Candeh- This time, I decided not to disappoint. ;)
Chapter 7-
"Daniel," Walker laughed, "Don't you know that you can't win?"
Danny stood up and clenched his fists, standing before Walker and a million of his enemies not for the first time. He could feel his eyes shine green again and a piece of glistening, white hair fell in his face. "Leave me alone."
"How can we when we have you right in our grasp?" the Ghost Writer said.
"It's almost too easy now," Ember said, laughing and adjusting her guitar to the left side of her body. She looked over at Walker, who shot her a mean, harsh look and Ember sort of coward in her spot, along with the other ghosts in the zone.
"Now, now, Ember," Walker said. "Now, now." He smiled. "We have to do this..." he looked over at Danny who was trying to make his skinny body look tough as he puffed out his chest and tightened his fists. His green eyes watered, and Walker laughed at the fear they were giving off.
It had been pretty much a success.
An easy success.
And it made Walker wonder what took him so long to do such a genius thing.
Danny Phantom's weakness was the people he trusted.
His very fall would be where he least expected it to be.
When his secret was out, his life would be next.
Skulker gave him a glare over in the corner. "Who says your in charge? You just brought him here, we all want him out of the picture just as much as we do." He forwarded his head over to the rest of Danny's enemies crossing there arms with little patience. Danny stood, ready to fight, unmoving, and staring at the ghosts with a nervous look like he could barf.
Walker gave Skulker a smile, and then turned towards Danny, taking a step forward.
"Daniel," he said, in a sort of too-cheery voice, "I guess some people just don't know when to..." and then he spun around and grabbed Skulker by his very skin and shook him, while he finished his sentence in a low, creepy voice, "Shut the hell up."
He threw Skulker down on the hard ground of the zone and Skulker, for the first time Danny had seen, got up and scattered over to the rest of the ghosts for protection.
Walker's smile faded. "You are not my fellow 'helpers' as to say. You are not my friends."
"We never said we thought you were," Spectra said, scowling.
"And don't," Walker shot back, almost as a threat. "Because if any of you think you're in charge here, you're dead, and I mean that literally. Sure, you can help get rid of the kid," he said nudging his head towards Danny, "but that will be easy. Afterwards, we head up to Amityville Park, and I take over. You are all by standards. Got it?"
He turned to Danny once again. "Sometimes, people just need to know the rules."
With that, Danny leapt forward giving Walker a punch across the face and sending his flying back into a group of ghosts. They looked up, in shock, and at that, Danny flew, fast, in the opposite direction, as fast as he could.
A million ghosts trailed him.
"I gotta get rid of these guys," Danny said, panting to himself. He tucked as a ray of green came his way, barely missing his head.
He flew towards a bunch of purple floating doors.
Darting behind one, he watched as all the ghosts zipped past him, unnoticing his hiding spot and him in it. He panted, clutching his chest and ran his fingers through his hair. Walker stopped flying as motioned to the ghosts.
"Search the area," he shouted. "Check every damn door."
Danny's mind raced, when a hand clutched him by the shirt.
A familiar voice rang in his ears and a concerned face shown up by his.
"Danny, we've got to get out of here," Vlad said, almost teary eyed.
