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Mystery Writer5775: Don't count your chickens before they hatch, our favorite hero has gotten out of worse.

Velvet Star: I'm glad you love the story. Danny is awesome, go ghost boy!

Chapter X: City of Dis

Jazz

"Okay, Mick is gone, let's go," I told everyone as I saw no sign of the detective and we walked to where we last saw him. "There has to be some clue as to where Danny," I said as we began to search for any sign that Danny or his friends were here.

"Jack, Jazz come here, I think I found something," mom said after a half hour of searching.

We raced over to where she was standing and found a strange door in the ground, "It looks like some sort of ghost door," dad says examining it as carefully as he could.

"No, it's Romanian, Here begins the Kingdom of the Dragon who slays the enemies of the Lord," I told them as I read the text for my parents.

"How do you know Romanian, honey?" mom asks astonished by fluency in the language.

"When I was six, I had a pen pal who lived in Romania. He couldn't write in English very well so I learned Romanian. It was actually pretty easy," I tell them with a smile.

"But why would a dragon kill enemies of God. In legend, they're representative of the Devil not God," mom says remembering what she learned from that folklore class she took online a few years back.

"Not necessarily, in the 1400s there was a secret society called the Order of the Dragon, who defended Eastern Europe from the Turks," I explain to them as dad opens the door.

"Come on, this might have something to do with Danny," he says as he jumps into the door.

"Let's do this gently, we don't know what could be down there," I said as I took out the Fenton Peeler and the Fenton Phones as we descended into the caverns underneath.

Danny

When I get out of here I am going to make this creep pay for what he did to Danni.

While I was thinking, he came back into the room, "I have good news, your idiot family and friends will be here to witness the end of your lives," he says chuckling to himself.

"You leave them alone, they're not the ones you want," I shout at him as I run up to the front of the cage and try to punch him only to have him grab my hand and crush it like a leaf.

"When my father reigned, prisoners knew their place. Perhaps, you need a lesson my boy," he says as he opened the cage and motioned me for to come out.

I walked as far as my chains will let me until he ordered me to stop.

He took out what looked an iron collar with spikes and placed on my neck and locked it with a key. Suddenly, it felt like a million hot nails were driven into my neck causing me to fall to the floor.

"My clients won't mind if you're mute, you won't be able to deliver that famous witty banter of yours," he says dryly as he shoves me back into the cage and laughs and left.

Once he was gone, Danni came up and looked at me with tears shining in her blue eyes.

I pulled her close to me and smiled assuring her that everything will be okay; at least I hope it will.

Sam

"What is this place," I ask as we walk through the massive labyrinth that we found ourselves in.

"Originally, it was a bomb shelter made in the 1950s to protect people from Soviet A-Bombs but the monster that has Danny turned it into his fortress," Mick says as we walk past creepy paintings with skeletons guarding them.

"What do you know about this creep," Beth asks as she looks nervously as she steps over a skeleton lying on the ground.

"That he's vicious, mean, spiteful, and deadly. All who have fought him died," he says as I am about to take step but pushes me to the side just a large iron spike emerges from the ceiling and drives into the ground.

"What was that," I ask shaking with fear, that thing could have driven through my skull killing me.

"One of the reasons I wanted to do this alone. Traps like this are placed throughout here and they just get more frequent," he tells us as he helps me up.

"I have an X-Ray sensor in my helmet, I can use it to look for traps," Valerie suggests as she changes into the Red Huntress.

"No, the traps alternate so you're never sure where they are and your battle suit will trigger them easier as they're touch sensitive," Mick tells her as she changes back and we continue walking through the halls looking for our friends.

Mick

The stories were true about this guy; he does line his nest with traps to destroy his enemies. A trick he learned from his tyrannical ancestor.

Sam had just dodged the impalement spike thanks to my reflexes but I couldn't watch out for all them.

"Who is this lunatic," Valerie asks nervously as she walks on her tiptoes to avoid setting off anymore traps as Sam had learned this lesson.

"Lunatic isn't right word for him, no word is," I tell them as we continue to walk down the hall.

About halfway through the maze, I began to hear an earsplitting sound it sends me doubled over in pain as it overloaded my vampire senses.

"What is that racket?" Sam asked as she covered her ears to dampen the sound.

"Another trap," I shout though the noise.

"What?" Valerie shouts back not hearing what I said.

Before I could speak up I looked in dear as a wooden spike came from the ceiling and drove itself into my chest and everything went black.