ENJOY ~


FREEDOM NEVER TASTED SO SWEET!

After Danny got out of his special iron made prison handcuffs, with nothing but brute force, he took it upon himself to mess around with the guy that confined him in them in the first place. Sam. The very tall, smart, dude who was seriously determinded to stab Danny Phantom with a very sharp pointy thing! To solve this pesky problem, all Danny had to do was turn himself invisible. As an added bonus, he pulled the dude's pants down, & pushed him to the ground. He SO had it coming. Mr. Sasquatch just wouldn't stop with the knife! It was seriously annoying. He was good too, he almost had Danny a couple of times, but nothing flying out of his killing range couldn't fix.

Danny laughs after leaving Mr. Sasquatch with a severely wounded ego. He was probably after him too. No doubt. But flying through walls upon, walls of concrete & fancy marble, who's to say the guy would catch up to him anytime soon?

Danny first flew out the dungeon, & was surprised to find out that it really was hidden behind two overgrown book shelves. They were set in a storage room the size of a shoe box, filled archived material. Such as dusty yellow scrolls, fat old text-books, a bunch of folders filled with little high lighted notes, & really useless, broken handheld weapons. Danny then flew out of the storage room, through a lot of closed dorms, entered a corridor, within corridor, & another corridor. They were all just small twists & turns leading up to a flipping butt giant library. Unlike the storage room, it was filled with less dustier yellow scrolls, but more fatter, newer text-books, at least a dozen of fancy file cabinets, & less useless, not so broken weapons. The library itself looked as if it could fit in the setting of Harvard University. The only reason Danny knew this was because his older sister Jazz, big brain, & all, got a brochure after somebody in her grade gave her the recommendation of applying there. It displayed a ton of pictures of the campus in there. Including the atomically colossal looking library with fancy lighting, fancy windows, fancy EVERYTHING.

Anyways. Flying into the next setting, Danny came to the realization that both the storage room & the library were the smallest portions to the place, EVER, when he entered a war bunker looking foryer. It was a circular room with a balcony! Centering it was a big round table with a lit map of the world on it. The room also contained a lot of old communication devices. Such as a ham radio, telegraph, & a switchboard. Danny's parents studied technology for a living & forced him to sit through their lectures of endless possiblites of communicating with the dead. That's how he knew about the old dinosaurs. Or was it from school? Eh. Who knows? Danny didn't know wether to feel taken aback by the entire site, impressed, or simply awestruck. Maybe it was a mixture of all three.

Danny floated over the table with the lit map of the world on it. He whistled. "Dang! Just what secret society do these froot-loops think they belong in?"

"Who are you?" Someone suddenly asked.

"OH CRIPES!" Danny's heart jumped up his throat, he immediately whips his head back, with a glowing green fist in the air. He caught his breath as he then lowers his fist. "You seriously shouldn't startle a ghost kid, dude!"

It was a middle aged man. Not far from Danny's captors' age range. He was standing perfectly straight at a height of 5 ft. something. He had fair light skin, his hair was black, short, & cropped. He wore a taupe trench coat, over a thin black blazer, with a buttoned up white shirt, collared with a blue diagonal striped tie. The white shirt was nicely tucked in black dress pants, covering matching black shoes. He totally looked like a kick butt business man, who didn't take crap from the likes of anybody, but he didn't look all that intimidating. Well. He did. But as intimidating as a dog with a grumpy looking face, curiously gawking at a kid floating in midair.

There was something else too.

Nagging in the pit of Danny's chest, as the man with cool refined eyes bore his stare into him, he was almost . . . ethereal.

"My name is Castiel. I have no idea of this 'dude' you speak of," He says. "I'll ask again. Who are you?"

"Um . . ." Said Danny. "Would you believe me if I told you I was kidnapped & stuffed in the back of a car's trunk?"

Cue Mr. Sasquatch by the library's entrance. "Cas!" He yells. Looking seriously ridiculous holding his pants up. "Don't let him escape!"

Cue the short buff guy, named Dean, who equally looked ridiculous with a mouth full of pizza. He pulled out a handheld gun when he noticed Danny. No. Wait. Just a beer bottle.

"Aw crud!" Danny exclaims. Waving his hands in defense. "Hey guys! Let's not get TOO crazy, yeah? I'm not legally of age to drink & I'm not allowed to have wild parties. So . . . ?"

This is how it all went down. All too fast. All too hilarious. Mr. Sasquatch was the first to make a move. It was stupid, but it was a move nonetheless. You know that pointy thing? The iron knife? Yeah. He still had a soilid grip on it. Sam had the brilliant idea of throwing the knife at Danny, only to face plant the ground due to his pants falling down. Danny in return turned intangible. The blade would've poked the new guy, Cas something or other, in the eye if he hadn't stepped to the side. The knife then finished off by breaking Dean's bottle of bear into smithereens.

That was definitely Danny's signal to leave.

He flew higher before, Cas something or other, could put him in a headlock. Danny then dove toward Dean who was ready to throw pizza at him, but was completely startled to find himself taken over by a teenaged boy. This was Danny's overshadowing ability. Or possession as some might call in horror movies. Apparently that was totally taboo.

Considering petrified look on Mr. Sasquatch's face. "Dean!" He exclaimed when he finally stood & got around to secure his pants on tight.

"That's not him anymore, Sam." Said the guy in the trench coat.

"Wow. Aren't you two sharp?" Said Dean. Or rather Danny in Dean's body. He smacked his lips with a rather disgusted look on his face. "Ew. Just kind of pizza do you guys eat? BARF flavored?" He shuddered & tossed the slice of food he had in his borrowed hand to the side.

Sam grew really agitated as he made his way closer to Danny. "Get out of my brother you son of a-"

"WHOA. You kiss your mother with that mouth, Mr. Sasquatch?" Said Danny prepared to stand his ground.

Sam's face unexpectedly fell when he asked. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Well." Said Danny, "I was gonna give your big brother an utlra, mega wedgie, but," It suddenly occured to Danny that Sam wasn't talking to him.

"CAS!"

The guy in the trench coat slipped past Danny without him even realizing it. He found the iron knife in the mess of beer bottle glass scattered on the floor & stood behind Danny.

"My deepest apologies in advance Dean," He said as he quickly lifted the knife.


NOTE: COMMENT, FAVORITE, FOLLOW, SHARE, or WHATEVER. It doesn't really matter, but it'll be greatly appreciated. THANKS FOR READING!