A/N: Hi! Well, first off I should say this is my first Danny Phantom fanfic so I don't know how it will go over with anyone yet. If you see any problems or do not like something, please write a constructive criticism, not just a flame stating that I suck. Thanks. Anyway, on to the show!
Disclaimer: This is going for ALL of the chapters of this story because I know I will forget later on anyway- I do not own Danny Phantom or any of the characters therein, they belong to Butch Hartman. I do however own Liza and David and any others I may come up with later.
Chapter 1: It Can't Be!
It was quiet in the Ghost Zone, but then, it was always quiet there. A few ghosts floated aimlessly about; some planning their next break into the human world and how they would control it while others just reminisced about their former lives. All in all it was a normal day there. None of them paid any heed to the abandoned building floated on the outer reaches of the Zone which housed a great evil. An evil they had forgotten about after the half human half ghost boy sealed him away forever just four years prior.
Two glowing red eyes opened, the only things visible in the darkness encasing him. For four long years this ghost had been building up his energy for the day when he would free himself. During that time, he had remained in a deep sleep, planning, dreaming of getting his revenge. A smirk formed unseen on his face. Now. Now was the time. The time was right. He could feel it. He began to build up a bright green ectoplasmic energy force. This force grew and grew around him, causing the already tight spaces to become tighter. He did not mind this, for he knew that soon, soon he would no longer have to reside inside such a cramped space. Soon he would be able to put his plan into motion. His cage began to crack under the pressure, the glowing green of his ecto-energy seeping through the outermost shell of his confinement. With a roar of rage, a roar of triumph, a roar of excitement, he brought his energy to the maximum level it could go and broke free of his cage. A resounding crack echoed throughout the building, muffled from the outside and the hearing of the other ghosts by the thick walls.
He slumped to the floor of the building, exhausted. Slowly, he could feel his energy regrouping, strengthening him once more. He stared up at the ceiling for a moment, watching the swirling green patterns of the glowing ectoplasm outside reflecting there. He tossed one arm over his eyes, relishing the moment of freedom. He could see again. He could hear the low murmurs of the other ghosts who did not know he was free yet. A grin crossed his face, showing from underneath his forearm. He would deal with them later. He remembered what they had done before. He would get his revenge on them as well. He dragged his arm from his face and slowly sat up, the grin sliding off his face as if never there. But first he had to deal with him. The one who had locked him away. The one who had beaten him so easily it seemed. The one who he would gain much pleasure from torturing. He stood up to his full height. He could feel his excitement racing just underneath his skin, inside his very veins. A chuckle escaped him at this thought. He could barely remember feeling this, it had been so long, and yet it felt so familiar at the same time. His chuckle grew as he began to levitate off of the floor. Soon his chuckles had grown into loud laughter.
This caused the other ghosts to pause in what they were doing, their eyes drifting over to the dark building that it was coming from. He could hear the low murmurs growing as fear erupted in their hearts. It could not be! It simply could not be! He relished in their disbelief, gained even more power from the knowledge that he could do this to them just by laughing, by breaking free when no one thought he ever could. His laughter grew ever stronger and louder as he gained speed in his ascent, finally bursting through the ceiling he had previously been studying.
"I am FREE!" he shouted, arms raised in triumph. He cast a disdainful look over the ghosts staring up at him in frozen disbelief. He paused then, floating high overhead them, studying them silently. He descended to the ground, such as it was, before them.
"Boo. . ."
The group of ghosts let out a small shriek of disbelief before taking off to places unknown. With a smug feeling of satisfaction, he took off once again toward his main objective. If all went as planned he may feel nice enough to let those who lived here already go with just the knowledge that he was back and could obtain revenge at any time he pleased. He chuckled once again as he flew towards a portal he knew would bring him to the human world and that of his foe.
"Beware, Danny, I am back and this time there is no stopping me. This time you will know pain greater than that which I have ever endured. I swear it!" He raced forward eager to bring about the demise of the young halfa currently unaware of his escape. His laughter echoed behind him making every ghost who heard it shudder from within their hiding spots.
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He's a phantom,
Danny Phantom, phantom, phantom,
Yo Danny Fenton, he was just fourteen
When his parents built a very strange machine
It was designed to view a world unseen
He's gonna catch 'em all cause he's Danny Phantom
When it didn't quite work, his folks, they just quit
Then Danny took a look inside of it
There was a great big flash, everything just changed
His molecules got all rearranged
Phantom, phantom
When he first woke up he realised
He had snow white hair and glowing green eyes
He could walk through walls, disappear and fly
He was much more unique than the other guys
And it was then that he knew what he had to do
He had to stop all the ghosts who were coming through
He's here to fight for me and you
He's gonna catch 'em all cause he's Danny Phantom
He's gonna catch 'em all cause he's Danny Phantom
Gonna catch 'em all cause he's Danny Phantom
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"Hey guys, wait up!"
It was this shout that caused two ebony haired eighteen year olds, one a petite female with striking lavender eyes and the other a slightly muscular male with soft sky blue eyes, to pause in the doorway of Casper High. As one they turned around to face the one who had stopped them. The sight that greeted them was another eighteen year old young man running up the street with one arm raised in the air, waving. They stepped out of the way of a few other students who were waiting impatiently to enter the school and waited for their friend. When he finally reached them he skidded to a halt, panting lightly. He used the pointer finger of his right hand to push his thick glasses further up over his teal eyes and grinned.
"If you had wanted some time alone, you lovebirds you, you could have told me. . ." He commented smoothly as he adjusted his red beret on his head, fixed his yellow long sleeved T-shirt, and finally pulled his coveted PDA from one of the pockets on his army green pants. Although slightly taller than when he was fourteen, Tucker was basically the same.
"TUCKER!" Twin cries of embarrassment erupted from his two friends. "WE ARE NOT LOVEBIRDS!" Tucker Foley, the techno geek of Casper High, burst into delighted laughter at the sight of the blushes covering his friends faces. No matter how many times he did that, he never got over how funny it was. He had known for a long time how much his friends secretly liked one another, even before they had admitted to themselves! Tucker shook his head, still laughing as he walked around them and into the school.
Meanwhile, his two friends were trying to will their blushes away before having to go into class. Samantha "Sam" Manson, the individualistic Ultra Recyclo-Vegetarian Goth, was the first to start walking. Like Tucker she had not changed much from her fourteen year old self. She still wore a black tank top with a purple oval on the front, a black skirt with green markings, purple leggings, and black combat boots. She had grown her hair out to the middle of her back, still in a half-ponytail held by a green scrunchie. She kept her head lowered as she walked through the hallways towards her locker to hide the blush and the glances she kept tossing towards Danny. Her other best friend, secret love interest, a young man constantly seen in a white tee with a red oval and trim on the collar and sleeves, jeans, sneakers, and hair that would never be tamed. None of them had changed much regarding their personalities or what they wore, but Danny had changed the most physically. With all of his ghost fighting throughout the years, he had filled out enough that if you knew where to look you could see the muscles he was forming.
"And I definitely look. . ." Sam's blush brightened once again. By this time she had reached her locker and began fiddling with the lock. Somehow, this last year at Casper High the three friends had gotten lockers right next to each others. This is how Sam was able to kick Tucker in the shin as she entered the combination. Or tried to at least. Danny and Tucker had already gathered the required books and materials, so they were leaning on their lockers waiting for her. After several minutes of her muttering and trying to open it again and again, the hallway emptied of other students. She groaned, slamming her head against the cold metal.
Danny glanced over at her and grinned. "Locker won't open again, Sam?"
When she nodded, he chuckled and reached an intangible hand through the metal to grabbed what she would need. Sam smiled, nearing blinding Danny with how bright it was. He shook his head, starting to walk towards Lancer's room. This time it was Danny who groaned. Every year they had ended up with Mr. Lancer for an English teacher and every year Mr. Lancer would give Danny detention almost every day. The last bell to be in class sounded throughout the empty hallway.
Danny hung his head. "Looks like I'll be in detention today. . . again! At least Sam and Tuck will be with me." They entered the noisy classroom slowly and Danny cheered up instantly. Mr. Lancer wasn't there yet. Happily, they slid into their seats seconds before Lancer trotted through the door.
"Forgive me class. . . I was unavoidably detained in the office. Let's get right into it. Open your books to where we ended yesterday and we will. . ."
Lancer's voice droned on. Several times either Sam or Tucker would nudge Danny awake. They wouldn't want him to get a detention just after narrowly escaping one before. After what seemed an extremely long time, the bell finally rang. The three friends all went in separate directions for their next classes, promising to meet up for lunch as always.
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Sam was the first to get to their table. Since it was finally spring, they were eating outside. She dropped her books down and began to munch on her salad watching the door for Tucker or Danny. She tried to ignore how Dash and his group, including Paulina, were gesturing towards her and laughing. Finally, she saw Danny walking through the doors with a tray in hand. Sam raised one hand to get his attention and he, smiling, joined her.
"Killer test in Chem, Danny, watch out."
Danny paused in the act of sitting down and made a face. "Great! The one class to have a pop quiz and it's the one I didn't get a chance to study for!"
"Who was it this time?" Tucker, who had suddenly shown up, asked as he placed his tray of three hamburgers down. Sam made a face as he immediately began to devour them.
Danny sighed. "The Box Ghost. I just don't get it! How does he keep getting out? And right after him that stupid dog ghost showed up wanting to play! By the time I got him to go home it was already 2 AM and I had to get some sleep." He suddenly turned to Sam. She sighed, knowing what he wanted from the puppy dog look he was giving her. "Sam. . . can I please use your notes?"
"Sure." She opened her mouth to say something else when a blue mist escaped from Danny's mouth just as he opened it for the first bite. At his disgruntled look, she laughed.
"Of all the. . . Cover me guys!" With that he dove under the table, covered by his two friends whistling tunelessly as they leaned on the table. A flash of blue light emitted from below them, and Danny Phantom flew out from the center of their table just as the Fright Knight appeared right near Dash and Paulina's table. Paulina's scream was the signal of the mass exodus of students into the school building, except Tucker and Sam of course.
The Fright Knight slammed his sword through the A-List's vacated table. "You, boy, will come with me!"
Danny smirked. "I don't think so, Tin Man!" A large etco-plasmic energy ball began to build in his left hand. "I'm not the same fourteen year old Halfa you fought before. . . I've grown and so have my powers!" He tossed the energy ball at the Fright Knight. The Knight turned slightly and used his sword like a bat to knock the ball away from him, not noticing that Danny hadn't remained in one place to see if it had hit him. The fist that caught him under the chin, making him fly back into a tree across the lunch area, surprised the Fright Knight in more ways that one. Not only because he wasn't expecting it but it was also very powerful.
"How is that possible? By my calculations he is only eighteen, he should not have more power than most in the Ghost Zone! The rumors must be true then. Now if only I can. . ." Fright sprang to his feet. "You know not what you do." Fright had barely gotten that out when an ecto-beam caught him in the sword arm, his sword flying out of his grasp and embedded in the ground. Danny's feet touched the ground next to it and he threw a cocky grin Fright's way.
"Oh, but I think I do."
Tucker and Sam watched them in confusion, a feeling that something wasn't right growing within them. It was Tucker who finally spoke of this feeling. "Why isn't the Fright Knight attacking Danny? It's like he doesn't want to fight or something. . ."
Sam nodded and opened her mouth to speak when she spotted something out of the corner of her eye. Her face drained of all color and she began racing towards Danny, whose back was facing this new threat.
"NO! DANNY!"
It seemed like time slowed in the next few instants. Danny turned to find a large beam of ecto-plasmic energy heading for him and his eyes widened. Sam threw herself between the beam and Danny at the last possible second, knocking Danny back and getting hit by the beam full force. Tucker began running towards his two friends, a look of shock and panic on his face. The Fright Knight's hand moved and the sword came flying back to him as he raced over to where the beam originated from.
Time regained it's normal speed. Sam and Danny were lying in a motionless heap on the ground as Tucker fell to his knees by their sides.
Danny slowly sat up, holding a limp Sam against his chest. His eyes stared blankly down at her; the way her head hung strangely over his arm, her closed eyes, the extra paleness to her skin. He shook her, desperately trying to waken her. Danny Phantom disappeared as his head raised and his eyes focused on where the Fright Knight had run to.
"He killed her!"
Hope you enjoyed thefirst chapter of my story and I hope to have another one out very soon!
R&R people.
Lotsa Love- ICR