"I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin on ginseng
Righteous wax chaperone, rotating ring king"
- Wu Tang Clan

Song has nothing to do with this chapter what so ever. Except the "sing a song from sing-sing" part


Chapter 7:

Sing A Song From Sing-Sing

Danny was thrown into a prison cell. He couldn't believe this was happening. It hadn't been his fault! It may have looked like it but there had to have been someone who saw Young Blood with the bomb. He wished there were some way he could prove his innocence.

The police force probably didn't realize this but a prison cell couldn't hold him. He could easily turn intangible and leave or blast a hole in the wall if he wanted to be more dramatic. It was very tempting. However before he could do it he realized if he did, he could get himself into even more trouble for breaking out of jail. If his innocence was proven for the bombing he could easily get back in for breaking out.

He sighed and changed back into his human form and sat on the hard bed.

"Hey kid, what are you in for?" said the guy in the cell across from him. He was a big guy covered in tattoos and he looked like he'd gotten in for something terrible.

"Bombing an office building," Danny said.

"Wow, terrorist attack. You're tough."

"It wasn't my fault. It's all a big misunderstanding."

"Well you'd better get a good lawyer. For something like that you'll be in here for life. Either that or get the chair."

Danny's eyes got wide. "What?!"

"Yeah. You're just a kid. You don't know anything about prison sentences. Bombings and terrorist attacks get you the death penalty. They don't care how young you are. How old are you?"

"15."

"Yeah, they'll give you the chair. Or maybe they'll take sympathy on you because you're Danny Phantom and give you a life sentence plus 30 years."

Danny ran his hands through his hair nervously. "I've got to get out of here."


Tucker and Sam were taken home by the police officer and their parents weren't happy. But then they explained what happened and they went to Danny's house.

Mr. Fenton opened the door. "Tucker, Sam, where's Danny?"

"Danny's been arrested!" Tucker said.

"What?!" he exclaimed.

"Did you say Danny got arrested?!" Jazz said from behind him.

"Come inside kids," Mr. Fenton said. They all sat around the kitchen table.

"So what happened?" Mrs. Fenton asked.

"He was fighting Young Blood in Philadelphia," Sam said. "Then Young Blood pulled out a bomb and Danny tried to stop him."

"Danny got the bomb out of his hand but he dropped it on a building. He put Young Blood back in the Ghost Zone," Tucker continued. "But before he could diffuse the bomb it blew up."

"No one died but the building was destroyed. People said they saw Danny drop the bomb and the police blamed him for all of it," Sam finished.

"This is horrible! What are we going to do?" Mrs. Fenton said.

"We're going to get a good lawyer, that's what we're going to do," Mr. Fenton said. "They're not going to hold our son in prison forever for something he didn't do."

All of a sudden the phone rang.


Danny was sitting in his jail cell trying to figure out what to do. Unfortunately there wasn't much he could do here. He had no evidence except his word and witnesses.

Then a guard came to his cell and unlocked the door. "Come with me."

Danny quickly got up and followed. He was suddenly hopeful. Were they letting him go? Had Sam and Tucker brought his parents to bail him out. Instead he brought him to a room and handed him a phone.

"One phone call."

Danny immediately called his parents.

"Hello?"

"Mom, it's me! I'm in prison. I was fighting Young Blood and there was this big misunderstanding with this bomb…!"

"I know honey. Sam and Tucker are here. They told us everything. There's going to be a court trial in a couple of days and we're going to get you out of there. Don't' worry."

"Thanks mom."

"You're welcome."

"Hey, is Sam still there?"

"I'll put her on."

"Danny, are you okay?" Sam said. She sounded very worried.

"I'm okay. Don't worry."

"You're not going to be in jail forever. Tucker and I are going to do everything we can to get you out."

"Thanks baby."

"Just hang in there until Saturday, okay."

"Okay. See you then."

"Bye."


The next two days were probably the longest and worst of Danny's life. The most miserable part wasn't the fact that he was surrounded by convicted criminals. Maybe it was the plus side of having people know his secret identity. They knew who he wasn't and knew that he could blast holes in their chests at any given moment so they didn't bother him. They really did believe that he blew up the building. Mainly they wanted to know how he did it and told him ways he could have gotten away with it. He tried to tell him they didn't do it but most didn't believe him.

No, the worst part was when he saw what was on TV. He was sitting in the cafeteria, not touching the horrible food by the way. He'd only eat it when he got really desperate. It was on the news channel. It shod the building blowing up and him flying out of it. People were being wheeled into ambulances. Police were surveying the scene. Witnesses were talking into microphones telling what they saw.

The scene cut to the news room where a reporter was talking.

"Danny Phantom was our savior. Turn out he was nothing but a terrorist in the first place," the woman said. "Obviously, it was a mistake trusting him in the first place."

"His court trial will be this upcoming Saturday," the man next to her said.

"There is an estimated life sentence for a crime of this caliber. After hearing what Danny Phantom has done, many countries are destroying the statues built of him in his honor."

"Who would have known this kid was so much trouble."

"It's a good thing he was caught early before he could cause any more trouble. There's no telling what else he would have done and who else he would have hurt."

"Let's see what our civilians have to say."

It cut to people on the streets talking into microphones.

"I hope Danny Phantom gets a life sentence."

"My son could have been killed. It's all his fault."

"We don't trust Danny Phantom anymore."

Danny felt like he would be sick after seeing this. The world had just gone from loving him to hating him. People wanted him dead; they wanted him in prison for life. They hated him, they didn't trust him. It didn't matter that he had saved the world; they all blamed him for this. He wished he could tell them all that it wasn't his fault and have them believe him.