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Chapter 4
Danny spun as glass shattered to the ground. Many of the other kids in the vicinity didn't even bother to look up from their games. And when the spiky-haired redhead ghost zoomed straight in, he looked slightly put out that nobody screamed and ran.
"Alright," he yelled, three knives piercing three separate game controllers. "Listen up! You're all now part of a ghost attack!" His yellow eyes gleamed excitedly as he seemed to materialize two more daggers in each hand.
That sent everyone scattering, screaming and, in some cases, running into each other. The ghost laughed as a second ghost phased through the back wall. She looked younger than her partner by years. While the firs ghost seemed in his late teens or early twenties, this one seemed closer to Danny, Sam and Tucker's age than even the bat ghost had. Her bright green hair was in a high ponytail with two strands left to frame her face. Her outfit looked like it had come straight out of Danny's parents' age: a single strap green dress with a chunky silver belt, complete with a snake shaped buckle, and matching green platform boots over her silver tights.
And she was quick!
"Hello ghost kid!" She smiled sweetly as her hand closed around Danny's throat and she lifted him into the air, "Nice day isn't it?" She tossed him into a Pac Man machine as the last of the teenagers fled through the front door, leaving Sam, Tucker and Danny with the two ghosts.
Tucker and Sam rushed to Danny's side as he detached his behind from the busted game screen. "Aw man," Tucker moaned, "That was one of the best ones!" Sam gave him a pointed glare. "Oh, and uh… you ok Danny?"
"Fine," Danny grumbled. The first ghost, the boy, laughed at that.
"For now," he stated, twirling around one of the throwing daggers in his hand. His outfit was simple, a black t-shirt and almost-yellow cargo pants. Unlike the girl, he wore shoes, as well as some sort of headband thing with some sort of symbol on it.
The boy seemed to notice Danny's gaze because he adjusted his headpiece. "Like it?" he asked, a bit of pride in his voice, "I always knew I could pull off these hitaite things."
The girl rolled her eyes. "Mind on the mission Xanir!"
"Yea, yea! Don't sweat it Silvertips!"
Danny took the opening and charged for the nearest ghost, Silvertips or whoever, transforming as he did. He caught the girl off guard from behind and the two went tumbling onto the floor, the ghost's partially gloved hands struggling to get Danny off of her.
"Let me go!" she screamed, claws springing into Danny's vision before attempting to cut off his ear. Them Danny felt sharp intense pain and threw himself off the girl, two of the other ghost's daggers protruding from his arm.
"Better learn to play nice kiddo, or-" But Danny never heard what, for the ghost, whom Sam had been preparing to wail over the head with some broken pieces of a game station, was hit with a bright green blast and launched into the nearest wall.
"Leave Danny alone, or you'll have to deal with me!" came a female voice from the busted window.
Danny looked up with a grin. "Long time no see. Thanks for the assist."
"Eah," Danni shrugged, "What's family for? I need to talk to you by the way."
The two ghosts had gotten to their feet, Silvertips diving for Danny, Xanir going for his clone. The two halfas each sent identical emerald blasts at their opponents. Danny's made contact, sending the ghost spinning into another game console. But Danni's was dodged, the ghost sending four daggers straight at the girl's head.
"Danni!"
But it was Tucker who reacted first, seizing a sheet of scrap metal from beside him and flinging it into the path of the daggers. "For Pac Man!" he hollered, taking what used to be the joystick and unleashing it at Xanir's head as the throwing knives embedded themselves into the metal instead of Danni.
Xanir ducked the headshot and again threw daggers, this time in all directions, not seeming to care what he hit. Even his partner had to stay down to avoid the lethal projectiles. "Watch it!" she snapped as Danny grabbed Sam and Danni seized Tucker, both ghosts forming shields around themselves.
But the daggers penetrated the defenses; Danny was hit in the shoulder while Tucker took one in the leg. Tucker dropped to the ground as Danny yanked his out, holding his shoulder in pain.
"Tucker!" he called, "Tucker, you alright?"
"You mean aside from the knife in my leg? Yea, just peachy!" The teen made to pull it out and hollered in pain.
"Here Tucker, let me do it," Danni offered and, without waiting for an answer, yanked the dagger out of his leg, Tucker letting out another howl of pain.
The ghost had stopped his barrage of knives, breathing heavily as he glared at the group with his eerie yellow eyes. "Surrender yet?" he asked, a lopsided grin on his face. He would look almost kind if not for his eyes.
"You wish!" Sam spat, Danny settling for a deathly glare. His "cousin" was panting heavily, beads of sweat on her face; she was reaching her limit.
The boy laughed, Silvertips joining him.
"Then you'll never see your family again!" she laughed.
Danny felt as though ice suddenly rushed through his veins. "What?" he yelled, "What do you mean? What have you done with my family?"
"Don't worry, we haven't hurt them," Xanir assured.
"Yet..." his partner muttered, her silver cat-like eyes dancing. The boy just grinned.
"See you later kiddies!" he chuckled, the two ghosts disappearing. Danny held his guard for just a few more moments before rocketing through the ceiling and towards his home.
He reached Fentonworks within five minutes, shooting through the front door and transforming back into his human half. "Mom? Dad? Jazz?" he called desperately. "Anyone?"
Whatever had happened, the Fentons had taken a stand. There were two large ecto guns on the living room floor and a couple chairs were overturned. The kitchen, on the other hand, was like his parents had just left it, a half finished invention sitting on the table and a bowl of lukewarm soup beside it.
"Mom! Dad!" Danny called again, but he knew they weren't anywhere around. Those ghosts had gotten them, and he figured that the two he had just fought were a diversion while another - maybe even the bat-lady from before - had grabbed them.
"Damnit!" Danny yelled, slamming his fist on the table. He had no idea where they could have taken them; everywhere seemed a possibility. He didn't even know who was organizing it all. Or even why for that matter.
His eyes landed on a note stuck to the refrigerator. Curious, Danny grabbed it, looking for something, anything, that might help him.
Danny Fenton,
You're parents' ghost hunting days are over. We're giving you, your little ghost hunting friends (Samantha Manson, Valerie Grey, and Tucker Foley), and your clone Danielle just 2 hours to surrender. If you do your punishment for your crimes against us ghosts will be lessened. However, failure to comply will result in the instant destruction of your whole operation.
Under the note was the symbol Danny had seen on that knife ghost's headband. Upon closer inspection, it looked like an axe with red lightning along the edge of the blade, under it was written "Execution."
Danny heard the front door open and slam shut, Sam's voice calling his name, but he was too numb with shock to do anything.
"Danny? Danny!"
The halfa shook himself, turning to face his friends. "They have my family," he said, his voice scratchy.
Sam snatched the letter from his hands while Tucker read over her shoulder. Sam's eyes widened as she reached the end, looking up at Danny in shock.
"What is it?" Danni asked, tugging the note out of Sam's grasp, "I can't see-" Her eyes rocketed across the letter twice, fear taking over her features. "D-Danny…"
"We have to find them," he said shortly, rage coursing through his veins. "And we need to stop whoever these ghosts are."
"Danny man," Tucker said, sounding nervous, "We don't even know where they are."
"Maybe not," said the teen, a plan formulating in his head, but we know someone who might." He looked at the letter Danni had thrown on the table.
They had to talk to Valerie.
Alright! That's the chapter and Mysteries will be updated next. Hope I left a good enough cliffy.
Reviews are always appreciated, and I might have some artwork of my main villains up on my deviantart account eventually so…
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