the three pronged device into Tucker's chest, hearing the boy scream as electricity raced through-out his body.
She pulled out the device as Tucker's body slumped over, his head dropping backwards as his eyes closed. She threw his body down to the floor and turned to the other three. "Tell him when he wakes up to expect another shock if you don't tell me who the real ghost boy is."
The two left as Danny inch wormed his way over to his best friend, Sam slowly working her way behind him. Danny plopped his head down on Tucker's chest, trying to listen for a heartbeat when he let out a sigh through his nose. He pushed himself up into a sitting position and nodded his head at his friend and teacher. His eye brows increased as if he had noticed something only to start chewing at his gag. He turned his head away from Tucker and managed to spit out a small section of the goop gag and said to the two, "It's Fenton Ghost Goop!"
Sam instantly understood and started chewing as Danny saw Mr. Lancer's questioning face.
"Spit dissolves it." Danny explained before trying to work more at his gag.
Sam spit out a good chunk of the goop on to the floor and turned to Danny. "Why did they think Tucker was the ghost boy?"
"Who knows." Danny admitted. "She said the Guys in White were part of this."
"Do you know any reason they would even suspect Tucker?" Mr. Lancer asked, finally getting enough of the gag away.
"I mean, we help Phantom sometimes." Danny half lied, noticing Sam's worried eyes. Danny shrugged towards his teacher. "That's the only thing I can think of."
"Your parents don't know, do they?" Mr. Lancer dead panned, knowing the Fenton's.
"Um, no. They don't." Danny admitted. "Please don't tell them."
"I haven't yet." Mr. Lancer admitted, getting confused looks from the two. A laugh escaped the man as he continued, "It doesn't take a genius to realize you three have been doing something ghost related. If they had asked me, I would've thought you, Danny, were the ghost boy." The man looked at them coolly, as if knowing more than he was saying.
"W-why you say that?" Danny asked.
"Cause every time Phantom appears, you've disappeared but your friends and your sister has been seen fighting with Phantom." Mr. Lancer said, gaining a look of surprise from the teens. "Also Danny Fenton, Danny Phantom? There's not much of a difference there. I just wanted to know how it's possible to be both ghost and human."
Danny sighed, admitting defeat. "I'm fifty-one percent human and forty-nine percent ghost." Danny said, looking at the floor. "How long have you known?"
"A little bit after I beat you three at Doom." Mr. Lancer smiled. "Honestly, I was disappointed at your haunted house, though I look back on that now and realize it was all your parent's fault."
"Man, that was months ago." Sam exclaimed.
"So does that mean you'll be a bit more lenient?" Danny asked. "You know, on detentions and all?"
"I'm not supposed to know, am I?" Mr. Lancer pointed out.
"Well, thanks. For keeping it a secret." Danny smiled at the man.
"No thanks needed. I figured you had enough on your plate without blowing your secret." Mr. Lancer admitted. "So anyway of getting out of here?"
"Not ghostly." Danny admitted. "That disrupter shield she was talking about's been messing up my powers."
"Ya, someone froze the bed last night." Tucker mumbled with a gasp of pain as he tried to breath. "Has anyone told her I'm not the ghost boy she's looking for?"
"She knows." Danny admitted.
"How you doing?" Sam asked.
"I just got electrocuted, what do you think?" Tucker said, keeping his eyes closed.
"Know the feeling." Danny smirked. "How long have you been awake?"
"Long enough to know we're stuck here." Tucker said. "So what's the plan?"
"What we always do." Danny admitted, "Wing it."
