A/N: Long time, no update, huh? Just a quick word, the pictures described in the last chapter are real pictures shown by my ninth grade history teacher in much the same fashion that Mr. Barkin showed his class. Well, here it is.
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……Middleton High……
After taking a few deep breaths, Monique and Marie decided to get back into the classroom. Each girl wiped away tears as they took their seats, though they kept their eyes down for the duration of the class. Still, they had to find a way to ignore the constant drone of Mr. Barkin's narration of the disturbing photos.
To distract themselves, without disrupting the lesson, they decided to write notes to each other.
Monique,
What am I going to do? My parents, my friends, Ron and Kim, are all over there. I want to do something to help, but what?
– Marie
P.S. Can you look at my schedule? I'm not sure where my next class is.
Marie,
For one, girl, stop thinking so much about it, you'll just scare yourself silly. Also, the only thing I can think of right now that we could do to help them, is to keep their secret. Don't give up hope!
-Monique
P.S. Let me see that schedule of yours.
After reading the not, Marie gave Monique the piece of paper. In the next note, Monique explained where each class was, who the teacher was, and which friends, if any, she would have the class with.
Monique,
I know you said that keeping quiet is the best way to help, but I just feel like I should be doing more to help. They're my family and closest friends.
-Marie
Marie,
I don't know how much help we'd be, but maybe a fundraiser. The ghost army isn't going to be able to get to all of the camps, so they'll have a living army as well, they'll need supplies.
-Monique
"Did you see Agony County last night? It was so cool!" a girl in the front of the room whispered to her friend. Her name was Mina Taurusy and she was new to the school. She had dark brown hair, about shoulder length, blue eyes, and a flawless complexion. She was the perfect student; however, she made a grave mistake. She talked in Steve Barkin's class.
"Was there something so important that it couldn't wait until the end of class to say, Miss Taurusy?" Mr. Barkin asked, in a threatening tone of voice. Then she did the unthinkable: she talked back.
"You yell at me, but you don't yell at them! They're passing notes!" Mina yelled, pointing to the two girls in the back of the class, "Playing favorites, Mr. Barkin?"
Steve Barkin was taken aback, then he got angry. He knew what those two girls were going through. It wasn't that he knew Kim and Ron that well, but he did respect them, even though he never showed it.
"Miss Taurusy, they have a legitimate excuse. They also, are keeping quiet, while you were not. Detention, Miss Taurusy!" Mr. Barking said, quietly. Although the students in the class, with the exception of Marie, had seen Mr. Barkin mad, none had seen him this mad, this quiet anger scared them more than his usual tirade. It was obvious to the class that he was holding back, A LOT, by only giving her one detention.
……Ghetto……
Danny paced the Portal-room. He was bored because he couldn't leave the room for more than an hour or two at most. He had to keep the portal safe and undiscovered; this time he really could not slip up.
Finally fed up with the boredom, he began to practice his powers.
First, he flew around the room in circles, stopping only after becoming dizzy. Then he made shields for a while before getting bored of that. In the end, he decided to test how long he could keep something invisible.
Testing the invisibility, he started out with small things, like screws and tools, then he went on to larger things like the control panel and the portal itself. Finally, Danny decided to see how long he could keep something invisible without touching it. He discovered that he could keep some things invisible for more than an hour, and managed to keep the portal invisible for most of the day.
Danny figured out that, until his powers grow to the strength at which his alternate reality future self was at, the more times he turned something invisible, the easier it was to keep it invisible. Then, he wondered if it would stay invisible with him out of the room. The only way for him to test that was to ask someone to look for him. He'd have to be careful.
Cautiously, he looked out into the hall. (The apartment building was refilled after Team Possible's group had left.) Near the door, a black family slept together, holding each other tight. He saw that the family had two small children, a boy and a girl. The boy had a short, untidy hair cut and wore an old blue T-shirt with jeans. The girl wore her hair in a pony-tail similar to Sam's, a purple T-shirt, and jeans. They looked familiar.
Without waking their parents, Danny gently woke the kids. They were startled, and he couldn't blame them. He had chosen them because they were so young and they wouldn't lie. Also, he chose them, because, whether or not they saw something, he could take them somewhere safe.
Not wanting the parents to panic, he left a note explaining that the children were safe, but he gave no details. Also, he gave instructions to destroy the note.
After leaving the note, Danny took the children into the apartment and asked them to look into the room.
"What do you want us to see?" the boy, who looked to be only seven, asked. Danny was surprised to find that he had an American accent, but he smiled. It worked!
"Did you see anything, miss?" he asked the boy's sister.
"No," she said, drawing out the word while shaking her head.
"Good. Okay, guys, do you know if you have any family in America?" he asked, hoping that they did.
It was the boy that answered, "Yeah, we stayed with our aunt and uncle when we visited last summer."
Danny let out his breath; he hadn't realized he'd been holding it, "Do you know what town it was?"
The girl just shook her head no. The boy however, said, "I don't remember, but I think it started with an A." That was okay, he hadn't been expecting anything more than that, but at least it gave him a lead.
"Okay, can you at least tell me your aunt and uncle's names?" he asked.
The girl joined the conversation when she said, "Aunt Donna and Uncle Andy."
"Do you remember their last name?" Danny asked. Wade had put up something on where anyone around the world could report any family or friends they thought were in this so that Jim and Tim could check; if the boys didn't find the person, they were most likely in it. If the kids could give their aunt and uncle's last name, they could find them and contact them.
The kids just shook their heads. Danny really hadn't expected an answer to that one, but it would have been useful.
"Alright, I'm going to take you to America; I've left a note for your parents so they'll know you're safe. The thing is, while we're on our way there, you'll need to keep your eyes closed," Danny explained to the two children standing in front of him. They looked scared.
Realizing that they would open their eyes if they heard something, as Marie had, Danny found two pieces of cloth and told them to put them on like blindfolds.
The siblings did as they were told, though they didn't understand why. (Danny had been in his human form when he woke the two). Turning into his ghostly form, Danny picked up the children and went into the portal.
……Men's Camp……
Ron blinked as he stepped out into the sun. After the dark rooms where the shaving and tattooing took place, it was hard for his eyes to adjust.
Hearing someone call out for the new group, Ron followed the instructions to gather with the rest.
"Listen up! Bunks will be given by age, so listen carefully for your age group!" the voice sounded familiar to him, but he couldn't place it until he saw who was speaking. Dr. Drakken? There was another voice, but he couldn't understand the language so he assumed it was just a translation of what Dr. D had just said.
Though Ron knew it was the villain talking, it was hard for him to believe it was the same man they had foiled on an almost daily, (sometimes hourly), basis. For one, his voice was more subdued, like he didn't have a hope in the world. Also, it was more determined, if that was possible to be both.
Finally, his appearance was so different that, had it not been for the blue skin, Ron would never have recognized him. His hair was short, the bags under his eyes had grown, and he had scruff on his chin. Another difference in the villain was that he was gaunt and battered; he looked older than he was. The teen hero could not believe that this was the same villain he and his girlfriend had fought so many times before.
"Those boys, who are under the age of thirteen, follow Jonathon, the rest of you, follow me!" Drakken directed, first pointing to the young boy standing next to him, then to himself.
"Not so fast, Drakken, I still get my pick," a Nazi guard ordered from behind the blue man. Drakken grimaced. A chill went down Ron's spine.
……Women's camp……
Kim squinted as she walked outdoors. The process of shaving and tattooing had taken place in relative darkness.
"Hey, keep with the group!" Kim heard. She jogged to catch up. She knew that the villainess was in the camp, but when she'd first seen her, it was from a distance. Now she got a good look at what was to come.
Shego looked older, tired. Her eyes were sunken in, her hair was only just past her shoulders, and she was so thin that Kim could see her bones. The hopeless look she had in her eyes was scarier by far, than any glare Kim had ever gotten from her.
"Girls, if you're under thirteen, follow Annalisa, if you're older, follow me," Shego said.
This should be interesting, Kim thought while following the group.
……Men's camp……
Already in the bunks that would house him for the next month, Don started to sit down for a well-earned rest.
"Dude, not a good idea," a gruff voice advised.
Motor Ed?! Ron thought. He looked around but couldn't find the vehicle-based villain.
"Why?" he asked.
"'Cause, you came with the morning group. They put ya straight to work, and if you're caught sitting, you'll get whipped; I've seen it happen," it was Motor Ed's voice alright, but it was coming from a tall, thin man.
"Oh," Don said, "Thanks for the warning. You know, you sound familiar, what's your name?"
"I'm Ed Lipsky, friends call me Motor Ed," Ed replied.
Ron gaped at the man. This couldn't possibly be Motor Ed.
Ed looked at the teenager staring at him with his mouth open. Why would he be so shocked? Ed knew he'd been on the news a couple of times, but since when do teens watch the news?
"Who're you?" he asked, wanting to know who the kid was.
"Uh, Don, Don Elbissop," Don answered.
Ed pulled Don closer, looking to make sure the coast was clear. "Listen, Don, my cousin and I have been thinking; there are a lot of us here, but not that many of them-" he started, but Don interrupted.
"Dude, hold up. That's not a good plan; you'll just get everyone killed," the boy explained.
"And what do you propose we do, just sit here and take it?" Motor Ed asked.
"No, wait for Team Possible to do something," Don reasoned.
"They don't even know what's going on," Ed said, hopeless.
"Don't think Red and the Buffoon are so clueless," Don said, candidly.
……Women's Camp……
Upon entering the bunk, an elongated metal barracks filled with wooden bunks with a dirt floor, Kim was given a warning that sitting now would be dangerous. Taking the advice, Kim settled for leaning against the hard wooden posts of the mattress-free beds.
This mission would have to start right away and to get the information she needed, Kim would have to find someone who would tell her where the Nazis met and point out the ones in charge. It was at this moment that Kim regretted not learning the German language sooner. (Whenever she had to save a German-speaking area, there had always been a translator).
Kim grimaced, she knew of only one woman in the camp who could tell her, in English, the information she needed. It had to be someone who'd been there awhile and knew the layout. Shego.
"Okay, so here are the camp rules: One, don't talk to the men through the fence, you'll be shot. Second, move quickly, they're not patient people here and will either whip you or kill you on the spot. Third, don't try to steal anything, they'll line us up and shoot until the thief is dead. Fourth, don't try to escape, the fences have about 10,000 volts of electricity running through them; they won't tell you all this because, guess what? They want us dead. Fifth, do your jobs without argument and in silence; if you argue, you're dead, and if you talk, you will be whipped. Sixth, don't interrupt them in any way, shape, or form. This could mean anything from breathing too loudly, to asking a question. The penalty is death. For the most part, the Nazis haven't changed a thing, except for the electric fence, which I'm not even sure is a change anyway, so use common sense people," Shego told them. "Listen, I told you these rules because I want as many of you to survive as possible. Keep in mind, these rules won't guarantee that they won't kill you, they'll kill anyone at random, but they will help you to survive longer."
Kim took a deep breath; if she was going to get Shego's help, it was now or never.
"Hi, I'm Elena Elbappots," Kim introduced herself.
"Shego. Now why are you so perky? You just got put in a Concentration Camp for crying out loud!" Shego asked.
Perfect. "I was a cheerleader," Elena answered.
"I've met a couple of cheerleaders in this camp, they're all pretty quiet. What makes you so full of hope?" Shego asked.
"Maybe it's because I know something you don't, about another cheerleader," Elena hinted, trying to get Shego to figure it out. She couldn't help if she didn't know it could work and with Kim's own track record, Shego would be more likely to believe it would.
"So where is the Princess? The freaks keeping us here seem to think she's disappeared from the face of the planet," Shego asked, curiously.
"She and her partner decided to take a break, went off to some camp to get away from regular missions. They left her brothers in charge of missions," Elena said, hoping the ex-villainess would catch onto the code.
Shego narrowed her eyes.
"Hey, uh, Shego, I was just wondering, why haven't you broken out of here yet? I've heard you're a master escape artist," Elena asked, she had to know.
The green woman's eyes softened into a look of sadness and grief. "They threatened me that if I tried to escape, they'd kill Dr. D and, I can't lose him, I-I love him," Shego said, breaking down into tears.
Awkwardly, Kim patted the woman's shoulder, trying to comfort her. This is so weird. Kim thought.
……Ghost Zone/ Amity Park……
Danny flew through the green Zone with the boy on his back, piggy-back style, and holding the girl in front. They made it to the Fenton ghost portal in about an hour, the little girl falling asleep on the way, without any attack, well, unless you count the box ghost shouting a quick, "Beware!" as they passed.
The Fentons were eating dinner along with their guest, Mr. Lancer, who was there to discuss Jazz's college options. Jazz had tried to persuade him to take the meeting elsewhere, but the English teacher could not be swayed.
Danny and the kids flew through the portal, the kids still blindfolded. Before telling the kids they could take off the blindfolds, Danny Phantom became Danny Fenton once more.
"Okay, you two, you can take your blindfolds off, now," Danny told them.
The siblings looked around trying to figure out where they were.
Noticing their confused glances, Danny said, "This is my parents' lab. You're in America, now. C'mon, let's get you something to eat."
"Well, I do want to be a child psychologist, but I'm willing to branch out," Jazz told her teacher.
"An excellent choice, Jasmine. Harvard and Yale would be proud to have you as a student," Mr. Lancer encouraged his best student.
Danny led the brother and sister through the living room, just a door away from the kitchen.
"Well, this certainly was enlightening," Jack said, talking about his daughter's many opportunities.
"We're very proud of you, Jazz," Maddie commended her daughter.
Danny then took the children into the kitchen.
"Daniel!" Mr. Lancer exclaimed.
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A/N: I wonder who those kids are? And did Shego figure it out who Elena really was, or was she just confused? How will Lancer react to seeing a student he thought to be in Germany at home? Find out in the next few chapters, but for right now read, review, and as alwaysALOHA!