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The Master Plan
Uric Igi Shelps
Prologue
Sunday Afternoon
The screen faded to black and the lights flickered back on as the small crowd all got up, nearly in sync, talking amiably as they exited the air-conditioned theater. Danny Fenton, Sam Manson and Tucker Foley were amongst the modest moviegoers streaming into the late afternoon sun.
A brisk, early October wind swept past them as the three teens headed up the street in the direction of their homes. They talked in gory, bloody detail about the latest movie for a few blocks before they'd talked all they could about the movie.
They walked in silence for a few minutes before Sam suddenly grabbed Danny's arm. "I just remembered!"
"Sam?" Danny asked, concerned.
"You'll never believe what my parents are doing," Sam said as the three of them came to a stop on the sidewalk, Sam staring at Danny in apparent worry. She didn't wait for him to answer before she went on. "They're financing an invasion of the ghost zone!"
Danny raised an eyebrow, "So?" Sam rolled her eyes and let go of his arm.
"They're also financing a group of ghost-hunters to search for and destroy Danny Phantom," Danny blinked for a moment before he laughed.
"Come on, Sam," Danny said, starting to walk again, "Vlad already tried that and it was a total bust, I'm not worried,"
Sam caught up to him and glanced at him, "I think this is gonna be a little bit different, Danny,"
"Oh, come on Sam," Tucker said, "If Danny could handle fighting his evil future self, the most powerful ghost king ever, and everything else he's fought off — I think he can handle a bunch of ghost-hunting idiots,"
"I think he could handle it too!" Sam said defensively, "I just think that he should be a little more careful for awhile,"
Danny opened his mouth to say something, but he suddenly stopped walking and shivered, groaning as a cold breath escaped his mouth; his ghost sense. Sam and Tucker noticed as well, and also stopped walking. "No, you go on ahead," Danny said, "It's getting late and we've got school tomorrow — it's probably just the Box Ghost — I'll fly home after,"
"Are you sure, Danny?" Sam asked, shivering in the cold and pulling her jacket tighter around her.
Danny laughed, "You're cold, just go home — Tucker's already gone," Sam turned around to see Tucker disappearing around a corner.
"All right," Sam sighed, "See you tomorrow,"
Danny smiled before jumping into an alleyway. Sam watched as the predictable flash of light was followed by a black and grey blur and a brief wind. She watched him until he flew up and out of sight before turning towards home.
Author's Note: I know this was incredibly short, but it's just a prologue, the rest of the chapters should be longer from here on out.