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Phase Seven: Run Like Hell

Dash sat there in shock as Danny leapt at the panther ghost, gripping it by the tail and flinging it at the wall, knocking it out, before sending an ecto-blast as big as Dash's head at the wolf ghost, knocking it out as well.

Dash stared at Danny. "No," he muttered before raising his voice, "No! This can't be! It has to be a trick. A stupid trick!" he stood and clenched his fists, advancing on Danny, "You can't be Phantom."

Danny's wild eyes flickered to Dash's fists before he gave an enraged snarl and launched himself at the jock, spit dripping from his mouth. Dash just barely had time to fall to the side to avoid his classmate.

Danny landed on all fours, staying low, looking like an attack dog. Dash backed up fearfully.

"Hey man, I-I don't want any trouble…"

Danny lunged again and Dash screamed. But that panther ghost again leaped at Danny, the two tumbling into a heap, clawing and biting.

Dash scuttled backwards on his ass, fearing for his life. His eyes glanced over at the still unconscious wolf ghost bent on killing him before settling back on the panther ghost and Danny.

The two were going at it like their lives didn't matter, both of them seizing every opportunity to do the other harm. Danny didn't look like himself or like the Phantom he was pretending to be. His hair was messy, his suit was torn, and his eyes were red and filled with savage fury that Dash had never seen on any human face.

Dash stood and bolted as fast as he could. He had to get himself as far away from those raging ghosts (and Danny) as possible.

He stopped to catch his breath on a street corner. The sun had set and it was dark. He should be getting home soon. But that wolf ghost was still out there. He needed a place to hide.

"Dash!"

The jock turned at the shout to find Manson and Foley storming up to him. Manson grabbed him by the collar and growled out "Where's Danny?"

"How should I know where your freak friend is?" Dash said, "Probably still fighting off those ghosts."

"What ghosts?" Sam asked, worry slipping into her angry exterior, "Where are they?"

"Look I'm kind of on the run right now so if you wouldn't mind," Dash swiped the girl's hand away, "I'll be going now."

"Not until you tell us where Danny is," Foley demanded, blocking Dash's way. The jock glared down at the tech geek and cracked his knuckles. Foley gulped.

"Look," Manson said, forcing herself to calm down, "We need to know where he is. Which direction-"

A howling noise cut her off as the wolf ghost came barreling around the corner, Danny right behind it, bounding on all fours. He looked very different form when Dash had last seen him. He no longer wore a shirt or shoes. His tattered pants were the black pants of his Phantom disguise. His face had gone paler and his hair was both black and white.

The wolf knocked Manson out of the way and lunged on top of Dash, Danny crouched nearby, red eyes gleaming eerily. Dash noticed his classmate's teeth looked sharper and deadly.

"Danny?" his friends exclaimed in unison, but the freak ignored them, growling at Dash as he tried to wriggle free of the ghost's grip.

"Help!" Dash yelled, "Get them off me!"

The wolf ghost snapped at him and Dash shut up, shaking with fear. He knew that they were just playing with him now. They would soon get bored and tear him apart. It was the way it worked.

Danny laughed, a cold, inhuman sound, and powered up a glowing green ecto blast aimed straight for Dash's head.

"Danny, no!"

Manson and Foley each seized one of Danny's arms and pulled him back.

"You can't do it man!" Tucker said as Danny tried to bight his hand. Tucker cringed but held his grip.

"Snap out of it Danny, this isn't you," Sam said. Danny stopped struggling and looked up at her, his face forming a strange expression like hunger and longing.

Sam's eyes widened. She looked franticly at Foley. "Tucker… the thermos… get it..."

"On Danny? But-"

"Now Tucker!" Manson nearly screamed. Tucker bolted, leaving Manson and Dash with the two ghosts.

The wolf ghost had been distracted from Dash by Danny's antics with his friends. He growled softly at Fenton and the boy responded in kind, his gleaming, predatory eyes never leaving Manson as she backed slowly away from him.

"Easy Danny," she said, "I know you wouldn't do what I think you want to do."

Danny's eyes traced the girl and Dash realized what Manson was talking about. But Fenton would never have the nerve…

But the wolf's attention was back on Dash as he picked up the jock in his teeth by the arm and threw him against the wall like a rag doll. Dash felt his elbow break and whimpered as he hit the ground. The wolf growled, its mouth dripping with saliva.

Manson was still backing away from Fenton, tears forming in her eyes.

"Danny I know this isn't you. Please snap out of it."

Dash was surprised at himself; he couldn't stand to see her like this. He had always thought of Manson as the freaky bat chick. She was never emotional unless it was anger and always quick with a comeback. She hardly had qualified as a girl in Dash's eyes. But, some obscure instinct made him act.

So, against all his better judgment, Dash called, "Hey Fentony! Your bat girl is ugly as my grandpa's butt!" The wolf ghost slashed his claws at Dash's chest, sending a siring pain through the jock's body.

But his insult worked… unfortunately. Danny roared with anger and lunged at Dash's head, ready to crush it in his hands. But just before the sophomore reached him, there was a whir of circuitry and a blue vortex engulfed Danny, sucking him into the thermos Foley was holding.

The wolf ghost lunged immediately for the tech geek, but was promptly sucked inside the container as well. As Tucker capped the thermos, Sam walked over to Dash.

"Can you stand?" she asked, offering a hand to help him up. There was a strange expression on her face, a mixture of anger, hate, worry, gratefulness, and guilt. Dash didn't know how someone could feel all those emotions at once without exploding.

"Of course I can stand!" Dash spat, batting the girl's hand away. He made to get up, but pain shot through his chest and arm and he slumped back to the ground.

"Yea, of course you can," Manson mocked, her angry demeanor back in full. "Well maybe you should just sit still and we'll get you some help."

"You're not just going to leave me here are you?" Dash asked, suddenly worried, "That panther thing is still out there!"

Manson and Foley exchanged a look before both walked over to Dash, helping him stand and supporting him on either side.

The three made their way in silence down the street and towards Fentonworks. The group stumbled to a halt in front of the scientists' front door.

"Tucker hold him for a minute, I'm going to make sure the cost is clear," Manson ordered. Foley nodded and shifted his weight to better support Dash.

The jock watched as Manson opened to door and poked her head inside. "Jazz?" he hear her whisper, "Jazz?"

Manson slipped inside and shut the door. Dash watched the living room window as Sam spoke to Jazz. The 17-year-old glanced out the window quickly, nodded fast, and rushed Sam on her way, sprinting into the kitchen.

Sam threw open the front door and hurried to the two boys.

"Come on," she grunted, helping Tucker haul an exhausted and bloody Dash up the steps.

They made their way to the kitchen, Dash leaving spots of blood on the carpet.

He had only been inside the Fenton's place a few times. He remembered the kitchen. It had a door leading to the basement. But Dash had never been in the basement before. His head spun as they descended the stairs. He vaguely recalled something about losing a lot of blood being a bad thing.

He remembered getting a look around the place before he fell. It was a lab full of shiny and not so shiny equipment that he had no idea the uses for. Then the dizziness overtook him and he swayed, trying to find some means of support while his vision swam before him. He fell, toppling down the stairs and into Jazz. He looked up at the girl, darkness clouding his vision and said the first thing that came to mind before his world went black.

"You're pretty."

A short chapter I know. But I wanted an update so I could keep things moving quickly. I thought this might be a fun little place to end the chapter.

That challenge to draw a scene is still on. If you want you can message me on my deviant art account and I can find it from there… I have to change my e-mail address on this site because I've stopped checking the one that receives my PMs. But I'm changing it now so a PM is fine. Just sent me the link

Over and out!