Ghostly Summer
Chapter 4
By dragonflysky
Ok, I spent who knows how long trying to decide how to lay this chapter out. I am trying really hard to update, but I don't have much time. Not sure if this is going to be any good, but I'll try. Reminder, I don't own Danny Phantom, but I own Mallory and her classmates and friends. R&R, no flames, yah, I sound like a broken record.
Well, enjoy!
If I heard him talk about one of these lame inventions again, I was going to burst. It didn't help that they seemed to go off around me either. My grandmother told me that they used to go off around my father too. No wonder he didn't want me to come, I wouldn't want to put my child through that torture either.
"And this is the Fenton Fisher," started my grandpa. I started coming three days ago and he still wasn't going to let up.
"Jack, maybe we should let her get some experi-" started my grandma, but she was cut off. Hope flared up in my eyes.
"I know what I am doing Maddie, and she needs to learn the basics of ghost catching," he protested. Grandma sighed, knowing she wasn't going to win this battle, but still, I was grateful for the effort. Don't get me wrong, I love my grandpa, he just, gets over talkative. My grandma walked into the kitchen, and pulled something out of the fridge.
"It's great for...FUDGE!" called my grandpa, changing his thought mid sentence. He sped into the kitchen. My grandma signaled for me to follow her. She through a black cube out on the carpet. I watched carefully as a bright light revealed a me on the couch. I was speechless, honestly. It looked just like me.
"Hologram," my grandmother explained quickly, pulling me out of sight. My grandfather entered the room in that exact moment.
"Ok, this is the," he continued pointing to a part on the reel. He didn't realize that it wasn't me. I could have jumped for joy, I was free. Well, not quite, but close enough. I followed my grandma down a flight of metal stairs. Lights and constant beeping were coming from the bottom. I'd never been to the basement, not really. Every time I would try, I would get pulled away, saying it was to dangerous and such. I nervously gripped the railing, unsure of what I might find.
What I saw next could only be described as amazing. The basement looked far more advanced then the pictures I had snuck out of my dad's album once. There wasn't any lights on, there didn't need to be. A bright green glow emitted from the doorway. I walked blindly toward it, wanting to go in. It looked inviting to me, from far away. As I approached it though, the appeal started fading. Ghostly wails could be heard softly from within. How could my grandmother stand it. She came over to me and inserted a small pair of earplugs. The wailing suddenly stopped.
"These are to filter out the ghost noise," she said. I could hear her perfectly, like I wasn't even wearing them. I walked along the desks and tables, keeping my hands to myself.
"Now let me introduce you to my method of training," called my grandmother from across the room. She was standing in front of a large, complicated computer.
"Um...what kind of training?" I asked nervously. I was slightly afraid of what she was going to say. My mind shifted to the ideas of more lecturing, but I didn't get very far. Small rod was thrown in my hand. I looked at it. It was no longer than my fist. I squeezed it, and it grew. To my height to be exact. It felt a little ackward, so my grandma came over to adjust it. By the time she was finished, it was as tall as my elbow. I swung it around. It was fun, perfectly balanced, and glowing a soft blue color. I thought of one of the school bullies and swung at thin air. As I whipped it around back to my side, a sound of breaking electronics was clearly heard. Scared, I turned to see one of my grandpa's ghost gabbers crushed on the floor.
"Oops," I said quietly, moving away. Grandma came up behind me, scaring the heck out of me, if I might add.
"Don't worry, I'll clean that up," she said distractedly, pulling me away from the scene. She went to the computer and typed in a series strokes that I couldn't follow.
"Training level one," said a voice from the computer. I jumped up as two ectopusses appeared. I had read about them, and they were the weakest, but most numerous, ghosts. I brought the staff up to my face.
"Let's start on some basic fighting techniques," said my grandmother smiling. At first, I was excited, I have to admit. But as we progressed, I slowly got bored. I already knew most of the moves, I had taken some classes earlier in my life. Somewhere in the middle of Session 2, the computer started beeping.
"Time to go," called my grandpa from up the stairs. My grandmother grabbed my arm, a little too hard, and pulled me up the stairs to a green vehicle. I recognized it immediately as the GAV that they commonly drove. I pulled free of the death grip and got calmly in the back seat.
"Who is it?" my grandma asked, taking the passenger seat. Grandpa took a sheet of paper that had printed itself out of a little printer by the wheel. I stared at the picture it had printed off, labled clearly 'The Hunter'. My mother had talked about this ghost in her book often, Skulker, if I remembered correctly. My grandpa pushed the peddle down as far as it could go. A belt snapped tightly around my waist. I looked for something to hold on to. The inside was as smooth though, so I dreadfully put my arms against the seat, hoping that a crash would never come. Thankfully, it never did.
Bright flashes could be seen around the corner, so m grandpa stopped. He had always been careful not to park too close to a fight, because he had already had the GAV destroyed 5 times to date.
I opened the door and got out as soon as the belt retracted back into the seat, thankful to have my feet on non-moving pavement. Looking around, I noticed we had ended up near the park. I looked around for my grandparents, only to realize they had already started off to the fight. I started to run and caught up quickly. Upon turning the corner, Skulker was being sucked up into, what I presumed to be, a Fenton Thermos by the famous Danny Phantom. Danny Phantom had been news since before I was born, so I didn't even need to question who he was.
"We were here for the hunter, but you'll do," screeched my grandpa, firing off a gun. Phantom looked his way before becoming invisible. I assumed the blast missed because I didn't here a hit. My grandfather continued firing off random shots in all directions. My grandmother sighed and watched on patiently. I turned my head slightly to see the tall hero of the town next to me.
"Does he always do this?" I asked unafraid. I knew he wasn't a bad ghost, just like the rest of the town. He had come and spoken to me once when I passed one of his battles, so I was comfortable talking to him.
"Yah, pretty much," he sighed. My grandmother left my grandpa's side to come over to me. She had seen Phantom, yet he seemed unafraid.
"I'll get him out of here, can you get Mallory home?" she asked him, with a small apologetic look in her eyes. I remember her telling me that she had given up trying to fight Phantom because he wasn't doing anything criminal. He nodded as he turned me and him invisible and watched as my grandma took grandpa away to the GAV. After they were well out of sight, I could see my limbs again.
"Hi honey," came a female voice from around Phantom, and he jumped up.
"Hi mom," I called from under him, for now he was floating clearly above me. She ran up to me and stood by my side.
"Hi Phantom, Maddie have to lead Jack away again?" she said, as if she had this converstation often. He nodded calmly.
"Too bad you can't learn from Phantom instead," she said absent-mindedly. I knew she was acting though, and I was thankful for it.
"Why would you want your daughter with a ghost?" asked Phantom nervously. Mom gave him a look that always made me feel like an idiot. I guess he felt that way too.
"She needs real experience," she continued, glancing around. Phantom looked like he was about ready to disapear.
"Why don't you teach her," she said with fake realization. I was not really sure what to say. Unfortunately, Phantom didn't either.
"I don't think she wants to, I mean, she is having a good time with her grandparents right?" he managed to say nervously. I wasn't sure what to do, agree with my mom or him. I thought about it for a minute. Real ghost fighting, or listening to grandpa lecture. Do I really have to say what my best choice was?
"Oh please, I really want her to be protected," she said, holding me close.
"I don't think," he began, unsure of how to put his statement.
"Please, I can't live through another day with my grandpa," I begged, knowing that it was the best option. He looked at me and sighed. I stared at him with my patented puppy-dog look, as did my mother. He opened his mouth, to protest I presume, but stopped before any sound came out.
"I guess it couldn't hurt," he said quietly, knowing he had lost the battle.
"Yes!" I cheered. I was so excited, I wanted to hug him. Actually, I did. He stood shocked as I hugged around his waste, for he had long since landed. But I quickly let go, blushing at what I had done. My mother smiled and dug in her purse. She pulled out two small devices, one green, and one blue. As figured, I got the blue one, and Phantom, the green. I examined it closely and noticed mine had a small screen.
"These are so you can keep in contact," she said quickly. We went through a brief description on how to use them. When my mom was done, she turned to leave.
"Can you drop her off at home, I have some things to do. Bye!" she called before running off. Phantom sighed and picked me up. I held on tightly, as we were really high up. Except for the fact that I was flying, I was enjoying the view. I watched as familiar buildings went by underneath me. But before long, we landed on the roof of my house.
"I'll meet you up here when I call you, ok?" he asked akwardly. I wasn't sure what to say so I simply nodded. He got up and flew away.
"Bye," I called after him. He turned around and waved, before disappearing. I smiled as I walked down the door that was on the roof, welcoming the smells of my mothers cooking.
Ok, that was the next chapter. You know what to do, R&R, no flames. Please tell me if you have any ideas because I am having a serious case of writer's block. Well, don't know when I can update again, but I hope you enjoyed!
