Chapter 2: Nasty Nightmare

Uh, it was back to school this week. GAY, GAY, GAY, GAY, GAY, GAY, GAY! That's what I think of school. GAY! (Terribly sorry to any of you reading this that are gay. Hopefully I did not offend.) Well, it's pretty neat-o gang to be here. Two things you need to know;

#1: Yes, Danny and the gang (haha, I love that) are 16 and are juniors in high school. And yes, they have different outfits YAY CLOTHING!
#2:No, I do not own Danny Phantom. Will I in the future? Probably not. But one day, Danny and Sam will hook up on DP, and I will be there. And so will many others…

Yeah, technically that was more than two things, but whatever.

ENJOY!

Chapter 2
Nasty Nightmare

As Danny walked down the hall to his room, the cell phone in Jazz's room started ringing. He was a bit uncertain if he should go in and pick it up, but the ringing was starting to annoy him. So he walked inside, pressed the talk button and held the phone to his ear.

"Hello?" he half said half asked.

"Hey-Wait, Fenton?" a familiar voice spoke into the phone.

"Dash?" Danny said equally shocked. "Uh, you have the right number, right?"

"Yeah, last time I checked this was your sister's number-"

"Wait, you mean you were calling Jazz?" Danny asked.

"Yeah…"

"…why?"

"None of your business Fen-turd!" Dash spat into the phone. "Where is she?"

Danny thought of a lie quickly. "Uh…she's not here." he smiled.

"Oh. Well, when you see her, can you just tell her Dash called?"

"Oh, yeah, sure," Danny quickly said hanging up. That's strange, he thought to himself. The only time Dash ever called was to see what time Jazz had to tutor him, and she can't possibly be doing that now. But why would he be calling her? The only other reason would be because they're-
"Oh, hell, no," he said racing down stairs.

Jazz was on the couch reading her book "Your sibling and You" when Danny came down. He stared at her angrily and then pointed at her

"You!" he said, red with fury. Jazz lowered her book. "YOU'RE DATING THE ENEMY!"

She stared at him blankly then burst out in laughter. "Oh, oh God, forgive me, Danny. I wasn't informed we we're playing Dungeons and Dragons. Hold on, let me get on my game face….that's right Lucifer, and you'll never catch me!"

"I can't believe you're going out with Dash!" he shouted at her.

"That I what?" she asked. "Wait-oh, OH! That."

"Why didn't you tell me!"

"Because I knew you'd do this," she said plainly. "That or atempt to murder him."

"Don't think I'm not going to!" he smiled.

"Danny, you're acting ridiculous,"

"Oh, yeah I'm ridiculous, Jazz. I'm not the one who's dating Dash, you are!"

"Ahh…and how does this make you feel," Jazz smiled folding her hands.

Danny shook his head. "Don't you use therapy on my ass!" he said. "Jazz, you're eighteen, The guys sixteen, TWO YEAR DIFFRENCE!"

"Ha, you think year differences stopped Ashton Kutcher and Demi Moore?" Jazz laughed. "Come on, Danny, we've talked before, why can't you just tell me what's really bothering you?"

"This is what's bothering me!" he shouted. "What can you possibly see in him?"

"I feel he has an inner genius are mere minds cannot comprehend with," She smiled drifting off into her own thoughts.

Danny stared at her. "Jazz…the guy can't count to thirty without having to pause five minutes between each number,"

"And yet when he writes poetry, he has the voice of an angle." she smiled going back to her book. "Oh, Danny, you'll understand one day. Who knows, maybe you'll find you really like Dash,"

"Yeah, and maybe one day I'll be able to shoot a plasma blast out my ass," Danny said sarcastically.

"You've done that already," Jazz reminded him.

"…shut up," he said walking upstairs.

Once he made it upstairs, he slid the door to his room open and walked in. His eyes were a bit blood shot and full of stress from ghost hunting, and yelling at Jazz. He tore of his white and black T-shirt and pants and went to bed in his red platted boxers. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

There was a thud down the hall. Danny shot up from his bed and walked down the hall. There was nothing there so he crept don the stairs. The noise was coming from the kitchen. He walked inside it and looked around. Some was in there. He tried switched on the lights but the wouldn't work.

"Hello?" he said nervously. No one answered. Suddenly, something flew past him into the living room, he followed after it. "Who's there?" he demanded. And in the corner of the room he saw a crow sitting on one of the lamps. It stared at him with its beady red eyes. Danny moved towards it cautiously as not to disturb it.

"CAW!" it screeched at him. Danny jumped back. Sure, it was small but it scared the crap out of him. Danny tried to walk near it again but flew towards him and rested on his shoulders. "CAW, CAW!" it screeched pecking at his head.

"Hey, Get off me!" he whispered showing at the bird. It looked at him again and twitched his head to the side. Then it flew over to the wall and fazed right through it. "Ghost crow. Hey, wait-where're you going!" he called after it switching to his ghost form and flying after it. It kept flying away, but stopped on one of the lamp post.

"CAW CAW!" it screeched again at him.

"What the hell do you want, you stupid bird!" Danny yelled at it in frustration. The bird twitched its head to the side once again and flew off into the direction of the school. Danny followed it hoping it wasn't going to be a waste of time. The bird fazed through the walls into the main hall and sat on top of one of the locker. Danny floated down to the ground, switched back to normal (despite the fact he was in his boxers) and walked over to it. The bird twitched is head towards on of the door that was closed. Someone was inside. Danny put his ear up to it to listen.

"Wait- what's going on, WHO ARE YOU?" someone shouted from inside. Danny remembered that voice. It was his history teacher, Mr. Robson. A short, pudgy, gray haired man, but a good heart nonetheless.

"Please no-STOP!" he shouted. There was then a thud and everything went silence. Danny opened the door and looked inside. The only thing inside was a pair of legs sticking out from behind the teacher's desk. Danny walked over it, and there was Mr. Robson, flat on his stomach. Danny turned him over and got blood on his hands. Mr. Robson had been stabbed. He was dead…

Danny bolted out of his bed. It was only a dream, he thought to himself. A very, very realistic dream and somebody died- but it didn't happen because it was just a dream. It's not real. Danny got up out of his bed and walked out of his room and down the hall to the bathroom. He was drenched with sweat and was trembling all over. He turned on the light, locker the door, and threw water on his face. But something was wrong with it. It was red. He slowly looked down at his hands to see they were covered in blood.

He jumped back. No, no, it wasn't real, he thought. it isn't real! Danny turned to run out but then tripped on a bar of soap and hit his head on the sink. He was knocked out.

"DANNIEL CHRISTOPHER FENTON, YOU LITTLE BASTARD!" Jazz screamed pounding on the door the next morning. "I DON'T CARE HOW CONSTIPATED YOU THINK YOU ARE! OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW, OR I WILL USE THEROPY ON YOUR ASS!" Danny shot up. He had fallen asleep last night in the bathroom. He opened the door.

"Sorry, Miss College," he said in that five year-old sort of way. "I wasn't informed that you had all access to everything during visiting hours."

"Oh, shut up and go play with your little birdie friends," she said pushing him out.

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"Well if the feather on your shoulder has nothing to do with it," Jazz said slamming the door shut. Danny looked at the feather on his shoulder. Oh crap, he thought. The bird it was real. Does that mean Robson's really dead? Oh, god, I gotta tell someone...

"Hold on, hold on, let me get this strait," Tucker laughed. "In your dream….you followed a crow,"

"Hmm, a crow? You're like Harry Potter without all the magic and wonder," Valerie smiled.

"And then, it led you to school. Amazing!" Tucker said sarcasticly

"That's not the whole story," Danny interrupted him. "In it, someone murdered Mr. Robson,"

"You mean our short, fat, History teacher?" said Sam. "Who would want to kill him?"

"That doesn't matter," Danny started. "We need to find out who did it,"

"Dude, it was just a dream," Tucker said. "If it's really bothering you I'll buy you a night light."

"You don't understand, it wasn't a dream." he said. "I mean, it was-but it wasn't. It was really happening!"

"Wait, what's going on?" Valerie pointed down the hall to a group of students that were gathered around something. The four friends rushed down to see what was happening. They pushed their way to the center where Mr. Lancer was talking.

"Alright, alright. Students, that's enough. Settle down," he said.

"What the hell's going on?" Dash asked.

"Why did they carry a body out of the class!" Star shrieked.

"I'm to popular to be killed!" Paulina complained.

"I hate blood-oh god!" Qwan said throwing up on the ground.

"Students, I know this is a little hard for you to take, but we need to stay calm. Rioting will only make it worse,"

"What's going on?" Danny asked.

"What, you live in a closet, Fenton?" Dash said to him. "Someone broke into the school last night and murdered Robson."

Sam turned to Tucker. "Still think it was just a dream, Tuck?"

"Danny…I want to go buy a nightlight after school," Tucker replied.

It was real! Scary….What's going on with Danny? No clue, but I will find out! You just concentrate on the story. Gonna go get some Oreos and continue with the story
Stay Cool,
-I Break For Ghosts