Yay! Okay, just for you guys, this chapter is dedicated to every reviewer that's ever reviewed any of my stories, as well as people who have viewed them! (That's right "Unsatisfied Freaken Costumer"-even YOU!)
Horselvr4evr123: Aww…you're just saying that. But just so you know, flattering will get you no where-although now I feel giddy with gladness. Haha. And calm yourself, child, I'm updating it now.
dArkliTe-sPirit: Okay, everything's fine, I'm updating the story now and you'll find out what's going on-put down the gun! That things kills ghosts AND humans! Put it down! (Grabs ecto-gun and rips it in half)…uh ho…um, hehe, I can fix this…(puts on duck tape) see, it's fine-(breaks in half again)…uh oh, this isn't good. That gun is what the whole story revolves around!…Haha, get it…a revolver…it's a type of gun. "revolves"…and it's a gun the story "revolves" around…yeah, I get it, I'm a retard…
lonelobo09: err…sorta. You're right about the fact he's being controlled part-but the bird IS real. As the story progresses, it should be explained why. And it's not another Danny, like an evil twin-although in a sense, I guess it kinda is-yes, he does have some of his D.N.A but he also has D.N.A from other ghost, Hence the fact Jack was trying to create his own. Sorry if this is kinda really confusing you. Haha. As for the night light…we shall see. Du du dun…
the sleep warrior: Yes, I know you're still the same, you're two writers for the price of one! Haha, that means twice as much pudding! YAY! Speaking of which, your new story, "Too Good To Be True" IS too good to be true! Sam seems really, really ticked at the moment, and I love the part when Ryan makes up the lie about the party they're gonna throw for Danny's mom! HAHA! So good! Ha, getting pudding at Sam's Club. Weird, I was actually there the other day in the back because my older brother's practicing to get his license or something. My mom is terrified of his driving: ) Despite the fact he's a better driver than her! Now…I think this may sound crazy, but I think I'm starting to like Murder Damage more than Drive Shaft-(reviewers from Drive Shaft throw rotten cabbages) Now, don't take it like that! Don't get me wrong, I love Drive Shaft! It's what made me start my account in the first place. But…there's something about the story line to Murder Damage that just catches me excitement a lot more. Though, ha, you gotta admit, the tire from hell scene in Drive Shaft will NEVER be beaten by anything I come up with in Murder Damage! It was based on true events! Haha, I don't know, what do you think? Maybe it's just me- maybe I'm just attacking weird today…Maybe that wasn't green tea I had this afternoon…uh ho.
Okay, lets not dilly dally now, lot's of excitement coming up! Oh god-Danny's gone…well, I guess now would be an excellent time to PANIC! (runs around in circles screaming) Okay, Let's get this show on the road, so just grab some pudding and take a seat! Also, I think I failed to mention this, but when something that's not in " " those quotation marks is in italics, that means someone's thinking. But, you probably already figured that out. But, the italic thing seems kinda weird and would seem like everything I've just written (thought in bolded italics) is a thought and you're really reading my mind…Oo
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom…And unfortunately, I don't own the Cosmo nightlight either : (. Oh, poop, I don't own anything!
Chapter 10
The
Crow's Call
"Sam?" Tucker voice called out from the phone. "Sam!…Hello, Sam! I'm still on the phone here!" Regaining her focus, Sam shook her head and reached onto the ground, picking back up the phone.
"Wha-What do you mean 'He's gone?'"
"Calm yourself. He 's not dead, he just ran away,. He left out his window last night-"
"Just ran away?" Sam repeated as she started pacing the floor. "Just ran away! Tucker, he could be dead by now! He probably went out looking for the killer-we have to find him before something awful happens-"
"Sam-get a grip! He's gonna be alright. I'm at the Fenton's right now, get down here as fast as you can. Valerie's on her way, too-" Upon hearing that single name, Sam narrowed her eyes, grasping the phone so hard that it broke in half and shattered to pieces as it fell to the floor. Looking up from the floor and out her bedroom door, Sam saw an old women, rolling herself across the hall in a motorized scooter with a small teddy bear clutched in her hands.
"Break the phone in half in anger again, Deary?" she smiled, continuing to roll down the hall. Sam sat back on her bed and rolled her eyes.
"No," She answered. "…just a very bad connection,"
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Jazz sat on the steps to her house, her arms folded around her legs and as worried as could be for her little brother. She watched Tucker as he continued trying to redial Sam's number, but sighed as he pressed the "end call" button as he finally came to realize that she wasn't going to answer him.
She tilted her head to the side. "She hang up on you?"
"I'd, um…rather not say," he answered her, trying to force a smile.
Jazz did the same but sighed, resting her head on her knees and looking at Tucker's feet. She raised an eyebrow. "…Why do you have on blue bunny slippers?"
Tucker lowered his head, blushing in shame. "…there was a sale at JC Penny,"
Jazz grinned, but it wore off quickly and she went back to sulking. "It's my fault you know," she told him.
Tucker bit his lower lip, placing his hands into his bathrobe pockets. "It's not you're fault, Jazz,"
"Yes, it is," Jazz answered a bit more sternly. "Yesterday, I told him he should face his problems no matter what they are. He must of taken what I said literally and gone after the killer," Tucker sighed again, walking over to the steps and sitting down next to Jazz, folding his hands and looking down at the ground.
"Jazz…you really shouldn't beat yourself up about this-none of us should. It's not your fault, or my fault, or Sam's, or Valerie's, or you parent's, or Betty's,"
"Betty?" Jazz tilted her head to the side. "Who's Betty?" The boy shrugged, grinning and scratching his chin as he gazed off into the bleak morning.
"I've flirted with countless numbers of girls, Jazz. Betty just happens to be one of my personal favorite flirt," Jazz grinned, shaking her head and looking down at the ground as Tucker smiled at her as well. "…so were you," he muttered to himself.
Jazz raised an eyebrow at him. "What did you say?"
"Uh-nothing!" Tucker squeaked. His face began to turn a dark shade of red as rubbed his chin and looked the over the way, trying to pretend nothing had just happen. "Uh…look, the main point is, Jazz, it's not your fault that Danny's gone. Hell, I was so blind myself. I should have realized this was going to happen once he told me he knew who the murderer was,"
Jazz shot her head at Tucker again. "Wait, what did you just say?"
"Nothing," Tucker shrugged. "Just that I should have foreseen this once Danny told me he knew who the killer was-"
"He knows!" Jazz piped. Tucker raised an eyebrow, a little unsure if Jazz had lost her sanity or not.
"Uh, yeah," he nodded. "Didn't he tell you?"
"He only told me that he couldn't see his face!"
"…Oh," Tucker smiled nervously. "Soooo…um…who is he lying to again?"
"I think all of us," Jazz and Tucker looked up to see Sam, folding her arms and looking down at Tucker's feet. "Sale at JCPenny?"
Tucker rolled his eyes and rested his head on his hand. "…yep."
Sam grinned as she sat in between the two of them. "Any sign of him yet?" she asked.
Jazz tilted her head slightly as if struck dumb and starred at Sam with a blank expression on her face. "Sam…it's only been an hour. And no, we haven't seen any sign of him, or any idea as to where he might be."
"What about your parents?" Sam suggested.
"They're off in the RV looking for him now," Jazz sighed shamefully, burying her face in her hands. "Dad acts like it's a scavenger hunt."
"A scavenger hunt?" Tucker repeated, not sure if he heard correctly. "Why do you say that?"
Jazz reached into her pocket, pulling out a crumpled piece of paper and tossing it at the techno nerd. "He gave us a list of things to find for him."
"How pleasant," the Goth commented as he turned to Tucker who was bit his lip, trying not to laugh at something. She raised an eyebrow at him. "What?"
"Three boxes of Twinkies, Jazz?" he giggled. "As if you guys don't have enough of those in your house already. Let me guess, you couldn't find the cream filling the first time, huh?" Jazz and Sam groaned, burying their face's in their hands and both commenting at the same time, "Not funny." Tucker sighed, swishing his slippers around in the dirt.
"It just doesn't make any sense, though," Jazz sat up. "Why would he leave in the middle of the night without telling?"
"People usually leave in the middle of the night because they don't want to tell," Sam reminded her. "But what is it that's made him so secretive? If only we had some kind of clue, or note-anything!" Tucker jolted up.
"That's it!" he beamed excitedly. Sam raised an eyebrow at him
"What's it?"
"Don't you get it?" he asked. "He's bond to have left a note somewhere!"
"But we already checked downstairs," Jazz told him. "We didn't find anything,"
A grin stretched across Tucker's face as he folded his arms and raised and eyebrow. "Why would he leave a note downstairs if he left out his window?"
Sam and Jazz turned to each other, finally coming into realization of what Tucker had just said. The two of them followed after him as he dashed into the house and raced up the stairs. The wandered down the hallway until they found Tucker, standing inside Danny's bedroom. He glanced around the mess of a bedroom until a small green glow caught his eye. He bent down next to the outlet where a small Cosmo nightlight still shown as brightly as ever. He unplugged it and held it in his hand as he stood up.
"Well," he turned to Sam, "I guess the only good news is that the nightlight is fine." Sam and Jazz continued picking up dirty clothes and looking under them for a note.
Jazz stiffened her face in disgust. "He finds time to build model rockets," she muttered, "But never finds the time to actually clean his room."
Sam sighed, throwing a dirty shit on the ground. "Nothing," she grunted. "Good to know this was a complete waste of time, Tucker!"
Tucker glared at her and folded his arms. "Hey, it was worth a shot. Plus I don't see you coming up with any bright ide-" he stopped short as he heard a techno version of the 'Mexican Hat Dance' coming from his pocket. He smiled nervously. "Uh…I'll get it," he said reaching into his pocket and taking out his cell phone. "Hello?…oh, hey-why aren't you here yet?…you're what?…are you sure-I mean, cause you can always-alright…fine then…bye,"
Jazz raised an eyebrow as him. "Who was that,"
"That was Valerie," Tucker replied as he ended the call. "She's not coming."
"Really?" Sam folded her arms in suspicion. "Why not?"
"She figured since Danny's not gonna be here to be fighting ghost, someone's gonna have to do that for him,"
"Oh," Sam replied. "Well, where is she now?"
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"I AM THE BOX GHOST! NONE SHALL ESCAPE ME!" The hunter in the black and red suit sighed as she narrowed her eyes at the ghost she was pretty sure was retarded.
"I heard you the twelfth time," she said loosing her patients. "Now, will you just get your ass in the thermos!"
The pudgy ghost tilted his head to the side and then narrowed his eyes. "NEVER!" he shouted.
"Oh, come on!" she complained.
"Well," The ghost thought. "Maybe if you asked me nicely…"
Valerie rolled her eyes. "…please"
"I don't know," The Box Ghost folded his hands. "You were pretty mean to me earlier"
"Oh-for the love of God!" Valerie bawled out.
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"…she didn't say," Tucker continued. "All she said is that she wont be back for a while and she's real sorry she's not here," Sam's hands remained folded. Tucker rolled his eyes and walked out of the room. "If you're done, lets get back to finding out where Danny is,"
Sam turned to Jazz, who was also shaking her head at the two of them and followed Tucker out the door. "What?" Sam called after them. With no answer, she walked out of the room once she heard the door from downstairs open.
As she made her way down the stairs, she saw Mr. Fenton, closing the from door and turning to his daughter. She looked at him hopefully but he only sighed and shook his head.
"Nothing yet," he replied as his wife walked in the door.
"But don't worry," she assured her. "Well find him." The five of them all stopped dead as they heard a weak murmur coming from the other room.
Jazz glanced at all of them, both anxious and frightened. "What was that?" Without a word, Sam walked into the living room to see what the noise was coming from. The others followed her into the room and saw her looking under the couch.
She gasped. "O my god…"
"Kids-Maddie-Look out!" Jack shouted, whipping out his ecto-gun and pointing it at the couch. "It's a ghost!"
"Mr. Fenton-NO!" Sam cried out in desperation as she blocked the couch. She reached underneath the couch and pulled out a small creature-a black bird. "It's just a crow,"
Jack lowered his gun. "A ghost crow?"
"No," Sam replied, holding the bird in the palm of her hand. It chirped weakly and tilted it's head to the side. "It's just a crow…it looks like it's wings are broken,"
Tucker bent down and placed his finger on its head, stroking it. "Who could of done this?" he asked.
"Or at least put it under our couch for that matter," Jazz commented.
"Well, we better get the Fenton First-aid Kit" Jack said as he placed down his ecto-gun down and walked over to the basement door. Sam followed him and walked down the stepped, the bird still resting in her hands. While Mr. Fenton searched through one of his shelves for the first-aid kit, a cylinder shaped beaker with glowing green goop inside it caught Sam's eye. She walked over to the beaker and studied it. "Careful not to knock that over," Jack warned her as he found the kit he was searching for.
"If you don't mind me asking, Mr. Fenton," Sam started. "What is that?"
"That," he pointed out as he opened the first-aid kit. "Is truth cerium. I've been working on it for months and I've finally perfected it. It can make anyone-even ghosts-spill the truth about anything." He chuckled slightly as he took out the Fenton Bandages. "Be great to use if Dan was lying to you, huh?" Sam raised and eyebrow at the beaker as a sudden thought started developing in her head. Jack looked at her and tilted his head to the side. "Sam?"
"Huh?"
"The bird," he reminded her.
"Oh-right, of course," Sam shook her head, regaining her focus. But she didn't take her eyes off the beaker for a second, or the needle that laid next to it.
Ooohh…What is Sam thinking? You know (wink wink). Well, there's good news and bad news now. The good news is that the nightlight didn't burn out, AND that the birdie is still alive! YAY! The bad news is that we still haven't the slightest clue where Danny could be. And that Tucker was-flirting with Jazz! Haha! So good! That went out to all of you T&J fans out there! I'm not hard core over the whole couple, but I'm kinda interested in it, ha. We'll be getting into where Danny is in the next chapter, so be ready for that! If you haven't started hating me yet, I'll see you in about a week or so!
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