EDITED ON APRIL 11TH, 2008 AFTER READING SOME REVIEWS.
Directly continued after the last chapter! This one is filled with plot-driving events, all of which are important. Yesh.
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Chapter 3
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…Plasmius, his fangs glistening in the now-darkened-slightly hallways. He was hovering there, grinned an evil, toothy grin as the students all ran in fear. Phantom realized then that the bell had rung…not that it mattered, since school would be out now thanks to the ghost attack.
Phantom sighed and phased fully out of the wall. Regaining tangibility, he snapped at Plasmius, "You! What are you doing here?"
The vampire-like ghost hissed, turning to him in surprise. Seeing who the ghost boy was, Plasmius sneered, "I could ask you the same question."
The ghost boy nodded, "Yes, you could. Now answer my question. What are you doing here, Count Jerk-ula?"
"I was hoping to scare some people, take some stuff if I want, have a little blood feast…" Plasmius sneered, showing off his vampire fangs. "Why do you ask, Phantom?"
"I wanted to have some conversation before I kicked your ass." Phantom dryly replied, clenching green energy in his hands and firing a double-handed blast. Plasmius raised his magenta-glowing hands and created a violet wall of energy that deflected the green beams. Phantom snarled angrily and flew forward, dodging a few crimson blasts; the ghost teen attempted a punch, but Plasmius grabbed his neck, spun around once, and threw Phantom flying into the wall. The ghost boy groaned and glared angrily. 'Ok, now I'm mad…' "Hmph, you're not so bad…for a vampire wanna-be."
"I assure you, ghost boy, I'm not 'wanna-be'." Plasmius smirked.
"…Oh." Phantom paled considerably.
"Yes. Oh, indeed."
Plasmius' hands glowed crimson and the hallway cooled down immensely as lockers burst open, their contents flying out at a high speed and through the hallway. Phantom went intangible, letting the school supplies, crates, and desks fly through him; he then asked, "So, you're a real vampire…ghost…hybrid, or what?" Once the coast was clear, he regained a solid form and fired a green blast that hit Plasmius, sending the vampire-like ghost back a bit.
The older ghost's eyes flared angrily and he shot twin beams from his hands. Both hit Phantom, sending him flying. The ghost boy managed to go intangible, phasing through the wall.
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Sam sighed to herself, bemusedly doodling in her notebook during Math, possibly her least-favorite subject. She could have sworn she had heard screams in the hallway, but was too busy being annoyed at the teacher for holding the class in just because of a small group of the students fooling around.
Suddenly, Phantom fell through the wall, landing on her desk painfully, a grunt escaping his lips. He stood up on the desk and entered a battle pose as Plasmius phased through the wall. The ghost teen hissed, "Stay away from me!" Phantom put his hands together and unleashed a large green beam. Plasmius created a magenta umbrella-shaped shield that absorbed it.
Plasmius sneered, "Who's going to make me? You? Oh, please. You're such a weakling." He fired a large crimson blast that slammed into Phantom.
The spectral mid-teen cried out in pain, hitting the wall but not damaging it in the least. However, he recovered quickly, the wound on his back gone after a moment. Plasmius seemed shocked as Phantom smirked, "What, don't you have a healing factor, Count Fruitloop-ula?"
"I. Am. Not. A. Fruit. Loop!" Plasmius snarled, angrily.
" 'Fruitloop' is one word." Phantom dryly pointed out before tackling into the vampire-like ghost. He turned himself and Plasmius intangible, phasing through the roof.
Sam stared after them in slight awe. She had heard Amity Park was haunted…but she certainly was not expecting that. She looked over at Tucker, who shrugged at her in a 'I didn't see that coming either' kind of way.
The goth girl couldn't help but smile a little as the teacher, a shocked look on her face, slowly dismissed the students. As everyone piled out of the classroom, Sam casually walked out the door, still smiling a little. Maybe Amity Park wouldn't be so bad?
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'Sometimes I hate this town.' Phantom did a somersault over Plasmius' head, launching an ecto-blast while spinning around. The blast hit Plasmius, sending the surprised vampire flying. The ghost teen demanded, "Will you please leave my town alone, now!?"
"…Fine, be that way, Phantom." Plasmius sneered, "I will be back, however…someday." He then swirled around, disappearing in a swirl of red energy.
Phantom went intangible, phasing into Casper High and entering the nearest bathroom. He de-transformed into his human form quickly, stepping out and looking around. He shoved is hands in his pockets and walked down the hallway. Danny hoped that nobody had gotten hurt, but you never know, right? Danny paused when he saw a familiar goth girl being one of the very few still in the hallway.
The half-ghost wasn't entirely sure why he did so, he walked over to Sam and asked, "Err…are you, um, ok...?"
Sam blinked, "Yeah, I'm fine. So, does that kind of stuff, um, happen a lot?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Yup." Danny smiled weakly, "Welcome to the most haunted place in America. Thank you for your stay." He sighed, "As for who those ghosts were, the vampire-wannabe was a new one. The ghost boy, however…" He had a strange look in his eyes as he finished, "has been here a very long time…"
"He looked familiar, somehow…" Sam frowned in thought.
"Err, well, you might have seen him briefly on the news o-or in the newspaper or something…" Danny nervously smiled.
"Hm…so, think you can show me around? I was almost late for first period, and I don't want that happening too much." Sam smiled.
Danny blinked. Nobody had smiled at him and meant it—other then Jazz, of course—for a long time…he shook his head and a hint of a smile played on his lips as he replied, "Yeah, sure."
Sam then frowned, "Thanks, but first we have to find my friend, Tucker. Ugh, where is that idiot…" She looked around.
The half-ghost boy hesitated before pointing up, "Um…maybe he ran away during the ghost fight?"
"Sounds like something he would do…what a coward." Sam sighed.
"…Do you have any idea where he would have gone?" Danny asked. He wasn't sure why, but he wanted to help this new girl…
Sam smirked, "He probably ran to the nearest fast food joint."
Danny nodded, "I know just the place, if you're right…"
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"Ugh, what is this place?" Sam asked, horrified. She looked up at the neon sign. "The 'Nasty Burger'? Seriously?"
"It's not as bad as it sounds." Danny retaliated in his usual monotone that he hadn't used until that moment near Sam. She seemed understanding of the tone and didn't comment or give him a weird look. This surprised the ghost-empowered boy, but he decided that she probably didn't care or maybe, just maybe, she used that tone sometimes, too…
"Right, whatever. If I'm right, Tucker's in there." Sam sighed, "Sometimes I really hate the guy…but, unfortunately, he's pretty much the only friend I have." Sam smiled at Danny, "Except you, of course."
"Ah, heh, friend? R-really?" Danny asked, surprised. Before he or Sam could say anything else, a steady stream of blue mist leaked out of Danny's mouth. 'Damn it!' "I'll be right back. You go look for Tucker or whoever." He ran off behind the Nasty Burger. Sam shrugged to herself and entered the fast food establishment.
Meanwhile, behind the Nasty Burger, Danny shut his eyes, two light blue rings encircling his waist. One moved up and the other moved down, quickly transforming him into Phantom.
Now in ghost mode, the ghost teen flew up and landed on the roof of the Nasty Burger. As he looked around, he walked cautiously along the roof.
"Hello, whelp…" A familiar voice spoke. Phantom spun around to see a mechanical ghost with green flaming hair and green pupil-lacking eyes. It had an evil sneer on it's face, it's eyes narrowed.
"Skulker." Phantom noted.
"Phantom."
There was a pause as they stared at each other quietly for a few moments. A few weapons folded out of Skulker's body, his eyes narrowing a little more. Phantom did the same with his eyes, forming green ecto-energy in his hands in the form of orbs.
Skulker's weapons fired at the very same time Phantom fired a large amount of ectoplasmic energy blasts. Phantom's own attacks managed to destroy some of Skulker's, but one blue laser slammed into Phantom, sending him flying off of the Nasty Burger, landing in the parking lot.
He grunted, standing up just as Skulker landed in front of him. Phantom fired a quick beam of green energy that slammed into Skulker, sending the hunter-ghost flying.
Skulker was the Ghost Zone's greatest hunter, who had been hunting down Phantom ever since he had gotten his ghost powers. Though Skulker was powerful, Phantom was able to outsmart him at first. Now, however, Phantom was more powerful then Skulker, not needing to simply out-smart the hunter anymore. Not that it would be hard...
"I will have your pelt at the foot of my bed, ghost child!" Skulker snarled.
"I am not a child." Phantom corrected with a hint of anger in his voice. "I'm more mature then you will ever be, Skulker." He created more ecto-energy in his fists, "Now more fighting, less talking!" He put his green-glowing hands together and released a powerful blast that surged through the air.
Skulker dodged it and fired a blast from a little cannon that appeared from his wrist. The wrist-cannon was surprisingly powerful, hitting Phantom and sending him flying into a car. The car bounced back but was not damaged in any way despite the shockwaves that tore through the air after the ghost teen crashed into it.
"Oh, please, whelp. You may have defeated me before, but this time, I shall finally outdo you and have your pelt as a coat!" Skulker sneered.
Phantom sighed, "Can't you make up your mind about what you're going to do with my pelt?" Without waiting for an answer, he stood up and put his hands together, firing a large ecto-blast that sent Skulker flying. Phantom then pulled out the thermos, un-capped it, and quickly pressed the button. The blue ecto-vortex surged from the inside of the thermos and sucked Skulker within it.
Relieved, the ghost teen landed at the corner of the Nasty Burger, hidden from view of any prying eyes. De-transforming into his human half, Danny walked out from behind the corner and into the Nasty Burger.
Instantly, he saw Sam sitting at a table, across from an African American boy wearing a beret, black-rimmed glasses, a yellow t-shirt and green jeans. The goth girl waved at Danny with a 'come here' smile on her face. Danny did so, walking over a bit quickly.
"Tuck, Danny's gonna' hang out with us today. Speaking of which, where were you?" Sam frowned at the dark-skinned boy in annoyance.
"I got lost, ok!? It's not my fault…" Tucker frowned but smiled. "I did meet a girl, though!"
Sam rolled her eyes. Danny, feeling somewhat more comfortable with her then the new guy, sat down next to her and looked between them curiously. He spoke, forcing some emotion in his voice, "Is that something that doesn't happen often?"
Tucker shrugged, "Meh. Anyway…is your last name Fenton?"
"Yeah…" Danny replied, cautiously.
"Hm…didn't they all die, or something?"
Danny's eyes, to the other two's shock, flared an ectoplasmic green. He leaned over the table and angrily grabbed Tucker by the scruff of his shirt. Speaking with rage, Danny hissed in a less-then-human voice, "What do you know about that!?" Tucker just stared at his eyes with awe and fear. "Answer me, human!" The instant he said that, he regretted it. The Nasty Burger was empty enough so that only Tucker and Sam heard him, but it was still bad…
"…Wha-huh…?" Sam was unable to say anything else.
"I…I…" Danny's voice returned to normal, "I mean…" Danny nervously let go of Tucker and backed off, his eyes returning to their human, icy blue color. Guilt surged through him, but he quickly shook it off and said awkwardly, "Err…just…joking?"
Tucker frowned suspiciously, "I don't think so. How'd you do that with your eyes? Better yet, what was with that voice?"
Danny hesitated, "…I…uh…have always been able to do that!" He smiled nervously, "Perfectly normal." He paused. "Well, not really normal, per se, but, um…oh, never mind!" He sighed and continued in monotone, "I'm sorry I over-reacted. Whenever somebody mentions my parents, I just…my father's dead, and for all I know my mom's dead as well." He picked up a saltshaker and fidgeted with it, "They're both gone…all I have left is me, myself, and my sister."
"Wait, I recognize you now!" Tucker blurted, going off-topic, "You're that GhostBoy on Doomed!"
"Tucker, grow up! This is a very emotional mome—hey, you're right, you do look like that GhostBoy…" Sam looked at Danny in surprise.
"Yeah, well, it's hard not to look like myself." Danny sarcastically retaliated, rolling his eyes a little. He gasped as his arms faded into intangibility, the saltshaker phasing through them and hitting the table. He quickly hid his insubstantial arm under the table before either of his two… 'friends' noticed. Luckily, Sam was two busy looking into his eyes for a sign of the green glow. Tucker, however…
"How'd you do that?" The techno-geek asked, glaring.
"How'd I do what?" Danny asked, monotonously.
Tucker stared at him for a moment before shaking his head, "Whatever…I'm gone." He stood up, "My parents want me home early today to help unpack. If I don't they'll probably ban me from technology for, like, ever!" He shuddered at the thought and ran off.
Once the techno-geek was out of sight, Danny noted, "Weird guy…" 'and this is coming from someone with ghost powers…'
"How did you make your eyes do that? I didn't know anyone could—!" Sam began to speak.
"It's none of your business." Danny coldly interrupted, "If I told you anything…you would only be in a lot of danger…and I can't lose anyone else. I…I just can't." He stood up, "I'm going home." Danny then walked off, hands in his pockets and a deep frown of thought on his face.
Sam stared after him for a moment before realizing, 'I was just ditched by two people! What the hell!?'
END CHAPTER
Poor Sam…or, poor Danny and Tucker when she gets her revenge…!
…Yes, I edited it a lot. I had to. It makes more sense this way, in my opinion. That, and Darkness threatened me into it.
Darkness: (smirks)
Oh, stop looking smug!...Anyway, please review! Reviews are good!
Darkness: (mumbling) I need them for food, after all.
Hm, on second thought, don't review!
Darkness: What!? NO! I'M HUNGRY! (fires an ecto-blast that hits my stomach)
OW! Oh…oh, God…that hurt…man, why do you hurt me all the time? Not cool, Darky, not…cool. (faints)
Darkness: Um, opps…