Ok. I just had my dream spring break. Is it wrong to love going to Washington DC and seeing museums and monuments? I am a massive history nut.
Anyway on with the story.
I do not own Danny Phantom.
The motor on the bike died once it touched down on the ground of the ghost zone. The two humans sat behinds Johnny. Well more like one sat and the other was hanging off.
"And you didn't bring a side car why?" Tucker asked as he tumbled off the back.
"Told ya kid, a dorky little thing like that woulda cramped my style." Johnny replied as he hopped off as well then proceeded to lean against the bike.
Tucker opened his mouth to complain again but was cut off by Sam.
"Where exactly did you bring us?" She asked.
Unlike the rest of the Zone there did not seem to be any drop offs. There was a large rock not too far from where they were. The stretch of land seemed to go on forever. It was lined with tombstones. It was as empty as the rest of the Ghost Zone. Or so it seemed.
Sam walked over to examine one of the headstones.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Johnny said from his spot by the bike.
Surprisingly obedient Sam backed away from it.
"And why not?" She demanded.
"jeez do you two do anything other than ask questions?"
Sam just glared at him and he sighed.
"Those stones aren't just for show. Under them are spirits that have not crossed over but did not have enough emotional charge to become fully sentient. They feed off of strong emotion. Their favorite delicacy is fear and anger."
They were silent for a moment.
"Dude that's messed up." Tucker said.
Johnny smirked.
"I know. Nobody ever comes here because of that. That's what makes it such a good security measure."
With that said the ground began to shake and the rock that was nearby began to split open. The small crack began to widen until a cave could be seen inside of it.
"Well are ya just gunna sit there or are ya gunna come with?" Johnny said as he walked his bike to the cavern.
Sam and Tucker followed closely behind him and eventually they all entered the deep dark cave. Once inside the opening behind them slammed shut. Sam let out a small shriek. The three sat in complete darkness until they heard what sounded like a generator starting up. Lights began to come to life along the walls and the two humans were able to see where they were. The floor and walls were made of metal and the lights were embedded into the walls. Ahead of them was a tunnel that sloped downwards.
"Well come on. I don't got all day ta babysit ya." Johnny said as he began to walk.
Sam and Tucker followed.
They walked in silence and after what felt like an eternity the tunnel began to expand and open up. They stopped once they came to a large metal door with words inscribed on it.
Follow The Phantom
Upon reading this Sam and Tucker's eyes widened.
Johnny knocked on the door three times paused knocked four more times and then once more after another pause.
"Johnny what do those words mean?" Sam asked.
Johnny glanced at the door.
"It means exactly what it says. Always follow the phantom. It could just save your life."
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"Move Move Move!" Phantom shouted over the deafening explosions of ecto energy.
Both he and Jazz had been gathering Little Sisters and brothers from all over town and putting them inside of the Fenton RV. Phantom would give the elder Fenton's a hug for putting an independent ghost shield on the RV if he didn't know that they would blast him if he got close.
The two dived behind an overturned car.
"How many more are there?" He asked in a shout.
"Just one more." She replied.
Phantom nodded before they made a break for the next cover spot.
Worry twisted inside to Phantom's gut. When Jazz told him where Sam and Tucker were a mixed amount of fear and relief washed over him. Fear at where they were and relief at where they weren't. Surprisingly the ghost zone was the safest place for them right now. He was in more danger than them. This was why he was running instead of flying to avoid as much attention as possible. That still didn't mean that he wasn't going to worry about them being in enemy territory.
An ectoblast broke open the street next to them.
"How far is this last kid?" He asked.
"Diana's house is on the next block." She answered.
The two dived from place to place as they made their way to the house. When they took cover just a few steps from their goal a sharp pain tore through Phantom's side. He hunched over and grabbed at it. When he pulled his hand back his glove was stained with green.
"Are you all right?" Jazz asked worried for her new ally.
He wiped his glove on his leg and said "I'm fine."
Her eyes flickered down to the green smear on his leg.
"Is that ectoplasm?" she asked with slight concern.
Phantom gave her what was meant to be a reassuring smile but turned into a grimace as pain shot through his injured side.
A GIW agent was thrown past them and into the side of the building.
"Come on we need to keep moving." He said ignoring her question.
Quickly he grabbed her arm and bolted up and ran. Pain shot through him again but this time though his leg. There was no blood this time. He did not stumble or break his stride. Jazz, ignorant of his pain, yelled at him from behind.
"It's the blue house on the right!"
The ghost boy's eyes found the house and they made a beeline for it. The pain in his side and leg was soon accompanied by more in his wrist. Desperate to get Jazz out of harm's way before things got worse for him he put on a burst of extra speed and reached the door. Instead of opening it he simply phased through it.
Once inside Phantom drooped Jazz's hand and both put their hands on their knees panting. Subtly Phantom shifted his weight off of his injured leg.
"Go look for the girl. I'll keep watch." He said after he caught his breath.
Jazz nodded and headed farther into the house.
Once she was out of sight Phantom leaned against the wall and slowly slid down it. Gently he reached down to inspect his leg. His face contorted in pain as he touched it. He leaned back and pulled his sleeve back from his glove. The wrist was swollen and purple. With a breathless chuckle he dropped his wrist and closed his eyes as he leaned his head back against the wall.
"Well it looks like dear old Pariah is ticked about that failed attempt on her life. I mean seriously? A busted open side is enough but a broken wrist and leg too?"
Despite the pain Phantom felt a great deal of satisfaction. Any day that he could foil Pariah is a good day, but a day that he could totally spit in his face and save Jazz at the same time is a great day.
Today was a great day.
With deep concentration Phantom focused his energy into his leg. A damaged wrist he could deal with but a broken leg is kinda difficult to work around. He ground his teeth in pain as he felt the bone pull itself together and mend itself. Being able to focus his healing ability like this is handy put it still hurt like nothing else.
Slowly the pain began to ebb away.
Phantom inspected his leg again and found it to be satisfactorily healed. Carefully he got to his feet.
"Good enough for now" he thought.
It was then that Jazz returned with a small girl in her arms. Her head was buried in Jazz's neck and she was shivering. Every once in a while she would let out a little hiccup.
Phantom's eyes softened as he looked at the shivering child.
"Come on we need to get her to the RV." He said.
Jazz only nodded.
He put his hand on Jazz's back and led her through the door.
Their moment of peace was swept away by the noises of war. Flashed of green, red, blue, and yellow swam through his vision. Wails and moans of injured men and ghosts alike assaulted his ears.
It was then that he noticed it.
Some ghosts were fighting other ghosts.
A young woman with green hair and a red jacket blasted a couple of ectopusses. An older woman sent a bunch of little meat demons at some skeleton soldiers. A warrior woman with a few too many arms took a swipe at the Fight Night. Every single one of them wore a white armband with his insignia on it. Gradually the enemy began to retreat. They fled back into the multiple portals that hovered above them.
A huge smile broke out on Phantom's face.
Sweet sweet victory.
It was then that a bright ecto bullet zoomed past his head.
"Filthy ectoplasmic pile of goo!" a female voice screeched.
As he turned to see a young woman in a body suit on a hover board racing toward him pain shot up both his legs and they were instantly soaked with his own extoplasm.
He scowled.
Today was a shit day!
By the opening authors note you can tell that I've been working on this for a while. I usually start my next chapter imedietly after the last. Then spring break came around and I fell out of my habit.
Just don't pelt me with rotten fruit
Sorry
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