Disclaimer: Danny Phantom (c) Butch Hartman
Danny Phantom: Youth
Part 1
"I'm going ghost!"
Danny Fenton jumped up from his seat at the picnic table, ducked behind the nearest tree and re-emerged moments later as Danny Phantom. His friends, Sam Manson and Tucker Foley, watched passively from the table.
"Do you think anyone noticed that?" asked Tucker.
"Doubt it," Sam said dismissively. "I think they're all too distracted with Tweetie-Pie up there."
Tucker's eyes moved upwards, and he shrieked in alarm when the giant green falcon hovering above his head suddenly breathed a jet of equally green fire at him. Sam ducked under the table and Tucker shielded himself behind his lunch tray, spilling the remains of his food onto the ground.
"Eww, Tucker!" protested Sam, as a half-eaten piece of salami landed on her knee.
Tucker was a bit too distracted to apologise. Even as he cowered behind his lunch tray he realised that it would provide scant protection against the ectoplasmic flame heading straight for him. Fortunately Danny seemed to realise this too. Hovering some distance away from his friends, he shot a jet of his own ectoplasm from his right hand, diverting the falcon's flames.
Enraged, the falcon turned its glowing red eyes onto Danny and opened its beak wide. Danny put out a hand and created a large green shield, which resisted the flame. Why is this kind of stuff always green? he wondered, as he whipped out his Fenton Thermos, preparing to trap the falcon. However he was distracted quite considerably when he suddenly felt the familiar burning pain of ectoplasmic energy on his back, and was thrown onto the roof of Casper High. He was dimly aware of Sam shouting his name as he hit the hard surface of the roof.
The shock of the impact forced Danny back into his human form. He sat up, rubbing the back of his head, and looked around for his attacker. He didn't have long to wait; the menacing form of Vlad Plasmius, the only other ghost/human hybrid in existence, appeared at the edge of the roof, rising slowly into view.
"Plasmius!" Danny said accusingly.
"Hello, Daniel," Vlad Plasmius smiled sinisterly. "Your command of your powers is improving, I see."
"Did you send that big green bird to test me or something?"
"Why yes, I did."
"Dude, listen, I have enough ghosts to deal with as it is," Danny said testily. "Like, yesterday, this ghost gym teacher came flying out of my dad's Ghost Portal and started making everybody in Amity Park do push-ups all day. I didn't get to finish my math assignment and I've got a detention today!"
"I'm sorry to hear that," Vlad said insincerely.
"Yeah, well." Feeling fine now, Danny got to his feet. "I don't have time for you today, so I'll just - "
Vlad's blank expression broke into a sinister grin, and suddenly three perfect replicas of him appeared. Danny stuck out his bottom lip. He had been trying to do that trick for months, but for Vlad it didn't seem to take any effort at all. The guy wasn't even moving!
"Vlad?" ventured Danny, as the Plasmius replicas surrounded him. "Just, you know, out of interest… how long did it take you to learn to do that?"
"Oh, only a couple of years," Vlad replied casually.
"Years? Ah man!"
Suddenly the falcon swooped into view, and Danny's mouth dropped open. During his banter with Vlad, he had forgotten all about it. He watched as the great bird soared above his head, and Danny could just make out a flailing pair of legs in its talons.
"HEEEELP!" a familiar voice screamed. "Oh, saaaave me, Inviso-Bill!"
"Paulina!" gasped Danny.
Vlad and his duplicates all cocked an eyebrow. "Inviso-Bill?" smirked the original.
Danny didn't even try to think of a smart answer. He was too concerned with rescuing the owner of that voice. "I'm going ghost!" he announced, which he duly did, and then shot into the air after the falcon. He felt Vlad's eyes on him, and vaguely wondered why his nemesis had let him go so easily.
"Put her down, bird brain!" yelled Danny, shooting ectoplasm from his fingers. It clipped the bird's wing, causing it to flail slightly, but it kept on flying. Paulina screamed pathetically as she was carried further and further away from Casper High. Danny kept following until he was close behind the falcon. He then grabbed an oversized tail feather and pulled until it came loose.
The falcon screeched in protest, losing its grip on Paulina. "EEEEEEEEEEK!" she cried, as she began to plummet towards the earth. Danny swept down after her like lightning, catching her in his arms. Paulina just lay there stunned for a moment before looking admiringly into Danny's eyes.
"Ooh, Inviso-Bill, you saved me!" she gushed, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Yeah, well, we're not out of the woods yet," Danny said gravely, shifting his flight path continually from left to right as the falcon shot its jets of angry green fire at him. "Wait here for me, ok?" and he dispatched his load on the ground. They had reached the park by this time, and Paulina sat down on a convenient bench to watch the rest of the fight, her eyes half-closed in admiration.
"Why don't you pick on someone your own size, huh?" Danny rose up into the air to meet the falcon. The bird hovered in front of him, its eyes narrowing malevolently. "Bring it!" challenged Danny.
The falcon shot lightning from its eyes, which took Danny by surprise and sent him slamming against a tree. Oh man, he thought, as he picked himself up. So much for trying to impress Paulina. I'd better just put him straight in the Fenton Thermos.
Danny whipped out his thermos and pulled off the lid. He then flew into the air and pointed the thermos at the falcon, which was preparing for a second assault. A jet of green energy shot from the thermos, and the falcon screeched in surprise. It was an average-sized thermos and a giant falcon, but the bird shrunk rapidly as the force pulled it inside the strange device. Danny then shut the lid, smiled triumphantly and drifted to the ground at a leisurely pace.
Paulina was at his side in moments, jumping up and down and clapping her hands. "That was amazing, Inviso-Bill!" she exclaimed.
"Oh, well… all in a day's work," blushed Danny.
"You're a real hero," Paulina went on, lowering her voice seductively. She lifted her right hand and walked two fingers through his hair.
"Oh, well, gee, I… um…" Danny shook his head as though to clear it, trying desperately not to let her distract him. "Look, you'd better let me get you back to school, Paulina. Um, I mean… Miss," he finished weakly.
"I don't want to go back there," Paulina stated flatly. "They won't miss me. They probably think I was killed by the big bird."
Danny blinked. "Well, don't you want to go back and let them know you're ok?"
"Not really. Wouldn't you rather stay here and" - she grabbed his arm, leaning in close to his face - "make out?"
"Make out?" echoed Danny, his voice rising to an embarrassing falsetto. "I, um, well… I wouldn't want to get you into trouble…"
"I don't mind trouble."
Danny sighed. If he stayed with Paulina he risked doubling his detention. It was a tough call, but he thought of his parents. They had threatened to ground him severely if he got into any more trouble at school.
"Look," he said. "Wouldn't you like to fly again? And this time there won't be a giant bird trying to blast us out of the sky."
"Oh, yes!" squealed Paulina, her face lighting up.
"Great," said Danny, relieved, and he put his arm around her shoulders. Oh, wow! he thought. "Now, hold onto me." Man, how awesome is this?
Paulina slipped an arm around his waist. "Like this?" she asked playfully.
Danny tried to say "Yes", but all he could manage was a small squeak. He then tightened his grip on her shoulder and rose effortlessly into the air.
"This is so romantic," said Paulina, when they had been in the air for barely a minute. "What else can you do, Inviso-Bill?"
"Oh… lots of things," Danny said evasively.
"I'd love for you to show me," Paulina went on. "Do you have any plans for three o'clock? I could meet you back here after school."
"Oh, well, actually I have a det… um… a battle against an evil, um, ghost… gorilla who's trying to take over the world," faltered Danny.
"Oh no!"
"Don't worry – I ain't afraid o' no gorilla. But I'm all yours at four," he couldn't help adding.
"Ooh, goody," purred Paulina, as Danny landed her gently by the lockers in one of the many halls at Casper High. "I'll see you then. And good luck with the gorilla!" she added, waving as he became incorporeal and shot dramatically through the ceiling.
x x x
"I don't enjoy giving you detention, Fenton."
"No sir, Mr. Lancer, of course not," Danny agreed robotically.
"Perhaps you think I'm picking on you," Lancer went on. He was pacing up and down in front of Danny's desk while the boy tried to concentrate on completing his maths assignment.
"Well," said Danny, avoiding Lancer's eye, "now that you mention it, Mr. Lancer, it did strike me as odd that you didn't give Dash and Kwan detention even though they didn't finish their assignments either."
Lancer frowned. "They have football practice."
"Right," Danny sighed resignedly.
"And anyway," said Lancer, "this is the fifth assignment in a row you have failed to complete on time, and without so much as an excuse." Lancer stopped pacing, and noticed that Danny seemed to be looking at the clock. "Are you in a hurry, Fenton?" the teacher asked disapprovingly.
"Oh, well," faltered Danny. "I did make plans for after the detention, yes."
Lancer glanced at his watch. It was exactly one minute to four. "Have you finished your assignment?" he asked.
"Almost," said Danny, frantically scribbling down the answer to the penultimate equation on his worksheet.
It was one minute past four when Mr. Lancer let him go, and Danny began to panic that Paulina would get bored waiting for him and leave. He ran into the boys' locker room, transformed into Danny Phantom and then shot through the school roof, heading towards the park at lightning speed. He arrived in a couple of minutes, extremely out of breath, and found Paulina waiting for him under the tree he had been thrown against that lunchtime.
"Ooh, Inviso-Bill, there you are!" she exclaimed delightedly.
"Yeah, hi, here I am," panted Danny, flashing what he hoped was a suave smile. "Have you been waiting long?"
"Only a couple of minutes."
"Oh. I'm sorry I'm late."
"Did the gorilla keep you?"
"Gorilla?" queried Danny, and then he remembered. "Oh! Oh, yeah, the gorilla. Yes, I was fighting the gorilla for longer than anticipated. Nasty things, ghost gorillas. So… whadda you wanna do now?"
Paulina grabbed onto his arm and said, "I'd like to fly again, Inviso-Bill! Can you take me somewhere really romantic?"
"Romantic?" echoed Danny. "Um, well, gee, I don't know. Do you mean like on top of a building or something?"
"Oh, yes!" Paulina squealed delightedly. "Somewhere high up in the air where no one can get to us! And then you can show me some more of your ghost powers."
"Um, ok," Danny smiled awkwardly, slipping an arm around her shoulders for the second time that day. "Hold - "
"Hold on tight – I know," Paulina smiled coyly.
He ended up taking her to the top of the water tower. Danny didn't think this location was anything particularly special, but Paulina seemed impressed.
"Wow! You can see the whole city from up here!" she marvelled.
"Yeah, well." Danny had absolutely no idea what to say. He was distracted with trying not to hyperventilate, even in spite of being clinically dead.
"It was very trusting of me to let you bring me up here," Paulina went on. "Anything could happen to a girl."
Danny, avoiding her gaze, opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out.
"You're very quiet, Inviso-Bill."
"Oh, well." Danny was able to speak at last. "I was just, um, admiring the view."
"Can you really go invisible?" asked Paulina.
"What?" The question took him by surprise.
"Can you really go invisible?"
"Oh, well, yes," said Danny. "If… if you want me to."
Paulina nodded eagerly, so Danny concentrated on making himself invisible. He also went incorporeal, and sank down into the water tower. He then floated slowly up behind Paulina, feeling a little more confident now that she couldn't see him, and said, "You're right – this was trusting of you. I could just leave you up here."
Paulina turned round instinctively. "I guess you could," she said.
Danny, still invisible, moved round to her left ear and continued, "Or I could whisk you away somewhere, where nobody would ever find you."
"Mmm, yeah," crooned Paulina, looking vainly around her, trying to keep track of him. "In fact I guess you could say I'm at your mercy."
She twisted round at the waist, and was faintly surprised to see Danny hovering a few inches above her head. He floated gracefully down and sat beside her, desperately trying to think of more ways to impress her. However his train of thought was cut off as she grabbed hold of his jumpsuit and asked throatily, "What else can you do?"
"Oh, well," faltered Danny. "I can shoot ectoplasm from my hands, and I can make people and things incorporeal and carry them through walls, and I can - "
He stopped talking when he suddenly found himself unable to move his lips. It took him a moment to realise that this was because Paulina was kissing him. He was so shocked that he couldn't even enjoy it.
"I've never kissed a ghost before," Paulina confessed, a little shyly, as she pulled away.
"Oh," said Danny. "Well… I never would have guessed."
Paulina giggled. "Really? You don't think I could use a little more practice?"
"Oh, well." Danny sidled closer to her. He couldn't believe his luck! "Maybe just a little more."
x x x
It was almost seven o'clock when Danny strolled through his front door looking extremely pleased with himself. However his self-satisfied smile soon vanished when the imposing form of his father, Jack Fenton, appeared in front of him and demanded, "Danny, didn't I tell you to come straight home after your detention?"
"Um… I don't think so," said Danny.
"Oh." Jack's angry expression dissipated. "Well, that's no excuse. You should have been here. We have a dinner guest," he added brightly.
"We do?"
"Yes, we do." Jack stepped aside to reveal his wife Maddie, arms folded and face like thunder, glaring at Vlad Masters. "It's my old college buddy Vlad!" and Jack took Vlad into a crushing one-armed embrace.
Danny scowled. "I know who he is, Dad. It wasn't so long ago we met him in Wisconsin." It was even less long ago that Vlad had lured Danny and Maddie to the woods and tried simultaneously to destroy Danny and seduce his mother. But Jack didn't know about that.
"Well, good," Jack said brightly. "Jazz! Jazz, where are you?"
Danny's older sister appeared at the top of the stairs. "What is it, Dad?" she demanded. "I'm trying to do my homework. You're supposed to be a role model for me, you know, and Danny. How can you expect Danny to get back on track with his schoolwork if he witnesses you interrupting me doing mine?"
"No time for that now, Jasmine," Jack said briskly. "Danny's home, so I want you to get everybody's dinner out of the Fenton Pressure Cooker. Danny, go and set the table."
Danny and Jazz went into the kitchen and set about their assigned tasks.
"What's he doing here?" asked the former.
"Having dinner with us," said Jazz.
"But why? I thought we hated him."
"Yeah, well, you know what Dad's like. He thinks he and Vlad are best friends."
"But Vlad wants to get it on with Mom."
"I know, but our father is blind to such things. He's so caught up in his own obsessive-compulsive behaviour that he fails to notice what's going on around him."
All through dinner Danny could feel Vlad's eyes on him. He avoided the older man's gaze until halfway through dessert, at which point he felt compelled to look up and glare at the guest. Maddie was obviously feeling uncomfortable, and Jazz seemed to have noticed the atmosphere. Jack, on the other hand, was his usual talkative self.
"I spent the day perfecting the Fenton Flamethrower!" he exclaimed. "It's just like a regular flamethrower, only it's deadly to ghosts!"
"Fascinating," Vlad said dryly. "And how was your day, Maddie?"
"Fine," Maddie replied coldly.
"Good. And what about you, Jasmine? Danny? How was school? Did anything interesting happen?"
Danny frowned. "Nothing out of the ordinary."
"That's right," agreed Jazz. "Just another ghost attack. It was a giant bird this time. I swear, that school gets at least one ghost attack a week! Usually more!"
"What?" exclaimed Jack. "And no one called me? Why don't people realise that they'd be safe from ghosts if they'd just let me know when one turns up?"
"It might be less effort on everybody's part," Vlad said coolly, "if you were to just dismantle your Ghost Portal, Jack. I think we can safely assume that your basement is the sole reason for their being here."
Jack scowled, and rose to his feet. "Never!" he declared dramatically.
Vlad looked at Jazz. "Any sign of the ghost boy?"
"What? Here? Now?" Jazz reacted, in panicked tones. "No, no, of course not!"
"I mean," said Vlad, his face betraying nothing, "at school."
"Oh." Jazz relaxed. "Oh, yeah. Y'know, Dad, you shouldn't give, um, Inviso-Bill such a hard time. He really helped us out at school today."
"Nonsense, Jasmine!" retorted Jack. "He's a ghost! He must be feared!"
"Is everyone done eating?" Danny asked brightly, jumping to his feet. "Yes? Good. Then I'll just go do the dishes."
"Oh, thank you, Danny," smiled Maddie.
"I'll dry," offered Vlad.
He followed Danny over to the sink, and made a show of humming contentedly as his young host thrust wet plates and cutlery into his hands. Jack, Maddie and Jazz made their way from the kitchen at a leisurely pace, leaving Danny and Vlad alone.
"Something you wanna say to me, Masters?" Danny asked coldly.
"Indeed," said Vlad. "I wondered how you got on with the bird."
"I sucked it into the Fenton Thermos," Danny said dismissively. "It's in the Ghost Zone."
"Very good. You are growing more powerful. I still have twenty years on you, but you're a fast learner. However." He reached out suddenly and grabbed Danny's arm, rolling up the sleeve of his t-shirt. "This looks like a nasty bruise."
"I crashed into a tree," said Danny. "Don't touch me," and he snatched his arm away.
"Why did you crash into a tree?"
"I guess I dropped my guard for a moment."
"Why?"
"Jeez, what's with all the questions?" Danny expostulated suddenly. "Are you trying to, like, find out my big weakness or something? Is that why you're in my house? Like I'm just gonna tell you!"
"Fair point," Vlad smiled sinisterly. "I'll just have to keep on watching you."
Vlad finally left at around nine o'clock. Danny was concerned about what his arch-nemesis was up to, and wanted very much to consult with Tucker and Sam about it. However he didn't want to risk being overheard on the phone, and he knew there was no point in inviting his friends over because their parents wouldn't let them go so late. He would just have to wait for school the next day.
Danny went to bed that night feeling uneasy. However his troubled mind relaxed when he remembered his afternoon with Paulina, and he fell into a peaceful sleep.
x x x
"Hey Sam, hey Tucker," Danny greeted his friends when he met them on the quad outside Casper High. "Listen, you will never guess who was in my house last - "
"Danny!" Sam interrupted. "What the hell is going on? Why is Paulina going around telling everybody that she made out with Inviso-Bill last night?"
Danny blushed. "Oh, well, I…"
"Hey, way to go, Danny," Tucker said smilingly.
"So it's true?" shrieked Sam. "Aw man! I hoped she was just making it up to get attention or something."
"Why?" asked Danny.
"Why?" echoed Sam. "WHY? Well because… because… because I expected more from you, Danny!"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that Paulina doesn't know who Inviso-Bill is! He's dead as far as she knows. Not to be rude or anything, but she probably wouldn't have done it if she knew it was you. It's deceptive, Danny!"
Danny blinked. "Do you care?" he asked.
Sam looked at the floor. "No, not really."
"Well then…
"But I thought you might." She jabbed at a finger at his chest. "I never thought you'd take advantage of a girl like that, Danny. I thought you were a nice guy!"
"I am a nice guy!"
"Well you got a funny way of showing it!" Sam maintained her frown of disapproval for several seconds before it finally wavered and she had to drop her gaze. "I'm going to the bathroom. I'll catch you later, guys."
Tucker and Danny watched her go, the former shaking his head indulgently while the latter just looked bewildered.
"Women," remarked Tucker.
"I don't understand, Tuck," said Danny, his brow furrowed with genuine concern. "Am I really doing the wrong thing?"
"Well," mused Tucker, "I guess that depends on which way you look at it. On the one hand, Sam has a point about you deceiving Paulina and taking advantage of her. But on the other hand… how else are you gonna get it on with a hottie like her?"
Danny didn't know what to say.
"Well," said Tucker, "you just do what you feel is best. Now, what's all this about someone in your house last night?"
"What?" Danny responded. "Oh, yeah, that. It was Vlad."
"Vlad?" echoed Tucker. "No way!"
"Way. I think he's up to something."
"Gotta be. What are you gonna do?"
"What can I do?"
Tucker had no answer. They stood in silence for a few moments, and then the bell rang.
"We shall resume this discussion at recess," Tucker said officiously, and then he and Danny went into school.
x x x
Sam deliberately sat with her back to Danny during Mr. Lancer's English lesson, while Danny and Tucker lay low at the far end of the room, where they hoped not to be spotted. The lesson was on Emily Brontë's Wuthering Heights, and neither of them had so much as opened the book.
"Mr. Baxter." Lancer's gaze fell upon Dash, the blond pretty boy who happened to be quarterback of the school football team. "What did you think of the book?"
"I didn't have time to read it," said Dash. "Football practice."
Lancer frowned. "That's your excuse for everything."
"Perhaps Dash has realised that academic ability is unnecessary to someone of his sporting talents," ventured Sam; "since our society so favours male aggression in the form of competitive ball games that he can use his party tricks with a football to get by in life."
"We are supposed to be talking about Wuthering Heights!" bristled Mr. Lancer. "Did any of you people actually read the book?"
"I did," said Sam.
Lancer's frowned deepened. "Well, Samantha, what did you think of it?"
"I think the message was: don't get involved with people who are all wrong for you."
Tucker glanced at Danny, who seemed unmoved. Tucker reached over with his foot and nudged Danny's ankle.
"All right, all right, I got it!" hissed Danny.
Lancer was too busy concentrating on Sam to notice. "Is that it?" he asked.
"No," said Sam. "It also seemed to be saying, don't let guys mess you around. Don't mess girls around if you are a guy!" She rose to her feet, the pitch of her voice rising with her body as she went on, "Don't go chasing after pipe dreams and expect the love of your life to be waiting for you when you come back!"
Lancer cocked an eyebrow. "Is there something the matter with you, Samantha?"
Sam shook her head, and sunk back into her seat. "No, sir, I'm fine."
"Well then, perhaps you can explain to the rest of the class what they might have learnt if they had bothered to read the - "
"Actually, Mr. Lancer, do you think I could go to the bathroom?"
Lancer sighed deeply. "Can't you wait?"
"Not really," Sam said apologetically. "You see, I've got these cramps, and - "
"Oh, all right, off you go," Mr. Lancer interrupted hastily.
Sam stood up and walked from the room, not looking at Danny or Paulina, and trying to disguise the fact that she was blinking back tears.
"All right, the rest of you," Mr. Lancer went on, in tones of boredom and exaggerated patience. "Wuthering Heights is the story of Heathcliff and Kathy, who grow up together on the Yorkshire moors in the north of England…"
While Danny's common sense told him he should be listening to this, his brain absolutely refused to take in any of the information rolling off Lancer's tongue. Never mind that it was all utterly dull – Danny had been worrying about Vlad all morning, and now he had Sam's harsh words about Paulina running laps inside his head. He even suspected that he was beginning to feel a little bit guilty about deceiving Paulina. It hadn't occurred to him that he was deceiving her, but now that he thought about it, maybe Sam had a point. He cut a glance at the door from which Sam had just left. Hope those cramps aren't bothering her too much.
His thoughts were cut off abruptly when Danny suddenly saw his own breath wafting from his mouth in wispy blue streams.
"Mr. Lancer!" he exclaimed, punching the air with his fist and cutting the teacher off mid-sentence. "Can I go to the bathroom too?"
"No," Lancer said coldly.
"What?" whined Danny. "But you let Sam go!"
"That's different."
"Why?"
"Because," Lancer said, blushing slightly, "she has… you know… cramps." The last word came out in a self-conscious whisper.
"But," Danny protested weakly. "But I… I…"
Fortunately he was saved from having to invent an excuse when a large tiger coated in green flame suddenly materialised in the middle of the classroom and roared loudly.
"Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, another ghost!" exclaimed Lancer. "I don't believe the number of ghosts we get in this place. All right, students, everyone form a line and we'll exit the classroom in a quiet and orderly manner."
The students all screamed, knocked down their chairs and rushed for the door, tripping over desks and each other in the process… all except Danny and Tucker.
"Need any help?" asked Tucker.
"Get out into the corridor where it's safe," ordered Danny. "I'm going ghost!"
He was surrounded by a bright energy field as his hair paled to white, his eyes glowed green and a black-and-white jumpsuit replaced his jeans and t-shirt. Tucker strolled obediently out of the classroom while Danny prepared to face off with the tiger.
"Another glowy green animal, huh?" mused Danny. "Are you another one of Plasmius's pets?"
The tiger roared again, louder this time, and a stream of ectoplasmic energy shot from its mouth, sending Danny crashing into his own desk. He had neither the time nor the presence of mind to make himself incorporeal, and the desk snapped in two. The tiger then pounced on Danny and pinned him to the ground with one paw, the other raised menacingly in mid-air. From it extended three sharp, shiny green claws. The tiger snarled as it slashed at Danny's middle, making him cry out.
Tucker popped his head around the door. "Everything all right, Danny?"
"Er, yeah."
Danny raised his right arm as much as he could, and sent a stream of green power at the tiger. It yelped as it was thrown against the blackboard. Its claws extended on impact, and it slid down the board, making that horrible screeching sound that everybody hates.
"Aah!" wailed Tucker, slamming his hands over his ears.
Danny flinched at the horrible noise, but he didn't drop his guard. As soon as the tiger was on its feet again, he pelted it with balls of glowing green energy from both hands. The tiger snarled, cringing away from the assault, until it finally gave up and made for the door. It jumped over Tucker's head, and scrambled out into the corridor, the screams of the staff and students of Casper High marking its arrival. Danny jumped into the air and flew after it, becoming incorporeal in anticipation of meeting a few walls on the way. The tiger charged past the lockers until it finally came to the door of the girls' restroom.
"Sam!" exclaimed Danny, in horrific realisation, and he followed the tiger inside.
To be continued…