Disclaimer: I don't own the show Reaper, though I wish I did...!

In this chapter, we see more of Sam's, err, dark side. Oh, and I'm finding it easier to find quotes from DP! I might also use more quotes from something other then the show, but...

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Act 4: Demonic Enemies and Dark Magic

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Chapter 9

"Crazy? Don't say crazy!" —Danny, The Fenton Menace

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Our trio of heroes were at the movies, watching Dead Teacher: The Movie. One Samantha Manson was practically bouncing up and down with excitement, especially during the gory scenes, while Danny Fenton, Tucker Foley, and the rest of those watching the movie (including some other goths like Sam) were staring at the screen in horror. Sam seemed to be the only person who was enjoying the movie...at all.

"Oh my God…" Danny Fenton whimpered as the fifty-third person was killed, this time by the teacher zombies all surrounding the female student and eating her from all sides. The ghost boy almost fell through his seat out of fear; his ghost powers were still acting up a little lately, after all.

"Man…that's just…brutal…!" Tucker Foley added, a strange green tint to his dark skin; he was never a fan of horror movies, especially the graphic ones!

Sam, however, squealed with glee, "That…was…awesome! Did you see that? I mean, that was the girl we all thought was the main protagonist! I love false protagonists! Sweet!" She happily bounced in her seat, eyes wide with awe. Danny and Tucker exchanged amused glances, taking this as a chance to look away from the movie.

Danny said to the one who 'revived' him into his half-alive, half-dead state, "Only you can enjoy this movie, Sam. Seriously."

Sam blushed a little, "Yeah, well…"

Danny's ghost sense took that moment to activate, the swirl of blue gas forcing it's way out of Danny's mouth so it could tauntingly hover into a spot where he could only see it through his left eye. Just as the wisp of blue evaporated, the halfa spoke, "I've gotta go. Not that I'm complaining…"

The halfa shuddered as, on screen, the fifty-fourth person died. Danny shook his head to clear his head, hoping that he wasn't going to have nightmares. Still, he ran off, out of the theatre room and over to the bathrooms. He dived inside and, after silently making sure no-one was in the bathrooms, he announced to himself, "Goin' ghost..."

Green sparks shot around him, forming larger swirls of ectoplasm that twirled around him at a fast pace. When the ectoplasm died down, Danny Fenton was off into God-knows-where, the ghost boy known as Phantom standing in his place. Well, technically, they were the same person…yet they weren't…

The ghostly teenager went intangible, phasing through the roof quickly. He soon found himself high in the skies of Amity Park. It was late evening; according to the watch on his wrist before he transformed into Phantom moments earlier, it was eight in the afternoon. Luckily, his curfew wasn't until eleven, so he still had three hours of hanging out with his friends.

…Or, less then three hours, if the ghost caused too much problems…which he would not be surprised about, knowing his luck.

As if on cue, a beam of blue ectoplasmic energy slammed into his back, causing Phantom to cry out in pain as he was sent somersaulting through the air. He recovered and spun around to see—nothing? Looking around, Phantom thought, 'What the...what just happened?' Frowning, he concentrated on his 'ghost sense' so he could tell if the ghost was in the area. If it was, it wasn't in his ghost sense's range. Phantom shook his head and thought to himself, 'Anybody here? Um, preferably a ghost...actually, preferably just my imagination shooting imagin-blasts at me...but, uh...never mind.'

"I'm not just your imagination, ghost boy..."

"Wh-who's there?" The halfa demanded, looking around and entering a battle pose. He got no response. He then realized, 'Wait, I didn't say that aloud!'

"Correct..."

'What...who are you?' Phantom questioned.

"Why do you want to know? Perhaps I'm just a little voice in your head...perhaps you are imagining things...perhaps you are going insane...?"

'Shut up! SHUT UP!' Phantom mentally screamed.

The voice chuckled darkly, "Why should I? What are you gonna' do, hurt me? I'll have you know, a measly ghost such as yourself couldn't even dream of hurting someone of my power!"

Phantom snorted, 'Wow, you're arrogant, aren't you?'

The voice somehow 'mentally' glared—Phantom could tell—and snarled, "You're in no position to insult me, Phantom!"

'How do you know who I am?' The halfa asked cautiously.

"You are quite famous in purgatory..."

'Where?'

The voice sighed, "The place you call the 'Ghost Zone'. Duh..."

Phantom blinked, 'Oh...wait, isn't purgatory the place where souls are 'purified' so they can go to Heaven...?'

"Wow, you're smarter then you look." The ghost boy flushed in anger. "But yeah, you're right...sort of. You can chose whether or not to be 'purified'...a long time ago, you were forced to be purified...anyway, you can got to Purgatory from Heaven or Hell if you want, and, from there, here into the human realm. Not many do this, but some do...usually with permission from 'the man', but..."

'...The 'man'? You mean...you know...?' Phantom awkwardly questioned.

"Yes, either Him, or...the other Him. You have reason to hesitate using what their 'names' are...a lot of us feel the same way...not me, sometimes, but, um, that's not the point..."

'Wait, why are we talking? What do you want with me?'

"What, can't I just say hello?" The voice chuckled, "Actually, I do need some help...I need you to capture a demon for me."

'A demon? Really? Sweet!'

"...I guess, yeah, it is kinda' cool when you think about it...I'm one of the Devil's Grim Reapers, and the demon I need you to capture is one that escaped without permission."

'...Ok, either this is serious, or I'm having a dream that is being caused from me watching that show 'Reaper' too often...'

"Um, right. I must be going. Don't worry, Phantom, the demon will be easy to spot..." And with that...the voice was gone.

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Yes, that was the end of the chapter. The next one will be directly after that 'ending'.

...Basically, this was a cliff-hanger. Something I don't do often, mostly because I don't like doing so...meh...

And yes, the 'voice' is a very important character. No, it's not an OC, and it is somebody you will not expect. Trust me, I'm going to have fun with this! MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!...Oh...you're...still there.

Ahem...

...Please review!