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Danielle glanced over at her big brother. Then she trudged into the middle of the town square without saying a word, just scowling grumpily. Danny somehow wrangled all the dragons together (along with Sam, Tucker, and any bystanders in the area), activated the ghost shield to cover all of them, and reinforced it with his own ecto-dome. He then told everyone to duck and cover, and flung himself unceremoniously onto the ground and covered his head with his hands. That was when Danielle began.
The tiny ghost girl plopped down on her stomach and began screaming in the angry sort of way often associated with young children who have missed naptime and/or snack time. A couple of ghosts (who it would seem had experienced this before) turned and stared wide-eyed at her before attempting to flee. The angry sound kept getting louder and louder and soon built into a ghostly wail. It wasn't like the one in the shop that had nearly blown the dragons and their human compatriots away, no that was just a little one. This was a big ghostly wail that shattered windows, strained brick walls, and hit the ghosts so hard a freight train crash would have seemed like the gentle caress of a light breeze. Danielle kicked her feet and pounded her fists as fast and as hard as she could. Ecto-blasts shot out in all directions from the flailing fists and feet as the ghostly wail continued to increase in volume. Then, as if the scene wasn't terrifying enough, the ground beneath her began to freeze. The ice seeped outward on all sides, covering everything in its path, even crawling over the protective dome of the ghost shield.
Everyone within the ghost shield shivered. Even within the protective barrier, they still felt the chaos, the raw destructive force, the cold. Strangely enough the last was the worst; it wasn't just cold, it was so empty, so lonely. The chaos continued. It just kept going until, finally, it began to ease off, finally ending just as Danielle went limp with exhaustion. Danny turned off the ghost shield, deactivated his own ecto-dome, and shattered at least half of the ice with ecto blasts. Then, he shot off like a rocket, grabbed his little sis, and zoomed to the Specter Speeder, with Jake and Haley following close behind.
Danny gently lowered Danielle onto one of the padded benches that lined the walls of the specter speeder.
"She wore herself out and is going to need to sit out the rest of the fight, or until she has gathered enough strength to continue. I really hope the former will happen first. Haley, stay with her. There are juice boxes in the mini fridge over there and cookies on that shelf. When she wakes up, get some for her. She'll need to get her blood sugar up."
Haley's jaw dropped and outrage flooded her system "You want me to stay in the car for the rest of the fight? You think I can't handle it now that we've only got one ghost kid on the team? I can take care of myself! I can fight! I have been this whole time!"
"That is exactly why I want you to stay with her! Danielle is in a lot of danger right now. There are literally hundreds of ghosts that bear both of us ill-will, and she is unconscious, exhausted, and powerless. Do you think I would entrust her safety to someone who can't even take care of themselves? I've seen what you can do in training and I know you're capable of this. I wouldn't trust anyone else other than you and your brother with the job. My reason for choosing you, is because I noticed that you are a really fast learner with the anti-ghost technology. This vehicle is packed with weapons and they are all at your disposal. The manual is in that drawer. We have to go now, good luck," And with that Jake and Danny flew off and rejoined the brawl.
Haley stared, shell-shocked, after them for a moment. Then she glanced over at the still form of her newly adopted sister (who had at some point changed back to her human form, Haley's adrenaline levels had been to high for her to notice when it happened). Haley grabbed the book and turned to the control panel. She glared purposely out the windshield of the craft. Her mother always said that what makes a person a hero was being there for the people who needed them, and helping those who couldn't help themselves. Right now, Danielle needed her and she was pretty darn helpless in her unconscious state. "It's hero time."
A/N: my sincerest apologies for taking so long. Crunch-time hit me over the head, and I only just regained consciousness. I hope you have enjoyed this chapter.