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By some miracle Danny had gotten the two older men to shut up. All he had to do was ask, "Hey. Can I make a phone call?"
Seriously! These two stooges dropped their conversation entirely, & glared at Danny like he was the most insignificant thing in the world. Well. At least it was something other than intimidating. Danny was past that. Although every other moment or so, some unpleasant feelings came back to the surface such as . . . the knife. Danny shuddered on the inside.
He was surprised to be given a really old hunk of junk. Obviously he had to wonder if it was an actual phone, but then he flipped it open. Sure enough, there were buttons with numbers & stuff. Wow, & he thought the huge vintage communication devices were a sight for sore eyes. Did they even make old clunky cell phones anymore? YEESH. Danny was about to dial the first number that popped into his head, but then he felt two pairs of eyes staring very, rather attentively at him.
"Uh. Little privacy guys?" Danny says shooing them away. When they refused, he scoffs. "Do you want a whole dang search party on your tail? My parents know people, & those people are a serious pain in the butt to get rid of. I just want them to know I'm all right. Okay?"
Mr. Sasquatch & Dean took Danny's word on it . . . then gave the whole speech of if he tried anything funny, yadda, yadda, yadda. Dead. Typical bad guy monologue. They took it upon themselves to stand at the library's entrance. Which seemed out of hearing range, but not out of sight.
The phone was dialing. Danny held his breath. First ring. Danny thought if no one were to answer they'd probably didn't care or were just too busy minding their own problems. Second ring. The fear of no one answering was slowly started to get to him. By the third ring, a female's voice answered. "Hello?"
Danny sighs. "Jazz!" He said a little too excitedly.
"Danny! Is that you?" Jazz exclaims. Her end of the call was a somewhat hard to hear. "Where have you been? You little twerp! You've been driving everyone insane looking for you. Tucker & Sam have been clever enough to come up with the most ridiculous set of lies to cover up for you. I don't know for how long though."
Danny laughs.
"WHAT?" Jazz screams through the phone.
"Nothing." Danny continues. "You just have no idea how good it is to hear your voice."
"Oh."
"I just wanted to tell you that I'm all right. I have no idea where I am, but I'm fine."
"That's awesome Danny. Really!" Jazz sounded a little wary. Which either meant she hadn't been getting enough sleep lately, or she'd been under a lot of stress. Probably a mixture of both. "Unfortunately the same can't be said about us." She suddenly says trailing off.
"What? Why? What's going on?" Danny held the phone closer to his ear. "Jazz? Can you hear me?"
"Ever since you disappeared two days ago-" Static interrupted the call for a few seconds & then, "-became aggressively hostile."
Danny abruptly stood. "Who did? Er. WHAT did? Hey!"
"The ghosts, Danny. The ghosts! The ones you went after when you thought they'd vanished. You have to get home-" The line was cut.
"Jazz? Jazz! Hello?" Without him realizing, Danny had rose to his feet. He plopped back down on his seat worriedly staring at the phone, like his sister might call back . . . but she didn't. "Crap."
From the time Danny was gone, he didn't think things in Amity Park could blow into chaos. Two days. Really? His mother & his father, heck, even Tucker & Sam, could've handled things just for a tiny bit if anything got out of hand. But judging by the distress in his older sister's voice, though, things already did. What was going on? A slight twinge of panic was starting to take over Danny. He needed to get home. Fast.
Dean crept back & stood across from Danny. "Isn't it little impolite to call your mother by her first name?" He said. "Who the hell is Jazz?"
"Dean." Sam chided shaking his head.
So much for privacy.
"She's my older sister! You jerk." Danny snapped. "And she's probably in trouble." He stood again, sliding the hunk of junk of a cell phone across the table. "I'm taking these cuffs off."
"Hate to break it to you, kid, but unless you're superman you can't get out of those-"
Danny balled his fists up in the air. He felt his eyes burn an unnatural bright green for a few seconds, & with inhuman bodily strength he tore apart the tiny chained handcuffs. Danny had the pure look of SO-proved-you-wrong.
"I'd hate to break it to you. But. I CAN."
Dean quickly drew a knife from the inside of his shirt, as quickly as Danny transformed into his ghost form.
"JEEZ! How many of those pointy things do you guys have?" Danny shakes his head. "I thought we had understanding! Things NEVER go well when there's sharp pointy things around!"
Dean lunges forward, only to have Danny leap frog over him, & fly away. This time for good! He made it past the ceiling, but then he thought he should have the last laugh by shooting a tiny green ghost blast from the tip of his right index finger. Knocking the knife right out of Dean's hand.
"Ha! Sucker." Danny snickered.
It never occured to Danny that he'd been in a different state.
A different state held inside a power plant. Yeah. Totally not creepy. But then again no one would expect that the inside of the power plant was actually a pretty swanky hideout. Well. Aside from the weird archive filed with sigils, old scrolls & hidden dungeons. Danny was totally baffled. He was above the place, standing in midair, taking in all the scenery
"Yup. I have NO idea where I am." He said to no one. He spotted the car that he'd been stuffed in two nights ago. Vintage, black, shiny, & completely screaming stay away from me I might just BITE. The car was seriously out of style, but it looked as if it were brand new. Somebody's a little too obsessed with their car if they took care of it like crazy for all the years they had it. Danny sighs. He flew toward it. Getting a good look at the license plate. It read:
Kansas KAZ 2Y5
"WHAT?" Danny exclaimed. "Are you serious? How is it that I get kidnapped & get dragged completely two states over?" He groans. "Looks like I got a lot of flying to do."
You'd think traveling with your looney parents every other weekend, to countless inventor's conventions you'd have a sense of direction. Well. That's not the case with Danny. The minute he tried to follow a bus home, he got smacked right in the face by a bunch of wild flying geese, & lost the vehicle. He snuck into a different bus using his invisibility power, but the minute a big sweaty guy sat right on top him, he couldn't bare the severe bone crushing weight on top of him. So Danny hopped right off. He then tried to ride on the roof of another bus. To his surprise, it worked . . . until he realized the bus route was heading SouthWest away from his destination. He somehow ended up getting picked up by a nice pretty brunette truck driver . . . who copped a feel when she drove him to a shady looking motel.
That drew the line right there.
See kids? This is the reason why you DON'T pick up rides from strangers! Danny fortunately got out of that scenario very fast leaving the brunette pretty heart broken. He had hoped she wouldn't check into the motel, because that's where Danny snuck in with his invisibility power.
If Danny got away from a possible traumatizing event, then flying through room after room in the motel, pretty much left him with a lot of mental scars to last him a lifetime. How do people get SO inappropriate in motels? The horrors of which cannot be explained. GUH! Danny found an empty room at the end of the building. It had smelly carpet. Old wallpaper starting to tear up from the corners of the ceiling, & two overly large beds that probably had uncomfortable stains on them no doubt. Danny just about built a junk pile of inner turmoil then.
"How the CRAP do people do the whole traveling by road thing?" His family could be in danger. He was hungry, already exhausted, & he wished he could just live a normal day as a teenager.
Ah. Who was he kidding? There was no such thing as normal.
Danny threw himself onto a bed & closed his eyes. It couldn't have been more than a half an hour before Danny started to hear footsteps inside the room. A heavy satchel was thrown onto him, before the lights flickered on. Danny flailed hysterically & fell off the mattress.
"OW!" Danny quickly gathered his composure & held a green glowing fist in the air. He catches his breath. "You guys again?"
You know how things couldn't possibly get worse? They do. Danny didn't think he'd meet Mr. Sasquatch or big brother Dean anytime soon, or EVER again. But he did. Apparently Danny wasn't the only one who was armed & ready to blast someone's face off.
Dean was the first to speak. "Well. Well."
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