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Danny wriggles his slender fingers. Only to make a CLINK, CLINK noise from behind his chair's back rest, reminding him that he was still bound by his restraints. They were literally rubbing him the wrong way. Danny tried to use his intangibility power to pry off the handcuffs, but with every chance he got, his wrists would begin to severely burn. Danny only grew really frustrated in return. Just what is it with certain types of metal & salt that hurt him so badly in his ghost form? SHEESH. He needed to get out of them. Soon.

If only Danny had plan of action.

There was a really long silence, due to one of his captors disappearing. Lucky for Danny it was the older brother. Dean. He muttered something about food & stomped out. Danny didn't like him very much. Mostly because all he ever did was to try & hurt Danny. The dude was obviously the type of guy to shoot first, then ask questions later. Or just, maybe, he couldn't handle all of Danny's quirkiness. Whatever the case. Danny made a mental note to never to tick off Dean again. Or who knows what he might want to do with him next. You know, other than shooting & slicing him to bits. Sam, on the other hand, had been trying to convince Dean that Danny was harmless. That if he wanted to hurt either of them he'd already done it by now. Which was the solid solemn truth. But then again. If either of them were to try something funny, Danny wouldn't be hesitate to knock them on their rear ends with an eerie green ray of his ghastly ghost blast.

Sam was busy rampaging through the contents of the desk cornered in the room in front of Danny. He was gathering scattered folders & documents with weird pictures of sigils on them that had fallen on the floor. Those sigils looked awfully familiar to the one on the floor beneath Danny's feet. (What was that all about?) Sam had placed a knife, simliar to Dean's, on the desk. It was centered on the dark, wooden, dusty surface, next to an open old fashioned laptop. Danny SO called the smart guy thing back at the cemetery. The sharp pointy end of the knife was facing in Danny's direction. As if to say, try anything stupid & I'll intimidate you with my shiny blade.

The funny thing was . . . it kind of worked.

Danny's been on the edge of his seat since he got sliced on the chin. He swallowed a lump that's been present the minute the weapon had been exposed. Then he tried to pry off the handcuffs again. Regardless if Sam was paying at attention to him this time, due to the ruckus, Danny didn't care. The cuffs were seriously starting to bug him. They were clunky, heavy & itchy on his wrists. Sam hit his head his head so hard under the desk, Danny almost felt it from across the room. He then slips into the desk chair groaning, taking notice of Danny's solid fixation on the restraints.

"You know those are made out of iron right?" Sam commented. "Even if you manage to escape out of that meat suit, there's still the barrier of salt. You can't escape."

Danny forced smirk. Which probably looked more like a full blown stink eye. "Meat suit?" He replies. "Man. I swear it's like I'm in a really bad horror movie sometimes." A scoff. Then, "Yeah. I've been wondering. What's up with the salt & iron Mr. Sasquatch? Have you rigged it with acid or something? You know I could just step OVER the line of salt right? If & when I get out these cuffs that is."

"Are you still playing the 'I'm human' thing? Kid, your cover is blown. Get over it."

"I told you my name is Danny. DANNY." A heaved sigh. "It all depends on what your definition of human really is. See. I'm not the one with shotguns & pointy things, intentionally hurting someone who did nothing wrong!"

"Dude. You're dead. A ghost or something. Possessing someone's body for who knows how long. It's whole different level of wrong, & I think it's about time somebody put you to rest. The hard way."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Possession? You mean overshadowing! Which I am not. Nor I am dead. Not really anyway. Even I was how would you know how to kick a ghost out of someone's body?" Danny bit his tongue. He didn't mean for any of what he said to slip out. Way to go Fenton!

Sam wrinkled his forehead. Stunned by Danny's sudden silence.

Then, "Aw. Crud." Danny mutters. "All right, all right. You got me! I'm not human. Or whatever. I'm a halfa. BOO!"

Sam gave a slight tilt to the head. "Half? Half of what?"

"No. Not half of. A halfa."

Sam shakes his head.

Danny sighs. "A hybrid! Mr. Sasquatch, I'm only part ghost."

Sam was obviously trying to process on what he had just heard out of Danny. There was a seemingly long pause afterwards. Then, "Part ghost? Wouldn't that mean you're also half dead? How's that even possible?"

"Hey! I just said I wasn't dead." Danny groans. "Look. It's really hard to explain. All you need to know is that I'm NOT this malevolent out worldly monster that you or your brother are making me out to believe. As far as you know. I've been trying to play normal high school kid. Okay? Now can you PLEASE let me go? I think these cuffs are giving me a rash."

"No." Sam says.

"Aw. C'MON! Seriously? I did say PLEASE."

"If what you're saying is true, why should I believe you?"

"All right. You asked for it. I really didn't want to come to this, but you left me with no choice. Sorry."

Danny did the unpredictable. It took only about an eternity of seconds, but he took in a huge breath, & managed to get himself out of his restraints by brute force from pulling his arms apart. This caught Sam severely off guard, reaching for the knife on the desk, as he stood, pointing it at Danny prepared to attack him.

"I don't think you want to do anything with that, Mr. Sasquatch." Danny says as he steps over the salt line with ease.

"What the hell? You can't do that! You're a ghost!" Sam exclaims.

"And again! I'm only HALF ghost. Which means my human side totally can." Danny smirks.

Sam only violently wrung his arm forward in response. Danny quickly evaded it by transforming in his ghost form & flew toward the ceiling. Sam almost tripped over the wooden chair Danny was held captive & was taken aback by a flying boy with a completely different appearence. White hair, black jumpsuit, unnatural glowing green eyes.

"See ya NEVER, Mr. Sasquatch!" Danny saluted with his two right fingers. "Oh. P.S. You can tell your older brother to stick it where the sun don't shine, yeah?"


NOTE: I realized ghosts in supernatural have brutal super strength. I dunno if it goes the same for Danny Phantom. I'm seriously foggy on that cartoon.

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