Amity Park, Indiana

Friday January 28, 2005

POOF...

Suddenly, where there had been only a few trees, there was a child. Timmy Turner glanced at his two wristbands, one pink and on green. They were Cosmo and Wanda! Running down the street, Timmy found the technology fair. But everything was in chaos! There was somesort of battle going on above the area where the fair was being held. A female figure in a tight red body suit and combat helmet was riding on a metal device that was appearantly powered by rockets. And the other figure was a male in a black jumpsuit. He had white hair and his green eyes seemed to glow. "Wanda," he whispered, "who is that? He seems familiar."

"I dunno, sport," replied the pink wristband. "He does look familiar, though."

"It's Danny Phantom!" yelled Cosmo.Suddenly, he poofed off Timmy's wrist and hovered in fairy from above Timmy waving at Danny Phantom! "HEY DANNY! I'm your biggest fan!"

"Cosmo, you idiot!" yelled Timmy and Wanda simultaneously. Wanda raised a wand and Cosmo suddenly poofed back to being a wristband. If any human who did not have Farily Godparents learned that Timmy did, then they would be forcefully taken away forever. He'd seen it happen to them twice, once when they were the faries of his teacher Denzel Crocker back in 1972, and once when he'd revealed the secret to save them from the same Crocker. Thankfully his magic muffin had granted his rule-free wish to have them back. Either way, it was just as painful to watch them sucked into the book as it was for them to be sucked there. And Timmy was out of rule-free wishes. Sure, he'd had two consecutive fairy-versaries since then, but he'd eaten those muffins as soon as he'd recieved them to avoid another Catastrophe.

But the past was in the past, which was exactly where Timmy wanted to go. "Guys," he whispered, "I wish I had something to point me in the right direction of the Time Machine."

Just as it poofed into existence, an old model sportscar whizzed by, but several hundred feet above the ground. The driver apparently took it low when he noticed the battle raging abvoe the tent. The car landed and two adults ran out, one in a lab coat and the other wearing more normal clothing. Timmy held up the Time Machine Radar and it pointed in the direction of the car.

"Oh great," Timmy remarked. "I find a non-magical time machine and it just happens to be a car! And I can't drive!" Timmy let his dejection show, until he had an idea. "Guys," he addressed the wristbands, "I wish I could drive that car!"

The wands went up again, but again they made the farting noise. "Timmy," Wanda warned, "we can't grant wishes that would allow illiegal activity.."

"And that means you can't drive a car unless you have us when you're sixteen," finished Cosmo. "And your town-hero driver's liscense is only valid in Dimmsdale!"

Timmy smacked himself in the head. Great Turner, just great. "Fine," he told the fairies, "I'll just figure it out myself."

Doc and Marty make their way through the booths of the tech fair. The devices they're looking for are so incredible, that Marty wouldn't believe they could exist if he hadn't seen the future with his own eyes. Somehow, Valerie Grey, the seemingly imortal tyrant found a device that would unleash an army of ghosts-Doc called them ectoplasmic beings-and the other was a powersuit that allowed her to control them. The most disturbing thing is, that it was something related to Marty's career as a rock star that allowed this to happen, because they'd been to a version of the future-ten years still from this point-where Dictator Gray never ruled anything. Suddenly, Doc spots one of the devices. It is called the Ghost Portal. A very large man in an orange jumpsuit stands next to it, examining it from the side, seemingly obvlivous to the fact that it is both on, and releasing ghosts.

"Doc," saysMarty, "look over there. The machine is already on!"

"Great Scott!" yells the scientest, Emett L. Brown. "It would seem we've arrived too late to prevent the machine from being turned on."

The pair of Time Travelers runs over to the large man, Jack Fenton, inventor of the ghost portal and unwitting acomplise in the reign of Dictator Gray. "Can I help you?" Says Jack.

"Jack Fenton," starts Doc, "Hello, I am doctor Emmet Brown, I..um... need to have a word with you about apparitions."

"GHOSTS?" Blurts the scientist, obvioulsy even more excentric than Doc."Ghosts are my specialty, but I'm sure you know that if you know my name. What is it you need?"

"Mr. Fenton," says Doc gravely, "I don't know how else to say this: I'm from the future. I have returned from the year 2014 to warn you that your invention will fall into the wrong hands today."

At that, Jack Fenton begins rolling on the floor laughing, ridiculing the notion of Time Travel.

"Hey, Jack!" Marty screams, "If you havent noticed, that portal of yours is on and spewing out gho.. I mean ectoplasmic beings.." Marty saying the last part with a sigh, looking at Doc derisively. Doc told him that it was unscientific to refer to them as such.

Jack now snaps into a sitting position, finally noticing the terror his device is causing. He runs to the front, where the portal is on and spewing forth ghost after ghost. "SUFFERING SPOOKS!" he yells. Grabbing several nearby devices all labeled Fenton Ghost Hunting, Jack runs after the ghosts, trying to catch them.

"Doc..This has gotten really heavy."

"Marty, get over here and help me shut this thing down!" Doc yells, kneeling next to the Fenton Portal "Right," sighs Marty...

Meanwhile, the fight beteen Danny and Valerie has accelearted. Danny ducked a bunch of shots from her ectoplasmic ray-guns, only to be kicked in the face when she jumped off her board. Danny ran around behind a tree, and phased through it with his ability to go intangable, and slugged the ghost-hunting witch in the face. Valerie flew back into a park bench, breaking it in half.

Suddenly, Danny felt cold, and his breath showed up again. He'd been so distracted during the battle he'd not realized that the city was now crawling with ghosts. Running across the lawn, he leapt into the air, and flew towards a pack of Ectopusses. Somesort of dead but sentient Octopus, the ectopusses were hardly any threat to him, but they were capable of harming humans.

"Time to die, ghost boy!" a raspy female voice said from behind. Danny turned to see Valerie pointing another weapon at him. Just as he was about to dodge it, the nearest ectopus grabbed him, holding him for just long enough for the strange projectile to scrape is stomach. Now Danny was in mortal fear of death. Despite being half-ghost, the idea of death still haunted him. What would happen to a halfa who died? would he become all-ghost, or would he dissapear altogether? Neither sounded pleasant. He struggled against the cool tentacles of the ectopus, growing in despair as Valerie reloaded the gun.

She cocked the weapon, taking careful aim. Danny's side ached from the previous wound.

Valerie hoisted the weapon, pointing it at Danny's head. This was it.

NO! THIS CAN'T BE IT! yelled Danny's mind... Not yet fifteen, he was much too young to be completely ghost.

Suddenly, Danny felt strenghth and speed, his struggling paid off, as the ectopuss erupted into a ball of green fire as an equally green aura surrounded Danny. He focused an ectobeam, right at Valerie. The beam burned with the white-hot intensity of a thousand suns, tearing through the projectile, through the gun, and through Valerie!

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Danny screamed as he unleashed his fury.

He sank to the ground, exhausted. Stumbling across the street to the place where Valerie lay, he had a sinking feeling in his stomach, in his chest, that only grew as she stayed still. It couldn't be... could it?

No...! Danny's mind screamed... But it was true. Valerie lay motionless, still. The red jumpsuit around her head and shoulders was burned off, leaving no doubt.

Valerie Gray was dead... And Danny Phantom had killed her.