Good enter time of day here! Here's chappie two!
Disclaimer: I don't own DP.
Chapter 2: Strike Two
It was night. Dark. Cold. White was an unknown color to darkness.
Danny was sleeping like a baby in the hospital, but the dream was so much more menacing.
Danny Phantom was flying over his beloved city for the third time.
"Well, everything seems fine tonight. Better get home and get to bed..." he said to himself.
He flew into his bedroom, phasing through the wall. Then Danny transformed back into his human form and changed into his pjs. He opened his locked bedroom door and entered the hall. Turning left into the bathroom to brush his teeth, Danny had the shock of his life.
Danny Phantom was staring right at his face.
"AHH!" Danny screamed, stepping back a bit. "How did you get out of my body without the Fenton Ghost Catcher?"
"What a trivial mind you have Danny, it sickens me," Phantom said, floating three inches from the ground.
"Wha? What are you talking about? I thought—" said Danny, but Phantom covered his mouth with his white-gloved hand.
"You thought nothing, you incompetent fool," Phantom said. "All these years, I pretended to be your friend. Your ghost partner in fighting crime. And now I am free from that body of yours..."
Phantom removed his hand.
"Free?" Danny questioned. "We're two halves of the same whole!"
"Now that we're divided, you are whole human. That's what you've always wanted, right?" Phantom mused, waiting for the reply he expected.
"Well, at first yeah, but now... I want them!" Danny said, unsure of himself.
"Allow me to change your mind..." Phantom said, creating a ghost ray and firing it at his human counterpart.
Danny woke up screaming, Sam and Tucker were by his side. Outside it was day, over the horizon, a bright yellow sun.
"Wha- what happened?" Danny said.
"You were having a nightmare. We've been trying to wake you up for 10 minutes!" Tucker explained.
"But that's besides the point... What was the dream?" Sam said, fluffing his pillow.
"It was horrible. I was getting ready for bed when I saw Phantom looking straight at me," the ghost boy said. "And then he started acting like Dash and said he was finally free. Whatever that means."
"I bet it's nothing. It's a dream! Dreams don't come true, especially nightmares. Trust me, I know..." Sam said, sitting in the chair next to him.
Tucker was fiddling with his PDA again.
"It was still creepy..." Danny said, slumping back under the cold, white sheets.
Ten minutes later, a nurse came in and gave Danny some breakfast.
"The tests show no complications, Danny. You may leave after you've had your breakfast," said the nurse, kindly.
"Ok, thanks." Danny said.
"Well," said Sam, we'd better go too. See ya at school!" Sam said, grabbing Tucker and walking out of the room.
The room grew eerily silent.
"Oh well, it was just a dream. Now to breakfast!" Danny said, digging in to a donut.
A few hours passed, and Danny was at school. The teenagers in the school came up to him and started asking him weird questions like, "Does algebra make you ithat/i desperate to get out of class?" or "What should I do to get the same reaction?"
This overwhelmed Danny, and he ran to his friends who were not too far off.
"You gotta help me!" Danny said, panting.
Sam grabbed Danny and whisked him away to the janitor's closet.
"This'll be safe until the heat dies down. Free period is almost over..." Sam said, looking at her gothic-style watch.
"Thank Sam. You're a good friend," Danny said.
"No problem," Sam returned, then she put her ear to the door.
Talking, laughing, and gossiping were still lingering outside the door.
"Well, we're gonna be here for a while Danny, might as well get comfortable," Sam concluded.
The room grew silent. And awkward. Very awkward.
"Danny, I've been meaning to tell you this, but-" Sam began.
Then BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGGG!
There went the bell.
The crowds outside dissipated, and Sam and Danny came out of the janitor's closet.
"Well, I'll see you after school, then. Bye!" Sam said.
"Oh ok, bye!" Danny replied, then the two went in separate directions to their next classes.
The day went on as cruel and slowly as possible for Sam.
WHY CAN'T I CONFESS THAT I LIKE HIM? Sam irritably thought. It's just three simple words I can't say! WHY?
The raging thought in her head caused her to hit her balled fist on her desk very hard, making a loud THUD on it.
"Mrs. Manson, is there something wrong?" mused the teacher standing in front of the class, the 16 other students were looking at her too.
"Oh it's nothing really!" Sam said quickly.
"O-kay then..." the teacher said, then turning to the class and resumed the lesson.
Sam slumped back in her seat. That. Was close...
The school day came to a close, and the Phantom gang met up at the front of the school.
"Shall we?" Danny asked his friends.
Tuck and Sam looked at each other and nodded, then faced Danny.
"We shall," they said in unison.
Danny's midsection produced a white orb with a blue, ghastly aura. Then the orb burst into a large ring that surrounded him on all sides. The ring split in two twin rings, one going to the midsection up and the other: the midsection and down. And in between, the transition from human to ghost was taking place. Danny's street clothes became a black and white, fitted jumpsuit that sported a logo that had 3 points on one side, an outline of a D then in the negative space, a P.
Danny Fenton had become Danny Phantom.
He flew up in the air five feet above his friend's heads.
"Ready?" Phantom called.
Tucker and Sam were getting some cardboard cut outs of ghosts out of their respective backpacks.
"Set," Danny warned his friends.
Sam was in a Frisbee-throwing position, waiting for Danny to say "go".
"GO!" Danny called.
Sam threw 10 cardboard cutouts in front of the ghost boy. Danny blasted each of the cardboard ghosts with the greatest of ease, then turned to Sam.
"Can't you do better than that?" Danny taunted.
Sam just grunted and threw 15 cardboard ghosts at Danny really fast and hard.
Danny noticed this and got only 13 out of them.
The practice went on for about two and a half more hours. Throwing, blasting, throwing, blasting.
Soon the two grew very tired and weak. Tucker, rested and well, was calculating Danny's results.
He went over to the two and spoke.
"Good work, Danny. You up-ed your reaction time by 0.5 seconds! At this rate you'll be ready for anything!" Tucker reported.
"That's great, Tuck. But now, I have a ton of homework to do and resting to catch up on," Danny said, getting to his feet.
But as Danny dusted himself off, another attack raged through his body, this time only fiercer, sharper...
Deadlier.
His friends rushed to his side, trying to help. Danny shoved them away.
"No, guys. I can handle this!" Danny strained. He was reduced to his knees.
"Are you sure? You look like a bomb exploded inside of you!" Sam said, resisting contact.
"I'm sure I'm sure, ok, Sam?" Danny said, struggling to his feet. "I'll be fine..."
"Alright Danny, but still I think you need medical attention..." Tucker explained as Danny rose to his feet.
"I'll be.." Danny gasped. "Fine."
Danny got up and started walking home. The pin-like shocks were mercilessly poking at his skin, a little too much for Danny to handle. Danny felt lightheaded from all the pain and physical and mental stress, and after fifteen seconds of those energy-draining steps, he collapsed on the concrete sidewalk.
"DANNY!" said Tucker and Sam running up to him.
Sam peered at the pained face of the man she loved. She hated seeing him like this. Strained, pressured, trying to keep his grades up and not to mention ghost fighting almost every night.
She felt sorry for the ghost boy. Must be tough living like he is. Wonder how he pulls off his double life being a ghost superhero and a regular school kid.
She shook Danny a bit.
No response.
Sam shook harder and said his name.
Still no response.
Sam gasped.
"Tucker! Danny's unconscious. We need to get him to a hospital," Sam said, worriedly.
Tucker whipped out his cell phone and dialed 911.
Soon an ambulance showed up, and the team of doctors and nurses put him on a stretcher.
Tucker and Sam came along for the ride.
Don't worry, Danny. We'll get to the bottom of this... Sam thought.
And in the sky was a brilliant red-ruby sun shining down upon the ambulance. It's rays so proud, so strong penetrating the earth's surface.
A red sun. Always a good omen...
WOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOO! Another chappie done. Well, you know the drill!
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