Yay! New chapter! I'm not the best when it comes to battle scenes. Just imagine Phantom and Plasmius attacking and insulting each other while the events of this chapter take place. Enjoy the chapter!
Chapter 7
Regroup
Sam used to think school was boring but sitting at the police station all afternoon was way more boring than sitting through Lancer's English class. Her only source of entertainment was watching the various oddballs being brought in for God knows what. Tucker seemed to have calmed down after the interrogation with Detective Danville. He was now quietly fiddling with his PDA. Jazz also calmed down from the events that happened today. She was reading a pamphlet that said "How Teenagers Deal with Traumatic Events." Detective Danville gave it to her to help her cope with the murder.
The phone on Detective Flack's desk rang and Flack answered it. He then started talking to someone named "Hawkes." 'Must be a nickname.' Sam tuned him out and went back to observing the odd crooks that were being brought in and out of the room by random police officers.
"Hey listen Hawkes. Mac is calling. I'll drop by later for more details." The mentioning of Mac's name got Sam's attention. 'Isn't he the guy Danny went with before we left GhostCon with Detective Flack?'
Flack pressed a button and spoke to Mac. "Hey Mac! Where the hell are you? I need that last kid over here to put in an official statement."
"…"
"Holy crap Mac! You guys okay?" asked Flack now full of concern. Sam was also concerned. She tapped Jazz and Tucker's shoulders. They both looked up. Sam put a finger to her lips and then pointed to Flack, indicating for both of them to be quiet and listen.
"You want back up?" Flack asked into the phone.
"…"
"Mac did you get a concussion or something?" said Flack in disbelief. "I can't bring those kids to you. What if they get caught in the crossfire?"
'Crossfire? Did Danny and Taylor get caught in a shooting or something? I hope Danny's okay. Wait. What? Did Flack just say he couldn't bring us to Taylor? Why does Taylor need us in a shooting? Has he gone nuts? Unless…'
"I don't know, Mac," Flack hesitantly said, "If Sinclair gets wind of this it will be both our necks and our badges."
'Sinclair must be the Chief of Police or something. Judging by what Flack is saying, sounds like he and Taylor are not on good terms with this Sinclair guy.'
Flack then moved the phone away from his ear. Sam couldn't make out exactly what Taylor was saying on the other line. Sounds like Taylor and Danny were in hot water.
"Alright Mac, I'll bring them."
"…"
"Mac?"
"…"
"Mac!"
"…"
"MAC!" Flack yelled into the phone. Sam did not like where this was going.
Flack slammed the phone on the receiver. He covered his face with his hand, as if deep in thought about a big decision he needed to make. He then turned towards the trio. Both Tucker and Jazz were now just as worried as Sam was.
"You kids, come with me." Flack said fast walking towards the door. The teenagers followed him, struggling to keep up.
"What's going on?" asked Tucker.
"Is Danny alright?" asked a concerned Sam.
"Not exactly sure," said Flack.
"What do you mean 'not exactly sure'?" exclaimed Jazz.
They were now in the garage, getting into the car. "I mean that our friends have been ambushed by some psycho dressed for Halloween. To make things worse I got cut off before Detective Taylor could tell me where they are!"
Flack speedily drove out of the garage and onto the street.
"Perhaps those beams of light that are shooting into the sky could be a clue?" Sam asked sarcastically. Flack looked to where she was pointing. Sure enough, there were beams of pink and green light shooting in all directions into the sky.
'Sheesh! Is she always this sarcastic?'
Flack stomped on the gas pedal and sped off towards the flashing pink and green lights. "Hopefully it's them."
"I know those pink and green beams anywhere," Tucker acknowledged.
"You don't say?" asked Flack intrigued.
"Tucker, do you think you can shut up?" asked an exasperated Sam.
A beam of green light flew across their path, making Flack slam on the brakes.
"WHAT THE HELL?" Flack shouted. What Flack saw made his jaw drop. A blue vampire was flying –yes, flying! – shooting pink energy rays at another flying… teenager? The flying teenager had neon green eyes and white hair, which matched his black jumpsuit with a DP insignia. The teenager was firing green energy rays at the vampire. It looked like the boy was trying to protect Mac, who at the moment was looking through the trunk of the wrecked car.
Flack realized that his three charges were already out of the car and running towards Mac. Flack got out as well, following them. "Hey! Get back here!"
Sam then slowed down and walked up to Detective Taylor. "Step away from those boxes of weapons before you hurt yourself," she said.
Mac turned around. Flack winced at Mac's appearance. From what Flack saw on Mac's backside, he might have to get his back patched up at the hospital. Mac's face was dirty with dirt, soot, and whatever else the alleyways of Manhattan had lying on the ground.
"Mac! Sit down! You look like hell!" Flack exclaimed.
Mac sat down on the edge of the open trunk. "I'll live," he panted. 'That blast to his back clearly took a lot out of him!'
"Detective Taylor," Sam said getting out a Fenton Wrist Laser. Mac turned to her. "My friends and I will take it from here."
Both Flack and Mac frowned. "NO!"
Tucker spoke up looking through the boxes sitting next to Mac. "Believe it or not but we've been doing this kind of thing for over a year. We know what we're doing. Oooooooo! The Fenton Lipstick Laser!" The techno-geek picked up what appeared to be an ordinary stick of lipstick. Mac did not remember Danny explaining that one! The Goth and the geek then joined Danny in the fight.
Jazz then got two silver belts out of one of the boxes. "Here," she said putting one on each detective. Both looked at her like she had carrots sticking out of her ears. "Fenton Specter Deflector," she explained. "It's to make sure Plasmius doesn't touch you."
"To bad it couldn't protect me from his attacks," Mac muttered to Flack.
Phantom continued dodging Plasmius's attacks. Both were getting pretty tired and irritated with each other. Phantom quickly glanced down at Mac. To his relief Sam, Tucker, Jazz, and Detective Flack finally showed up. 'It's about time!'
From the ground Tucker and Sam fired lasers at Plasmius. He barely dodged them. Phantom blasted him with a ghost ray, hitting Plasmius in the shoulder. Phantom could tell Plasmius was thinking about retreating… for now. To make sure he wouldn't do more harm before his dramatic exit, Danny fired an ice beam at Plasmius's hands, freezing them. Plasmius glared at Phantom.
"It's quite clear that I am now outnumbered," Plasmius stated. "But do not fear, Daniel. I'll be making my next move sooner than you think."
With that, Plasmius faded from everyone's view. Phantom growled in frustration. He looked down at his friends. 'Well, nothing more I can do for now.'
Phantom flew down and landed in front of his friends. Flack made the first move, pulling out his gun.
"FREEZE!"
Phantom slowly raised his hands. 'Oh, crud!'
Mac felt relief for the first time since he can remember. The blue vampire guy, or Plasmius as the kids called him, was gone but it was quite clear that guy would be back. And Danny had a lot of explaining to do. Both detectives were not happy about what just happened. Why didn't the boy tell him? What's his connection with that…thing?
Danny landed in front of the group. Flack pulled his gun out of the holster and aimed it at Danny. "FREEZE!"
Danny slowly raised his hands. "I'm not going to hurt you," he said calmly.
"Hurt me, my ass!" Flack snarled.
Sam pushed Flack out of the way, ran towards the boy, embracing him. "DANNY!" she exclaimed. Tucker and Jazz followed suit.
"You okay, little brother?"
"Dude, did you do what I think you did?"
Flack calmed down, putting his gun away. Clearly, this kid knew them.
"Guys, guys! Relax! I'm fine!" the boy assured them.
"Does Detective Taylor…?" Sam hesitantly asked afraid to finish the question.
Mac figured what she was trying to ask. "On the contrary, Miss Manson, I do know that's really Mr. Fenton. What I don't know is how he knows that Plasmius fellow who was just here and how Mr. Fenton was able to defend me the way he did."
"Danny! Did you reveal your secret to him?" Jazz asked angrily.
"Pretty careless of you, dude," Tucker added.
"What could I do? I couldn't let Plasmius waste him!" Danny exclaimed.
Mac turned to Flack, who was contacting paramedics and backup. He looked back to Phantom and the others. "I don't suppose you could change back now?" he asked.
"Oh, right! Sorry," the glowing teenager apologized. With that, the white haired teenager then transformed back into Danny Fenton. 'It's just like before except vice versa. I wonder how he learned to do that?'
Flack's eyes went wide. "How…how…how the hell did that kid do that just now?"
Before Danny could even open his mouth, cop cars and an ambulance rushed to the scene. Messer, Lindsay and Jo got out of one of the squad cars and ran to Mac and Flack.
"Mac! What the hell happened?" Messer asked in a panicky tone of voice.
"It's a long story, Danny," Mac wearily said.
"I think we deserve an explanation," Jo said sternly.
"If I told you, Jo, you probably wouldn't believe me," Mac replied.
Lindsay stared at Mac and Flack. "What's with the weird belts?" she pointed out.
Both men looked down at their waists. 'I forgot I was wearing this thing.'
"I'll explain later. Right now I need to go to the hospital."
