I am back! I just want to say that I had a bit of writer's block when writing this but I think I did a somewhat good job. I will apologize beforehand if it's terrible; however, if it's not I totally meant to write it this way.

Thank you to everyone who had reviewed and followed. I would give you a shoutout, but I lost my voice. Luckily, the voices in my head are loud enough to do that on their own so it is not needed.

Also, I might of accidently maybe put some Shakespeare elements in here. I don't know. I just finished reading Macbeth for school and am reading Hamlet right now so it's kind of gotten stuck in my head and is coming out at random times. I don't think I put any in here, but heads up just in case.

Besides that, hope you enjoy! And I now present to you Chapter 10 of 'I Hate Monday'!

Disclaimer: *tries to say 'I don't own Danny Phantom' but fails miserably because can't speak for shit right now*

Chapter 10

What happened next was a blur. They remember suddenly being surrounded by a bunch of ghost who looked like prison guards and then began to feel sleepy. Did they drug them or something? The very last thing the class remembered was Danny yelling something that vaguely sounded like 'I'm going ghost!' but that would be a strange thing to say, even for Danny. They couldn't see him though, or his friends when the other ghosts surrounded them. After that everything had gone dark for them.

When the class woke up the first thing they saw was that they were surrounded, not by guards, but by dark, slightly glowing, bricks. One could give a wild guess to where they were.

The class was greatly confused. Jack and Maddie tried to get their weapons but realized that the ghosts that brought them here must of confiscated them. They looked around, half scared, half curious, though there wasn't much to look at. The room was surprisingly big for a cell. There was one of the barred doors that are seen in prisons on one of the walls and no windows. One end of the room seemed to be consumed in a shadow, a bad feeling came from that side of the room, and on the other side-

"DANNY!" Sam yelled. Her, Tucker, and Valerie were chained to the side opposite wall of the shadow. Sam's yell seemed to be directed towards it.

The class was confused and shocked by this, their eyes were wide and mouths slightly slack.

"Of Mice and Men! What happened to you three?" Mr Lancer said. In addition to being chained to a wall like a dog, their frames were lined with multiple cuts and bruises and their clothes were ripped slightly, none to severe but still looked painful.

They didn't listen, or hear really. Sam was struggling against her chains which were slightly glowing for some reason, while Valerie was trying to calm her down; meanwhile, Tucker was looked as if he was fidgeting with his right arm, which still had the weird bulge. Sam's cries for Danny didn't cease. At first the class was confused about why Sam was calling for Danny, but they counted three people chained. Not four.

For once the class was actually scared for the raven-haired teen and begun to become even more afraid. Their hurried whispers to their friends quickly turned to fearful, unintelligible shouts. Then Sam stiffened as a small cloud of green floated from her lips. Tucker and Valerie stopped what they were doing too.

The class froze as the shadow suddenly disappeared. It looked as if it was another room, much smaller than their jail cell, separate from them by a wall of glass. Jack, being the burly man he was, charged for it in an attempt to break it. When he made contact it felt like he had ran into concrete and a pained scream echoed from within. It was then they noticed the figure who was also chained to the wall in there.

"Don't touch the glass! Every time you do it's going to electrocute him!" Tucker shouted at them.

"Danny! Are you okay!?" Sam yelled, her voice was desperate and strained as if she was trying not to cry.

Danny lifted his head slowly so he could look out at them. He could see them. "I'm fine Sam. A little bruised and I hate being electrocuted, but I'm fine." His voice was strained as well, but more from pain than crying.

The class took in the boy's appearance. He was bleeding from multiple gashes in his chest, legs, and arms, and though they couldn't see his back suspected it was bleeding too. His right eye was bruised and slightly swollen, and a bead of blood fell from his mouth, down his chin, before falling to the floor. His hair was more disheveled than usual and slightly singed, most likely from just being electrocuted. His clothes were ripped as well, even more than the slight tear of his friends' shirts and pants, his hoodie was discarded somewhere and his shirt had lash marks through it like a whip had torn them. Overall, it made the class want to throw up, and a few actually did.

Sam seemed to struggle more against the resistance holding her back, Tucker had forgone his previous task of whatever the hell he had been doing, and Valerie had take up a new one of messing with the strange looking clip in her hair.

A door that the class didn't see in the room Danny was being held in opened and out stepped the warden ghost they had seen just before they went unconcious.

"Walker." Danny sneered as he spit some blood out of his mouth.

The ghost smirked. "It's been a while, punk. I was hoping to catch you before the big day and your law is set in place." Law? The class wondered. What law? And what 'big day?'

"Besides," The ghost continued, "There's no law about humans that aren't your friends. These punks have a lot of time to serve."

Danny struggled a bit against his chains causing the metal to clang together. "Don't you dare hurt them!"

"Or I could pay you're little family a visit."

"You know nothing about my family!"

Walker turned and slowly walked over to the table by one of the walls. "Oh, your birth-family? Or the little one you created?" Danny struggled even more. "Your little goth girlfriend, the 'Techno Geek,' the huntress, your sister, the pop star, and let's not forget that little clone-"

"YOU WILL NOT SPEAK OF HER LIKE THAT!" Danny yelled in fury.

This did nothing to faze Walker. "Seems I've struck a nerve." He said calmly, yet had an underlying smug tone.

"You will not get away with this Walker!"

The ghost only smirked as he picked up a strange looking device. Sam's cries seem to grow louder. "It seems at the moment I have, halfa."

What happened next seemed to go in slow motion. The Walker's finger hovered over one of the few buttons on the device before pressing it. The smell of burning flesh stained the nose of everyone in the room. Sam's yells stopped abruptly yet no one noticed or saw Valerie's hair clip in her hand. It was as if the room had been struck with lightning.

Some more than others.

Danny felt his body convulse and his throat's want to bleed, yet his voice was deaf to his ears and his nerves stopped working altogether. His eyes closed once it started and his thoughts were a jumbled mess. His heartbeat was fast, blood and ectoplasm being forced through his veins at a rate that only happened when it happened.

It was much longer than when Jack thought it was a good idea to try to battering-ram the glass separating them, and hurt more too. Danny's eyes sprung open, still blue, thankfully, yet Danny was seeing red. Of the good few things that Danny despised, being electrocuted was near the top of the list.

Walker continued to watch the teen, his smirk never wavering and his finger still firmly held on the button. He was relishing in watching this. Sure, he wasn't Spectra or her little lap-dog, Bernard, but being able to torture the runts that were in the prison was definitely fun. Well, for him at least. It was even more fun when the 'High Prince of the Ghost Zone' was able to be captured and brought in. He always escaped before the day was out, yet always left with a new scar. Walker was proud of the scar he gave the halfa during his last 'visit.'

However, his moment of joy and delight of cut short when Danny began to stand. His body sparkled with electricity, the bolts dancing over his skin in a wild frenzy. His blue eyes pierced straight into the warden's very soul, causing his smirk to falter and drop. The air felt like it dropped ten degrees. The humans shivered at the sudden change.

Walker's finger left the button, and the dancing light stopped. Danny used this to his advantage. Once he was able to think coherently again, he dropped the temperature even further, just enough to make the chains strain and groan in the cold.

Danny stood up, spine straight, determination and confidence in his face and form. "Walker, por ordono de la Alta Princo de la Fantoma Zono, mi ordonas ke vi liberigu min, miaj amikoj, kaj la aliaj vi havas kaptita aŭ suferi la konsekvencojn por perfido, torturante endanĝerita specio, kaj ekspluatas alian fantomo morto." (Translation: Walker, by order of the High Prince of the Ghost Zone, I order you to release me, my friends, and the others you have captured or suffer the consequences for treason, torturing an endangered species, and exploiting another ghost's death.)

Walker slammed his fist down onto the table. "I HAVE NEVER EXPLOITED YOUR DEATH!"

Danny's foot suddenly swung his foot forward and hit the ghost, sending him back against the glass. The contact didn't shock him. Danny took Walker's moment of daze and gritted his teeth as he pulled against his chains. They shattered, bits of cold metal covered in frost sailed across the small room. Walker's red eyes grew wider.

"Kiel vi pensas mi mortus?!" (Translation: How do you think I died?!) Danny bellowed. "Electrocución, Walker. Tiel estas kiel. Kaj se mi memoras ĝuste, unu el la reguloj kiuj, se seksperfortis, estas puninda per la Malpleno." (Translation: Electrocution, Walker. That's how. And if I remember correctly, it one of the rules that, if violated, is punishable by the Void.)

Walker's eyes grew wide in fear s he heard this. Danny took this moment to continue. "I've read your rulebook Walker. I know all fifty-thousand pages worth of rules you have jammed into there. Release me and everyone else here, or else suffer the consequences." The air around Danny seemed to shift. The class took it as a trick of the light, yet Sam, Tucker, Valerie, and Walker knew what he was doing.

"Now," Danny said, grabbing Walker's tie. "Let. Us Go. Or I will be your judge, executioner, jury, executioner, jailer and if necessary; your executioner!"

Walker quickly nodded his head. Danny continued to glare at the warden that had caused him so much pain. Without looking up he shouted. "Now!"

The class was confused, but it was a fleeting second before Tucker ran forwards and slammed his fist against the glass, breaking it instantly. Shards rained down on them yet they didn't seem to mind. The class was confused at this, but when they looked back, the saw Sam and Valerie standing as well, the clip that was in Val's hair was held in her hand like a knife.

They had picked the locks with her hair clip.

Danny glanced over at his friends, then the class, before returning his gaze to Walker. "You are to lead us out of here and if you so happen as to try to capture me or any one of my allies, justice will be served."

Walker nodded again and Danny released his tie, causing the ghost to fall onto his butt. He scrambled up quickly and made an attempt at looking fearless. Danny located his backpack and sweatshirt by the table and flung them on. Walker unlocked the jail cell the class was in and ushered them out. The exit seemed somewhat farther, quite possibly being because they were in the middle of the prison. There were a few guards that gave the group some strange looks, yet after a combined glare from the four and 'don't-say-anything' look from Walker, pretended they saw nothing. After ten minutes of walking they reached the exit. The gate opened and the group left the prison, relief of finally being out flooded their bones.

When they were a safe distance away, Danny turned back towards the group. "Alright, we're going to have to have a break here for a second. Though, I have good news and bad news." The class perked up at this.

"The good news is we're a few hours closer to where we were headed." The class cheered at this. "However," They stopped, "The bad news is we spent about an entire day in there." That class groaned, some even cried. No one noticed Danny sway a little on his feet.

Then, suddenly, he fell onto his knees and screamed.

Wow! That was something wasn't it! Hopefully you all noticed my little joke-reference to the whole "judge, executioner, jury, executioner, jailer" thing. Personally, I thought it was funny and I had an opening so I took it. Don't judge me!

Anywho! I have some small questions to work your brain!

#1: What was the whole "shifting air" thing?

#2: Why didn't the glass shock him when Walker slammed into him?

#3: Why did Danny scream at the end?

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