DGG: Hello, readers! I'm glad you're all enjoying Evil Danny. He's fun to write about. Haha. Anyway, here's chapter seven!
"I don't get it, Jazz. How could Danny just…just…" Tuck trailed off while he and Jazz sat out on the front steps of Fenton Works.
"I don't know," the red-head shook her head. "So you told Sam?"
"Yeah. She's just as upset and confused as we are. I told her to come over if she wanted to. I actually thought she'd show up by now. She did say she'd help out," the boy looked down sadly.
"Don't worry about it, Tuck," the older teen leaned over and placed a comforting hand on his right shoulder. "I'm sure she just has a lot on her mind with the news about Danny. I think we all do. She'll be here, Tuck. If she said she'd help us again then she will. I'm sure she needs to process this. I know I did, and probably still do."
Tuck blinked, looking up.
"Hey," he began slowly. "You told me that Valerie was in danger. How did you know that?"
"What?" the girl ripped her hand back and sat up straight, staring blankly at him.
"Yesterday after you woke up, you were frantic to find Valerie. On the way you told me she was in danger. How did you know she was in trouble?" he raised an eyebrow.
The older teen gulped.
"Well," she began slowly while massaging her injured right shoulder gently, "Do you remember how Sam said she had a dream where Danny was talking to her?"
"Yeah," he answered slowly, but suddenly snapped to attention. "Are you saying that…?"
Jazz nodded.
"I had a dream like that. He told me that Valerie was in danger. He wanted me to save her. Actually, he said he wanted me to stop him…"
"Wait. What? Danny told you to stop him from assassinating Valerie?" the tech-geek gave her a deadpan stare.
"Yeah," Jazz frowned while crinkling her brow. "He said that he couldn't help it. It was like he was being forced to do it or something."
"Couldn't help it? Like he's being controlled?"
"I don't know," she closed her eyes and shook her head.
"Well, if two out of the three of us are having dreams where Danny's sending us messages, then I'm going to have to go with Sam wasn't crazy and we should have listened to her in the first place," Tuck bowed his head again.
"Definitely," Jazz looked back at him sadly. "It was crazy. It obviously couldn't have been just a coincidence. You can't have a dream that vivid and lifelike and then just disregard it. It completely riled me up, Tuck."
"Not to mention that he told you where and who he was going to kill. That would be an even bigger coincidence," Tuck pointed out.
"Exactly. That dream was intense. I feel really bad for not believing Sam before. I've only had one dream, and I think she's had a few. I don't see how she can handle them."
"Wow."
"Yeah. And amidst the warnings he was giving me he also told me that he wanted to be found, just like Sam said he was telling her."
"We found him yesterday, didn't we?" the boy frowned.
"I guess so," the red-head shrugged, then winced slightly, "but the Danny in my dream sounded desperate for us to find him. The Danny on the street didn't seem very forthcoming toward us for having wanted to be found," Jazz huffed. "I just wish I could know more about what's going on."
"Did he say anything else?"
"That someone was lying to him, and that he needed help and wanted to be found. His sentences were really disconnected. That's not really much to go on."
"But he warned you that he was going to do this…"
"And that someone's lying to him. Maybe he is being brainwashed or something?"
"That seems the most likely at the moment. There's not much we can really rule out at this point until we get more information."
Suddenly the duo was interrupted from their conversation by the sound of an explosion and screaming. They turned their attention toward the direction of the noises and found two figures floating above the center of town.
"Oh no!" cried Tuck.
"Is it…?" Jazz stared in horror.
"I think so. Let's go!"
The two teens took off running down the street.
"Where is she?" demanded Danny.
The town remained silent, quivering in fear.
"WHERE IS SHE?" the white-haired ghost bellowed again.
Still no one could say anything.
"Daniel, Daniel, what did I say?" Plasmius placed a hand on the boy's left shoulder. "You need to give the people a little incentive."
The fanged ghost suddenly fired a pink ghost ray toward the ground, causing many of the townspeople to scatter.
"Reveal to us the location of Maddie Fenton. And for every minute that you refuse to tell us anything, we will kill off one person," Plasmius threatened.
Everyone in the park gasped, screaming in fear.
"So where is she? Where's my mother?" Danny narrowed his green eyes as he scanned the crowd.
"FENTON WORKS!" one terrified citizen screamed.
"Logical," sniffed Plasmius with a nonchalant shrug.
"But no one likes a nark," Danny smiled darkly as he fired his own ghost ray at the frightened citizen.
The two ghosts smiled as the attack hit its target, silencing the female's cries of terror.
"Which way to Fenton Works?" the young ghost asked.
"You should know, shouldn't you? You lived there!" a male's voice swam into their ears.
The two ghosts turned around to find that an African American male and a red-headed teen had joined the ranks of the frightened citizens.
"Well, well, if it isn't your former friends, Daniel," Plasmius smirked. "Tucker and Jasmine."
"'Jasmine'?" the teenage ghost repeated the name, then suddenly glared daggers at the girl. "Jasmine," he spoke with confidence. "Come here."
The ghost pointed at her, using his telekinesis to hoist her up into the air and bring her up to eye level with him.
"Jazz!" cried Tuck as he reached out helplessly helplessly.
"So we meet again," Danny spoke to her. "Bet you didn't think you'd ever see my face again, did you?"
Jazz remained silent, stealing nervous glances toward the ground below.
"You think you can stop me now? You obviously couldn't stop me before," Danny shook his head slowly as he deepened his glare.
"What?" Jazz asked in confusion.
"You know what I'm talking about. So are you happy now?"
"Hap…happy about what?"
"That you stole my mother," the teenage ghost hissed.
"Stole her? I didn't steal Mom…" the girl knitted her brows.
"DON'T CALL HER THAT!" Everyone flinched at his sudden outburst. "How dare you call her that! How dare you call her anything! You're not worthy of her or any of her affections!"
"D-Danny…" Jazz's voice quivered.
"So where is she? Is she back at Fenton Works?"
"Why? Wh-what do you want with her?"
"I don't really believe that's any of your business. You will find out in due time," Plasmius cut in.
"So? Why don't you take me to her, Jazz? Are you afraid of losing the only mommy you've ever known?" he taunted her.
"What?" she stared at him. "What are you talking about?"
"Where is my mother, Jasmine? And don't lie to me," he began firing up an attack with his right hand.
"Unhand my daughter!"
Everyone turned around to find the matriarch of the Fenton family standing fiercely beside Tucker on the sidewalk.
"Maddie," spoke Plasmius with amusement.
"Mom," Danny smiled, all signs of ferocity gone from his voice as he ceased powering up.
"How pleasant to see you again, Maddie," the older ghost smirked.
The female huffed as she pulled out a small ecto-gun and fired it at the white-clad ghost; however, Plasmius was able to dodge the attack, and frowned down at the red-headed woman. Danny gasped in shock at her action, staring with wide eyes.
"He must have gotten to her…" he thought to himself.
"Come now, Maddie, is that really any way to greet someone?" he taunted.
"Let my daughter go," the female seethed.
"You should be careful how you word things, Mother," Danny smirked as he let go of the telekinetic grip he held on the teenage girl.
"Jazz, no!" Maddie cried.
The teen screamed as she plummeted toward the ground below.
"Danny, do something!" the ghost hunter pleaded.
"I did," he smiled deviously. "I let her go just like you said."
The middle-aged woman as well as the tech-geek ran to catch the teen. Luckily a few other citizens joined in the effort, catching her before she collided with the hard pavement. Danny frowned and glared downward at the people of Amity Park.
"Jazz, are you all right?" her mother asked once she was standing upright again.
"Y-yeah," Jazz stuttered, allowing her mother to take her into a hug.
Danny stared at the girl in his mother's arms, feeling as though a bull ready to charge.
"HOW COULD YOU?" Danny screeched, forcing all the citizens in the square to look back up at him. "How could you replace me?"
"What? Replace you? Danny, I could never replace you," Maddie shook her head.
"It's not fair. I've only been gone a year. One year! And yet here you are treating her as though she's one of your own," Danny's fierce words were replaced with ones of hurt and betrayal.
"What is he talking about?" Tucker raised an eyebrow.
"Danny, no one's replaced you," Maddie spoke calmly as she released her daughter from her embrace.
"What is with you, man?" asked Tuck. "You're acting really crazy!"
"You've stolen my mother from me," Danny continued bitterly. "And now it's time I steal her back!"
The teenage ghost quickly swooped toward the crowd, his sights set on obtaining his mother, but this didn't seem to faze the ghost hunter at all. Instead she shoved her daughter out of the way, picked up her ecto-gun and once again fired; however, rather than a powerful blast being ejected from the cannon, an ectoplasmic net shot forth, taking the boy by surprise as he became entangled within it.
Everyone backed away as the young ghost fell to the ground and began fighting with his restraints, desperately trying to break free. The only people who dared go anywhere near him were Tuck, Jazz, and Maddie. They approached him with caution, unsure of what he might do.
"Impressive, Maddie," the evil ghost above her clapped his black-gloved hands together.
"I would never hurt my own child," she barked at the male. "You, however, I have no problem with attacking," she aimed her weapon at him. "You have a lot of explaining to do, so start talking."
"There's nothing to explain, Maddie," he spoke calmly, now floating with his hands behind his back. "Danny and I have simply returned. Isn't that what you wanted?"
"I wanted Danny, not you!"
"Ah, but you get both of us!" he smiled.
"Mom!" Danny grunted. "Let me out of here! Let me out! I need to take you home!"
"Yes, Maddie, that's all we want. We just want to bring you home," agreed Plasmius, a devious smirk now playing on his facial features.
Everyone stared at the two ghosts quizzically.
"Let him go, Maddie. Keeping him restrained will do no good for anyone."
The female made no intention of moving.
"No?" Plasmius raised an eyebrow. "Then I suppose we'll just have to do it our way. Daniel!"
The ghost instantly stopped struggling within his net, smirked, then used his telekinesis to fling the restraint off him, causing it to fling itself around the red-headed woman.
"Mom!" cried Jazz.
"Make one move toward her, and I'll strike you down just like I did to Valerie," Danny warned.
The girl instantly froze, torn about what to do.
"All set, Daniel?" asked Plasmius.
"All set, Dad," the boy smiled as he grabbed the net and took off into the air.
"Jazz!" Maddie cried as Danny and Plasmius dragged her off into the distance.
"Mom, no!" the red-headed teen fell to her knees with tears in her eyes.
"Jazz, did you hear what Danny said?" asked Tucker, still staring into the distance.
"What?" the girl sniffed.
"He called Plasmius 'dad.' What is going on here?"
DGG: Oh my! And this is where I shall end it until next weekend! Thanks for reading and for the reviews I've gotten so far!
Also...I've done this on like two other stories...but there's a poll on my profile. Feel free to look at it if you enjoy other fandoms of cartoons. I'm trying to figure out what to focus my energies on next, and thought I'd see what the public wanted. Just something to think about! Anyway, thanks! Keep reading and reviewing!
