Chapter 3: Unknown Identity
Danny's p.o.v.
"Who are you?" I asked, trying to make my voice calm. I turned and felt a shock of pain down my spine.
Smart Fenton... your almost killed and your now trying to move... Who is this girl?
I looked at her and saw teal eyes staring at me. Her shoulder length brown hair floated around her, she had a tanned complexion, and she was wearing a teal tank top and kaki shorts.
Not bad looking... but I think Sam is better... I have a crush on Sam. But that isn't the point.
Since she had tan skin, she couldn't be a ghost, but she was floating in the air... so what was she?
Remembering my question, I looked at her again and saw those teal eyes holding a worried and uncertain look...
"Umm...I... I..." and suddenly she was enveloped in gold and silver glitter. I blinked and she was gone. Just like that.
"Wait! Don't go!" Knowing it was no use, I sighed and tried to stand up. Finally succeeding, I wondered if she knew who I was.
Noticing the bandage on my back for the first time, I wondered even more on who' s side she's on.
Well, for one, if she was with that over aged knight, wouldn't she have killed me off and NOT helped me? But then, why did she run away?
Since I could stand and all that, I flew off, trying to find the bus. Finally, I spotted the maroon colored bus and turned invisible. Next thing I knew I was in the bus between Sam and Tucker. I turned visible and got out of my ghost mode before anyone, except Tucker and Sam, noticed.
Sam took a look at me and said," Danny, you've been gone for an hour and I see bandage on your back. What the heck happened?" She then put on a look of concern and put her hand on my shoulder.
Oh joy, oh rapture, oh...crap! What am I gonna tell them?
So, since I'm not good at lying to my friends, I told them the whole story. I tried to keep the bloody parts vague. I didn't need sympathy.
" It looks like you have a mysterious helper! But who is she? That is the question..." Tucker had that gleam in his eye.
Sam spotted it too and said, " Oh no. Even if we do see her again, you are NOT going to ask her out!"
" Speaking of which... What did she look like?" Tucker asked.
I gave them my best description and added, " But she can't be a ghost because she didn't have green skin. She didn't have ghost blood either. So that rules out the idea of her being a halfa too."
Sam was about to say something, but was stopped because we saw we were pulling into the camp's long drive way. And by long, I mean LONG...
Finally, we got to the main drive way and were herded out of the bus into a large auditorium. I looked around and saw old movie posters, weapons, and armor hanging off the walls. I gulped. I DEFFINELTY did not want to be here when that stuff fell. There was even two meter long saws just haning above our heads.
"Wow. This place has a nice, homey feeling to it." I said sarcastically. Obviously, Sam and Tucker knew what I was talking about. But of course, you couldn't forget that this was a combat and self defense camp.
I looked at Sam. I think she looks cute when she's got that what-are- we-getting-into? look. I smiled.
"Uh, Danny? what are you smiling about?" She asked. I would of loved to have known what she was thinking right then in there.
"Oh, nothing. Nothing at all." She gave me a weird look, and looked to the front. Someone was standing on the stage, speaking.
" Welcome to Combat Training Camp. I am Yvenne, your advanced combat teacher and also head of this camp. If you ever have any questions, come to me."
" I think you all know why you're here. Today will be a goof off day to meet the people who will be working with you for the next week and a half and to also set up your rooms. The rooms have been designed to hold two people and no two rooms are a-like. Each room represents a different country. When I am done, you may all go and pick your room and room-mate."
Now, for the schedule. For tomorrow, we will start off with basic training in groups of two. That way we can get a feel for your knowledge so far of the fighting arts."
" Everyday at 9;00 a.m, we all meet here. Between 9:00 and 12:00, you will be paired off for basic training. At 12:15, you have have lunch until 1:30. That is when you will get a permanent partner fo reach class. And don't worry, I promise this won't be like school!" I heard sighs from every direction. " From 1:45 till 5:30, your schedule will vary, depending on your ability. You will each get schedules made specifically for you. Last, but not least, at 6:00, we will have dinner, and then you are free for the rest of the night."
If you have any questions or problems, remember, come to me. Good day!" And finally Yvenne's speech was over. We were free to go.
I tried to get out of my chair, but my back felt it was on fire every time I tried to move. In the end I got help from Sam and Tucker.
Tucker gave me a worried glance and asked, " You okay Danny?"
" Yeah, I think I'm all right. I just need to rest." That said, I hobbled over to my suitcase/backpack, picked it up, and asked Tucker if he wanted to be my room mate.
"You betcha. But what about Sam?" And, as if on cue, a girl walked up to Sam, and apparently, the girl asked the question about room mates, because Sam already had her stuff in her hand and was heading over here with the girl behind her.
"Guys, I'd like you to meet Keona. She's gonna be my room mate."
"Hi. Nice to meet you." she said shyly. Something about her looked familiar, but I couldn't place it. She had brown shoulder length hair, brown eyes, and she was short, but pretty.
Interesting. She sort of looks like my mystery helper. But why? I mean, she doesn't have teal eyes. And she's actually taller than what I think the girl looked. Maybe I could use Sam to keep an eye on her. Speaking of which. Sam has a twinkle in her eye and last time I saw that, it was when she wanted revenge on Paulina. I wonder why it's there now?
" So, Keona. Where are you from?" I asked non chalently.
" I'm actually from Greece, but I moved here a little before Christimas last year, " she replied. She seemed a little uncomfortable and shifted from foot to foot.
"Cool." There was an awkward silence. " so...do you know any combat skills already?"
In her eyes, she seemed to have panicked, but outside,she kept her cool. "Actually,I do. But I need to builed up stamina, so I thought this place might help."
I was hoping Tucker would keep his big mouth shut, but I was wrong. " Sam, Danny and me are here so that we can fight gho-"
" Goalies! That's right. We never seem to win, right Danny?" Sam asked with a play-along-please glance.
You know, Sam can cover up really good. " Uh, yeah. right." But I looked at Keona and saw see wasn't totally satisfied wilth that answer.
Suddenly, I saw Keona wince in pain as a strong wind came up. " Uh, sorry to leave you hanging, but I think I forgot something in the bus." And she ran back to the bus at full speed.
" Why do you think she just did that? She acts as if she's hiding something. And she sorta looks like the person who saved me!" I said.
Sam then replied to me: " Danny, I don't think anything's wrong with her. And you said 'sorta'. That means in a way. Two people can sort of look like each other you know." I thought from the way Sam sounded, I struck a nerve.
"Sorry! I thought I left my purse in the bus! But I found it!" Keona said, walking towards us a few minutes later with a bamboo purse hanging in her arm. She seemed more happier for some reason. " Well, we'd better go claim our rooms before someone else does!" And she took Sam away as they headed for the dorms.
" Keona acts like any teen, so why do I get the feeling that she isn't?" I asked Tucker.
"I don't know man. I think you've been hunting ghosts too much or something. I think she's an okay girl for Sam to hang around with. You know, I've noticed you get really uncomfortable when she talks. Are you sensing something? Or are you just paranoid?" Tucker asked with a raised eyebrow.
" Probably just paranoid. But Keona's right. Let's go pick a room before they're all taken." I decided I should stop blabbing about it. I mean, if my friends think she's okay, then I should trust that. I started to walk and noticed that the back in my back had died down a bit and turned into a dull ache. I felt so much better after that.
About three minutes of walking brought us to the dorms. Tucker and I walked inside and chose a room 6 doors down to the right of the hallway. We walked inside and looked around as I turned on the switch. The room was decorated in stuff from the Dutch Caribbean.
" Cool. I could get used to this," Tucker said, putting down his backpack on a fish-decorated bed.
I was about to agree when all of a sudden my ghost sense went off. I was not physically ready for another fight for two days, but I guess that didn't matter right now... then I thought of something...
"Oh, no!"