Disclaimer: Danny Phantom and all of Butch Hartman's characters obviously belong to Butch Hartman. Any 'made up' or 'fan' characters I take full responsibility and credit for.

Fiction Rating: PG13 Language/Sexual Content/Some Drug Reference/Violence

From the Author: I'm not replying to the reviews, since there are ONLY TWO and that'd be rather pointless. I'll just thank them here, THANK YOU! x.x Yeah, well, sorry I can't be more exciting about it, I'm just rather dissapointed that my hard-worked chapter only got a few views and even fewer reviews. >.> Please review if you read it people.

This Chapter: Two new fan-villains, as well as some content that you'd actually want to read. Again, the first chapter was slow, so this one's much better. I'm getting there, so although this one isn't as slow as the first, it's still a little off-beat, although the action it made me happy. Worship my cerberus:O!

Chapter II

New Threats

Tucker sat in class, just as annoyed as his friends thought he'd be. Playing with a pencil on his desk, with his other arm providing comfort for his resting chin, his brows were slanted down in quite an annoyed expression. Luckily he sat in the back, or else the teacher would've barked out at him by now. At this point, however, every one of the teacher's pointless words glided in one ear and flew out of the other. 'They better have a good reason for bailing on me today,' thought Tucker as he broke the tip of his pencil. Of course, Tucker was pretty mad now, but it was difficult for him to hold a grudge, and at times he could be a little over-dramatic about things.

Glancing back up at the clock on the wall, there was only twenty-five minutes of this putrid place. Oh how he hated it here, especially when he was 'alone'. The stench of sweaty jocks emerging from the gym doors across the hall, a dusty old fan rather then the more preferred cool air-conditioner, the closed in space with nobody to talk to… But then again, who actually liked to go to school? Finally, down to twenty minutes and he was out of this legalized excuse of a 'prison'. But then, something happened.

A ghost emerged from the blackboard behind the rambling teacher. It's movements sleek and silent, it's eyes a beady red. A Cerberus, a beast of legend. A three headed dog whom protected the gates of hell. This one seemed about the size of a horse, it's three rottweiler heads raised just above the teacher's height. It had an eerie red glow to it, with a pelt as black as night itself. Leather banded collars clung to the three necks firmly, with charcoal tinted spikes protruding from every other inch of them. It wasn't long before Dash, star quarterback, and the first to notice the intrusion, squealed like a little eleven-year-old girl in panic.

Soon all hell broke loose. "Ghost!" the teacher exclaimed, ready to push women and children alike out of his way to charge through the partly opened door of the room. The Cerberus growled loudly at the first sign of fear, and as one of it's heads used it's mighty jaws to clamp down on the teacher's computer screen, the other two began to tear away at the teacher's desk. In only a second its figure began to plow away through the front row of student desks. Although Dash and a few of his snobby friends escaped, the ones that remained, including Tucker, backed down towards the back corners of the room.

Trapped like rats, more panic broke out and the Cerberus was further enraged. Finally, another ghost intervened, and the snap of a whip was heard. The three heads of the beast seemed to quickly calm themselves, and although with much hesitation, the creature backed away from the cornered lot of students. The figure of the other ghost went unseen as she slipped back into the wall behind the teacher's desk. The Cerberus obeyed and followed without hesitation this time.

Tucker sighed, rather sweaty from nervousness of the recent previous moment. He was surprised 'Danny Phantom' didn't show up to save the day, but the more he thought about it, the more he knew…Sam wouldn't let it happen with Danny's 'condition'. Finally, a few policemen emerged through the school's main entrance. And behind them, the 'Fentons', well…Jack and Maddie, armed with multiple gadgets, they seemed more eager to get inside then any of the other adults. But of course, they were ghost hunters, and were more susceptible to be enchanted or hypnotized by such cases.

Before they knew it, the students were easily herded out of the school and in front of it. The crowd whispered here and there, although the whispering ceased as the school bell went off. "Kids, WAIT!" cried Lancer as he struggled to keep the group in one place, "We have questions before you go!" His voice faded away in the stampede of angsty teenagers, who couldn't wait to get home. Even Tucker was 'gone with the wind'. He couldn't wait to not only tell his friends about the ghost incident, but he'd give them that 'good talking too' he planned on before the ghost incident happened.

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Back In the School
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The muscles of the beast flexed as it's legs forced itself from the ground, into a boudning leap, if you will. The cerberus was quite an interesting sight to behold, and held an eerie beauty only few could understand. A ghost, nonetheless, it could prove to be quite the danger to the citizens of the community. It already has for our hero, 'Danny Phantom'. Of course, a simple 'nudge' with one head's nose to the back of the ghost-boy's head sent him flying from the building top. But the creature was obviously just following mere orders, although it was obvious that it had a distaste for Danny anyways. A hatred built up over time, the cerberus didn't want a ghost-child in his way. Although, he seemed to have one as a companion and master...

Bringing itself to a halt, the creature now lingered in the cafeteria of the school, standing on top of one of the tables, although it appeared it would soon collapse under the dog's immense muscle weight. "I thought I told you to leave the studentsalone," came a rather cool yet naturally seductive voice. The cerberus's ears immediately flattened, lowering it's heads and tail as it took the scolding. "I don't need another lecture from the boss, I just told you to find Fenton..."

Her figure became visible, as she stood on the opposing table. Crimson streaked raven hair rested neatly over her shoulders, her piercing blood tinted eyes seemed as hollow as her soul. Wearing an outfit similar to Danny's, it cut lower near her chest area, black with red rather then white. Gloves fingerless, and aura as bloody as her canine companion's, her figure was rather sleek and 'dainty'. Skinny, yet not 'unhealthily thin', what muscle did cling to her frame clung mostly to her legs. She obviously seemed to prefer walking on her feet, although flying wasn't much of a problem. Femenine presence graced another table as she half leapt, half floated over to her canine companion. Pulling a leg over it's back, she hoisted herself up, grabbing the center head's collar in her hands, carefully guiding her gentle fingers to avoid the ivron spikes.

Boots appearing to be a steel-sort of substance, spiked up near the toes, armed with a white skull on each front of it, as well as one on the back of her outfit. The whip was coiled, and neatly clung to her red strap of a belt near the side. "Don't let it happen again," she said with a slightly lighter tone. Forgiving of her canine friend, it raised it's heads and waggled it's stubby tail in utter satisfaction. Ducking low it flexed it's legs, only before pushing up into flight, breaking the table with such force and gliding through the cieling, and through the roof of the school. The girl hung on, her hands gripping the collar tighter now as her companion changed flight angles. The people looked like ants below.

"Maddie!" exclaimed Jack as he emerged only a second late through the open doors of the cafeteria. "Yes dear?" she asked, poking her head from another one of the rooms aligning the same hallway. "Look at this damage!" he said with a rather fascinated glint in his eyes, nearing the broken table and arms outstretched, holding a little 'ghost meter' detecting recent activity. The needle on it's screen tilted over to a '9' out of '10', yet the closer he got, the higher the needle went, until it hit a full '10', as high as the device could go. Jack Fenton's wife finally entered the cafeteria, and gasped at the damage the ghosts left behind. Although her husband seemed very interested in the fact that a ghost actually caused this much damage, Maddie seemed more worried over the situation.

If it could do this much damage to a room and a table in only ten minutes, what was it capable of doing between now and the time it would be captured...?

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Mall
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By then Danny and Sam emerged through the doors of the Mall. Full of energy, Danny found it best that the walked like normal people. And, not only was it that, but people were obviously getting out of school, and it wasn't worth getting caught or even spotted. Right now Danny seemed to enjoy the stressless points of life, and being a ghostly counterpart would make things a lot more difficult then they had to be. Sam shivered as the breeze of air conditioning nipped at her shoulders, yet her goosebumps subsided as her body quickly adjusted to the cooler temperature.

"Finally," she said with a slight smirk, looking over to Danny. "Yeah, finally. But if I know Tucker, if you don't answer the door, he'll come here," Danny mumbled, noticing a few more teens walking in after they did. Paulina was one of them, and that immediately caught his attention. Jaw nearly dropping, his blank stare followed her all the way to the food court, and soon fade out of seeing distance. Sam snapped her fingers a few time in front of his gawking face. Already Paulina was starting to take Danny from her, and they just got here! "Uh," Danny snapped out of it, his gentle blue gaze looking down to her. "Although every time I ask this, I get 'she's beautiful' as an answer...but hopefully by now you've come up with something new," she said sarcastically, "Why do you like her that awful much?" "She's beautiful...and...has good taste in food...?" he half-asked, shrugging. Sam sighed, rolling her eyes, "Well, come on, let's go grab a bite before Tucker gets here and starts bitching."

The two began walking towards the food court, although at once Sam regretted making such a suggestion. He'd continue gawking at Paulina, and right now she needed to talk to Danny...about his ghost life, of course. But little did she knew, a new arch-nemesis was on his way, and Danny better be prepared.