AN:
Turkey-*stops in front of Vlad's masion, which is still covered in tiolet paper*Well, here we are.
Danny-*observes mansion*Well, I didn't notice it before(probable cuz you tied me up so you could put the blame on me), but you actually did a pretty good job with his gigantic house.
Turkey and I-Thanks.
Me-Okay, how do we get inside?
Danny-*cracks knuckles*Allow me ladies.*grabs my and Turkey's arms, goes intangible, and walks through the wall and into the mansion*
Turkey-*whistles*Vladys got some big Packers theme goin' on. Didn't he try to buy them?
Danny-Uh huh.
Chapter 7-The Journal
Sam blinked as she took in the police officers milling around and the yellow CAUTION tape surronding Casper High. She smirked as she saw the gorges and gashes that littered the building and it's grounds. Someone had done some serious damge. She watched the officers walking around as if waiting for something, her thoughts wandered to the small journal carefully concealed in her purple spider backpack. The ghost boy's thoughts, imagination and emotions were packed into the thing. She had to admitt that the boy had a way with words. He was a great author and illustrator.
Sam tilted her head as she studied the police officer's faces. Their expressions told her that they were confused about something. Perhaps they didn't know the reason of something? It would explain alot if the goth knew. She grinned slightly as she reconized one of the officers. He had close-cropped dark brown hair, sparkling light blue eyes, up-turned eyebrows and a crooked grin. But Sam knew she couldn't trust anyone less than the man who was her Sheriff and Uncle.
Felix Manson turned as he felt her stare upon his back. He grinned his crooked smile and walked toward her in some sort of cocky strut, not that he was. Felix was not like his brother, her father, that was for sure. He lightly kissed her on the cheek."What's up, Black Widow?"
Sam scowled playfully at her uncle's actually very descriptive nick name."I was wondered what was happening,"
"Well,"Felix said in a some what less cheery tone."There's good news and bad news. The good news is that you don't have school for a week,"
Sam's split into a grin."Really?"
"But," he said, darkly making her grin fall."The bad news is the reason. The school was found a mess by the custodians. One of them had been killed and the rest won't tell us what killed him. They looked like they were frightened into not telling us. Tables, desks, and chairs turned over, materials shredded, was found along with the body."
"That's...horrible,"the goth whispered.
"Yes, now go home. We'll tell that crowd over there to go home as well,"
Sam's widened eyes and ears took in those instructions and she dazily turned around. While she walked, she barley heard the voice calling her as she stuttered away from the school."Sam! Sam!"
A warm hand fell on her shoulder, stopping the goth in her tracks. It turned her around as she came into focus and looked at Tucker's frowning face face."Sam, are you okay?"
Sam shook her head and pulled Tucker's hand off her shoulder."I'm fine, just shocked."
"You found out what's going on?"the techno geek smiled."What happened? I've been trying to get it out of the police since I got here,"
"Wipe that smile off your face."Sam snapped and Tucker's smile fell."What happened is horrible. One of the custodians is dead and the others are frightened into silence. The school is a wreck as if terroist had a visit,"The goth collasped onto a nearby bench as she realized something."And it's my falt,"she whispered.
Tucker sat next to her."What do you mean? I know everything that happened is horrible, but you shouldn't put the blame on yourself."
"It's not that way,"the goth said, getting angry."I'm not blaming myself because I feel guilty. I really am to blame."she began to dig into her bag and fished out the ghost's journal."I took this remember? If you put the peices together..."
The techno geek's face twisted into diffrent emotions as he realized it as well."It means the ghost was angry and went on a rampage,"he whispered.
"Exactly,"Sam said."I need to give this back to the ghost."
Tucker stared in horror at her."You're not saying..."
She smirked."Yep. We're sneaking in again."
(AN:Hmm...Should I leave it here? Naw, I'm not that evil)
Danny paced around in his closet room, thinking harder than he ever did. In the police officer's search of the school, they had found his room and were now looking for him, thinking that he would never be stupid enough to return to the room without them finding him.
The ghost boy thought back on his own memories. What he had done was horrible, killing that man...After he had transformed into what ghost's call their true form, Danny had got an odd desirer to kill. He had tried to destroy the obsession, but alas...his desirer overtook him into actually doing it, into killing that poor man. Then, out of shock and fright, he had scared the witnesses into silence. Quite literally. What the police didn't know was that, now the custodians couldn't speak.
Then the police found his room, and everything went wrong. Danny could no longer stay at the school, he would have to move. And then there was the matter of his journal and the rotten girl that took it. The African American, he didn't blame though. The goth had probably dragged him along, he was terrified of Danny. The ghost boy knew he had no ill intensions.
That mourning, Danny saw her again, in front of the school. He knew that that purple spider backpack of her's hid his precious journal and he knew that she had read it. For some reason, the attachment that the ghost boy held with the journal made him feel her ruffle it's pages. It angered him so.
Danny lefted his head as he heard the police's voices and footsteps, nearing his room. Cursing quietly, he quickly turned intagible and invisible(his true form gave him a boost in power) and slid through the wall and into a classroom that just so happened to be the old science classroom that the girl took his journal from him. Sighing quietly, he sat on one of the desks and hugged his legs close to his body. He was invisible so when footsteps came and opened the door, he didn't do anything, but look up.
He scowled deeply as the goth entered the room followed by the African American who looked nervous. The ghost boy didn't do anything, he wasn't that stupid. Police officers were in the school, if they heard the pair's sheiks than he would be caught. The girl headed toward the desk and fished something out of her backpack that made Danny's eyes widen considerably.
His journal.
"Give that to me!"he bellowed and let the invisibility fall.
Instantley, both of them screamed and the girl dropped his journal which he scooped up as they ran out of the door. As if it were a person, Danny hugged the journal. He let both arms drop to his sides and turned intagible to fly out of the school. Cool air hit his face and the ghost boy gazed at the stars, happy about his retrival of his journal. The moon rained down light with it's soft glow as he settled on a random building and gazed at his journal.
Danny blinked as he saw a note on it:
Dear Danny Fenton,
We know you are the Ghost of Casper High as in the school legend and rumors. Our names are Tucker Foley and Sam Manson. We're really sorry about taking your journal-well Sam is. She took it out of curiousity and in the moment she felt like she should've grabbed something. We didn't know it was so speacial to you.
Really sorry,
Tucker and Sam
P.S. Sam says that your drawing and writings are really good if that means anything to you.
AN:
*they're walking down a long green and gold hallway*
Danny-I think Vlad's library is down this way, the hidden dorway to his lab is in there.
Me-Thanks for doing this.
Turkey-Yeah.
Danny-*mutters*Your welcome.*turns into room*This is the library, I think.
Me-Yeah it is.*walks up to fireplace and pulls down football that is on mantel*And here's the entrance.
All-*walks down and the door closes*
The Hunt For DKK Continues...
