Arg! The reviews weren't sent to my e-mail so here's the review replies:

bluename: Like I'd ever reveal the bad guy. ((laughs evily)) You'll never guess who it is! And Val's dad needs to what if he doesn't trust Phantom?

Kaji Blaze the Crimson Serafin: What makes you think it's Clockwork?

SecretSparkle: Trust me, no one will ever guess correctly, but you should guess anyway. I'd like to see who everyone thinks it is. Hunches are your friends...

acosta perez jose ramiro: Thanks!

And now...Chapter 9!!! Dun...dun...dun...(don't ask why I did that? I really don't know...)

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Chapter Nine: My Plan of Action

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He raised something above his head and that was the last thing I remember happening before I blacked out.

I blearily opened my eyes. What happened? Why did my head hurt? Where was I? I tried to open my eyes wider so I could tell. A big, empty room. No one was in the room, except me.

"Ohhhhhh..."

I barely surpressed a shriek when I noticed that I wasn't the only person in the room. Beside me, hanging on a wall (which I can only assume I was hung to as well) was none other than Danny Phantom. Of course, I thought dryly. He was probably the one screaming, but why and who was behind the kidnapping of Amity Park's hero?

I tried to move my arms to find them chained above my head. My feet were shackled together to where I couldn't move them at all. I sighed. I'd gotten myself into this mess; now how was I going to get out? The chains holding Phantom were probably sustaining his powers, or else he'd already have gotten free and beaten up the guy who did this. So if Phantom couldn't get out of the trap...

"I see you're awake," the voice of the guy that had snuck up behind me from earlier sneered. "Good. Now we can talk."

"Who are you?" I questioned, looking around and not finding anyone. A moment of silence passed through the room. Finally, someone walked around a corner I hadn't noticed earlier. He was tall. He had a black cape on that covered his entire body including his head.

"Wouldn't you like to know? Now, about our talk..." he continued.

"Where's Tucker? What did you do to him?" I asked, harshly.

"I told you that he was being a good little boy. He's out of the way for the moment. Won't be back anytime soon, either. Got him held up good and tight."

"What did you do to him?" I repeated, tugging at the cuffs. How I wanted to hit someone.

"Nothing," the figure assured. "As of yet."

I heard movement from beside me and couldn't resit turning my head to see if Phantom had woken up. I was right. And he had not only woken up, but was busy glaring a whole through whoever was under the cape.

"Let me go, now!" Phantom exclaimed, pulling at the chains that held him.

"Tsk, tsk. I'm sorry, but that's not going to happen," the figure responded. "You wouldn't want your little friend to get hurt, now would you?"

Phantom's face filled with confusion as he looked around him, finally coming to a stopping point when he saw me. His eyes widened and his mouth opened. "How did you get here?"

"How did any of them get here?" the caped figure retaliated before I could answer. He pressed an unseen button on his wrist and a wall on the far side of the room slid back. I gasped upon seeing Sam, Jazz, Danny's parents, Julie, and...dad! They were all chained to the far wall, and were all out cold.

"Let them go!" Phantom demanded. He paused for a mintue before adding, "Where's Tucker?"

Hopefully he could an answer out of the guy. At least I assumed it was a guy. He sure sounded like it.

"He plays a very...special part in this plot," the caped figure chuckled. What was that supposed to mean?

"What do you want from me...from them?" Phantom continued to interrogate, while I tried to keep my big mouth shut.

"Nothing, except them all dead. You see, everyone in this room is special. They carry secret knowledge that no one else knows." Was this guy hinting at what I thought he was hinting at? Oh, please! No, don't! "These people are the only people that know who you really are, and in my book, that makes them all enemies. Therefore, they must be disposed of."

Aw man. Either Phantom was confused or he was in a realization moment right now. I was hoping for the confusion or something other than realilzation. Wait, did that guy just say 'who you really are?' Isn't Phantom Phantom and Danny a discugze?

"You lier," Danny spat. I turned my head to look at him. He had set a death glare on the person holding us captive. "Tucker's not in here and Nicole doesn't have a clue as to what you're talking about. She's only been in town for like three days." Yes, keep telling yourself that.

"You need to dig deeper into the situation at hand my dear boy," the caped figure mused. Does that guy have to ruin everything? "If you look close enough, you might figure out why poor, innocent Valerie ran away ten years ago."

Yes, apparently he did...

I had turned back to look at the mysterious figure, and didn't intend to look back in Phantom's direction. But if my senses were as good as they once were, he was staring a hole straight through me with a gaping mouth and wide eyes. A slight peek in his direction confirmed it.

"As for Tucker," the caped figure continued, grabbing both mine and Phantom's attention. He tore his cape off. We both couldn't contain the gasp that we let loose. "He's sort of here."

There, standing right before us, was Tucker Foely. The guy who was the so called friend of Danny's.

"Tucker?" Phantom gaped. "Okay, nice joke. Let us go, now before I have to get ugly."

"I said he's sort of here," Tucker reminded us. What was that supposed to mean, anyways?

"What, are you some ghost controling Tucker's body?" I retorted.

"Smart girl. Have always had an eye for details, though terribly misunderstood," Tucker commented. Wait, did that mean I was right? Was this really some ghost controling Tucker's body?

"Tucker, snap out of it!" Phantom pleaded, ignoring what I'd asked the so called Tucker. He pulled on his chains again.

I suddenly got a great idea of how to get free.

"Hey, Tucker," I greeted trying to get his attention.

"What do you want?" he snapped.

"What do you think about me, oh, I don't know, joining you? Who said I didn't want to destroy these people as well?" Please, please let this work!

"Do you take me for an idiot?" If my theory wasn't that you were being overshadowed that quesiton would be answered with a yes. "I know you well enough to know that you really do care about the safekeeping of these fools," he returned.

"How do you know that much about me?" I asked.

"I have my ways," he answered.

"Well, I'm not too shabby of an actress," I responded to his earlier comment.

"So what makes you think I'll believe this trick you're trying to pull? You just contridicted youself by saying you're a good actress. You could easily be acting now," Tucker reminded me. Hmmm...what would make him believe me?

"You said that you know all about me; am I correct?" I questioned.

"Yes."

"Then you'd know more than anyone how much I want to destroy this detesable being hanging beside me," I stated, ashamed of having to do so.

"It is true that I've known you for some time, and, years ago, you would've jumped at the chance to rid your life of this ghost. But you see, I've been watching you since you arrived back here, and your actions prove to have changed." He'd been watching me? Okay, that made me a little uncomfertable.

"I...may have shown changes in my attitude, but I was simply trying to befriend this ghost. If all you could see was the outside actions, how would you know what my true intentions were?" I asked. It was good he couldn't read my mind.

Tucker seemed to ponder what I'd said and after a few moments of doing nothing, he pushed another button on his wrist and I dropped to the floor. I could again feel Phantom's eyes on my back. I had a ninty-nine percent feeling he thought I'd turned on him.

"Here," Tucker tossed me an enormous ecto weapon. "Since you seem to want to make do with him, I'll let you do it."

"What about the others?" I asked, playing the part. He pointed in the direction of where they were being held. I looked over there and for the first time I noticed a little beeping clock with five minutes on it, counting down. "You're going to blow them up?"

"It seems more practical," he sneered. More practical than what? Waking them up, boiling them in a pot of fire, poking their eyes out, breaking their nose, and then dunking them under the fire? "Report to me after you've completed the job." And with that last remark he left.

I propped the weapon on my shoulder, closed one eye, and aimed at Phantom on the wall.

"I thought you told me you don't think I'm evil anymore!" Phantom exclaimed. "You seemed true in that statement. How, in reaIity, could you be plotting against me?" I was sure he would've gone intangible if he could.

I didn't answer. I charged the weapon. All of a sudden I was hit with a very strong feeling of Deja Vu.

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When the rings had finished their job I was no longer facing a green eyed, white haired ghost, but a blue eyed, raven haired shy high school freshmen.

Danny Fenton.

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I raised my gun while in my head I continued to rant. Danny was a ghost. He was evil. I'd liked a ghost, and maybe still did.

My finger was laid upon the trigger. My frustration grew. My heart exploded.

I shot.

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And so, to full-fill the Deja Vu feeling, I shot. Then I shot again. And again and again.

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I like this chapter! I still wanna see who yall think the bad guy is. (I'll even take the answer Tucker if someone thinks that it's really Tucker plotting this. Who knows, you may be right.)

Hmmm...I wonder if I need to go hide again...

Eh...what the heck. Better safe than sorry. ((runs away))