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Chapter 11-
As the people of Amity Park saw their hero up on the highest building in town, they ran frantically in the streets, gasping and screaming for their lives. For now they had known, they're meaningless lives were pretty much ending. They had no Danny Phantom to save them from the white ghost in the hat on the top of the building. They had no hope of Danny Phantom coming to save them now. They had rejected him, and all of these thoughts were rushing through their heads and they rushed themselves through the roads.
Maddie and Jack Fenton stared in a trance-like stare up at the building, the ghost they had tried to attack for almost months...or maybe years. And he was their son. It came like shock to both of them, and Maddie, feeling her face get tired and her eyes get watery, took a step forward, unbelieving for a moment or two and then falling to her knees in credence.
Up above on the building top, Danny Fenton looked down at the spec faces of his parents. Vlad Masters hadn't dared. He hadn't dared look at anyone, not even the people he had never seen, and the people who had never seen him - except only on rich magazines. And then it hit him. Everyone knew him. He was ruined.
Danny Fenton stared into disbelief. Now that everyone in his school knew and his friends and family knew, it was over. He wondered if he would even go to school anymore and he instantly longed to be back in class with Mr. Lancer talking about something from a text book. Just as he was thinking about school, from the top of the building he could see the millions of students pour out of Casper High and stare up at the building along with the townspeople with thier minds racing.
He clutched his fists.
Sam's POV:
Oh my.
Shit.
"Tucker we've got to do something," I said, my hands up in the air. "Look at him! He's hopeless!" But Tucker stood standing still with his arms at his sides and his head in the upward direction of the building.
"Sam," he said, after a while. "Danny's got to do something."
"What?" I said, angrily, shaking him, tears pouring down my face like they never had before, making my mascara and eyeliner run like crazy; I could feel it slipping down my face and cheeks. Tucker stared back at me, face unaffected by my disastrous appearance, almost hypnotized by the whole situation.
"We can't do anything, Sam."
"What the hell do you mean, Tucker?" I screamed, pushing him away and this is when his face gets red and tears spring from his eyes too and he stomps his feet like a kid.
"Because Sam!" he yells, and it makes me take a step back because he's coming toward me with clenched fists. "What do you suggest we do! Fly up to the building Sam and go get him? Or you know, we could always like - kill Walker with our powers!"
I am stricken, I've been slapped.
"The Fenton's have stuff we can use..." I said, almost too weak and whispered.
And Tucker comes toward me and grabs my hands. "And kill Danny in the process?"
"You think I'd let Danny die?"
"He's dead, Sam." Tucker said, and then he sat down against a wall and carried his head in his hands, clutching his knees to his head. "We all are."
Jack's POV:
My son's a ghost!
"My son's a ghost!"
"Jack this is horrible!" Maddie yelled.
Jazz came running out the front door looking up and then at us.
"Jazz, this is horrible!" Maddie repeated, looking at her daughter in tears. "Danny's a ghost!"
When Jazz kept looking at my wife with an unaffected expression, we both realized at that moment that she had known for a long time.
"You knew?" I asked, holding her shoulder lightly.
"A while," Jazz says, in a mad tone.
I look at her in confusion and then Maddie runs up to Jazz. "It's horrible," she says.
And Jazz gets angry and pulls away, defensive. "It's not horrible!" she yells. "Why is it so horrible!" she takes a step back from us, like we're awful people and continues talking. "He saves us." And then she's crying and laughing and saying, "He saves us. Your son and my brother, the hero."
Before either of us can stop her, she runs into the streets, crying.
I look at Maddie. She's realized, and so have I.
My wife looks up at Danny, our beautiful boy, and notices Vlad up there with Danny, and she gasps and puts her hands up to her mouth.
In a second, she runs up to the front of the building and I watch as my wife screams at the top of her lungs, seeing Walker laughing and picking Danny up by the arm and throw him against the edge of the wall of the building.
Walker picks him up again and knees Vlad in the back again, sending him falling on his stomach, his hands still tied behind him. In a flash, Walker flies off with Danny in his arms, into nowhere either of us can see.
"Vlad Masters!" she yells, crying and waving her hands frantically. "Save my son!"
And Vlad looks up for the first time.
