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Chapter three.
Danny hummed quietly to himself. He had sat in this box, or 'solitary confinement' as the guards had preferred to call it, for two weeks he thought, even though it felt like a lifetime.
During his first day in here, he had moved around the box, if you could call it moving. More like crawling through quicksand. He had felt every crack, ever corner, looking for any way out, only to draw blanks every time.
"Damn!" he muttered as he tried to stretch his legs out, only to hit the wall directly in front of him.
Can I phase back to my human self? He wondered and screwing his eyes shut, he tried to turn back, only nothing happened. He stayed ghost. In frustration, he swore and banged his hand on the lid.
"Hey! Let me out! I've, err, learnt my lesson, though I didn't do anything. Let me out!"
Danny continued to bang on the lid and yell loudly, until in the distance, he faintly heard a door bang open in the distance. He stopped immediately and looked up hearing the lock on the lid being unlocked.
The lid flew open and Danny squinted against the harsh light beaming into the box.
"Up Halfa!" A voice barked.
Danny tried to move but fell back instead.
"I said UP!" the voice snarled and a hand appeared, grasping Danny's hair, physically, pulling him out of the box.
" I can't move my legs!" Danny yelled as he was dropped onto the floor harshly.
"Don't speak, Halfa!" The guard snapped, backhanding him across the face, leaving a red mark. "But for your information, it was put on you, to stop any escapes."
Danny felt his stomach drop. Escaping seemed impossible at the moment. It was almost as if Walker was making sure he didn't escape, almost revelling in fact.
"Clap the restraints on him. He's a well known trouble maker."
Danny shuffled backwards along the floor as the guards advanced on him.
"Don't touch me!"
"Enough is enough! Come here! I have enough work to do, without chasing after some stupid Halfa!" one of the guards bellowed catching Danny by the front of his shirt and slapping green glowing manacles onto his wrists.
"Move" he snarled pushing Danny in front of him. Danny stumbled and moved forward looking for any way of escape.
" Keep going forward."
"But, but, but that's the Wardens office!" Danny blurted out. That couldn't be good.
"Yeah kid, the Warden wants a word with you. Says he needs to put you in your place. Can't have the likes of you causing fights and think you own the place. Don't happen like that here."
"But I never started the fight! It was Skul…"
Smack.
"Lying, ain't gonna get you anywhere kid. We know you started it. Every ghost in the mess hall saw you do it."
"But I.."
"Wardens office. Get in."
Danny was thrown roughly onto the floor as the guards opened the door to the Wardens office, and he tried to catch his breath.
"Well, well, well. It's Danny Phantom isn't it? Quite the little ghost catcher aren't we?" The Warden walked over to Danny lying on the floor and placed a boot onto his chest.
"I think we need to have a chat, don't you?"