I really want to thank you all for reading, and for reviewing. I can't BELIEVE I made that mistake on the Skulker thing… I knew that! Grrrrrrrrrrr… I'm leaving it as a memento of my stupidity. On with the story, then! -GottaluvInu
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"I'm telling you guys, this doesn't look good," said a very worried-looking Danny. The three friends were walking home from school. "I had to go invisible right in his office. To him, I was just, gone."
"Well, he might think you just ran for it," tried Tucker. "How many people just stay put in the middle of a ghost attack anyway? I mean really. I'm usually the first one out of the building when someone says 'GHOST'!" He said, waving his hands over his head like a madman.
Shhhhhhh! Sam motioned. "You could really cause panic doing that. Everyone in Casper High is always a little jumpy when it comes to ghosts."
"Really? Hmmm…" said Tucker, grinning mischievously. "But be logical, Danny." he continued. "Even if he does suspect something, the odds are a million to one that he would actually draw the right conclusion."
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Mr. Lancer was walking around his now destroyed office, picking up any of his belongings that were still intact. He sighed. There really ought to be some sort of ghost-damage clean up crew.
He thought about the way Danny had just disappeared from right underneath his nose.
Danny must have run off when that ghost came in and I just wasn't paying attention. Yes, that's it.
When he had salvaged what he could from the mess, he looked up at the dents in either side of his wall. I hope the school doesn't think I'm going to pay for that…
Mr. Lancer's thoughts returned to Danny. But there really is something odd about that boy. There's something he's not telling me, it's obvious. He walked over to his door and turned the handle-only to find that it was locked. Oh that's right. I locked it after Danny came… His thoughts came to an abrupt halt.
"WAIT A MINUTE!"
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"Hey mom. Hey dad," Danny said as he walked in the door, dropping all his books on the floor. "How's the new ghost weapon coming along?"
"Oh it's coming along great!" exclaimed Jack, waving the small box in the air enthusiastically. A little too enthusiastically, though, causing a bolt to come undone.
"It's called the Fenton Ghoul Grabber, son!" said Jack as he grabbed a nearby wrench to tighten the bolt.
Danny gave an involuntary shudder. "W-what does it do?" he asked, almost not wanting to hear the answer. He knew they were planning to use it on 'Phantom'…
"Well sweetie," said Maddie as Jack struggled with the device. "It captures the ghost, but not before it sends out an ectoplasmic blast so powerful it can put even a ghost into a three week coma!" She grinned fiercely. Danny could have sworn he heard her whisper, "You're going down Phantom!"
"That's great mom," Danny said unenthusiastically. Note to self: Avoid parents at all costs. "Well, I'm going over to Tuckers, I just wanted to let you know. Um, bye."
"See you, son!" called Jack as Danny walked out. When the door was shut, the phone started to ring. "Jack stared at it for a moment before calling "Jazz, could you get that?"
Jazz, who was sitting on the couch reading a book, glared at her father before walking across the room to pick up the phone. "Hello?"
"Hello, Jasmine," said Mr. Lancer's voice on the other end. "Are your parents at home?"
"Oh, Mr. Lancer!" Jazz said, surprised. "Yes, they're home. Let me go get them."
"Thank you."
Jazz handed the phone to her father and said, "It's Danny's teacher, Mr. Lancer," before returning to the couch to continue reading her book.
"Mr. Fenton, I wanted to talk to you about Daniel."
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Danny was about half way to Tucker's when his ghost sense went off. Oh, why now? He flipped his cell phone open and dialed Tucker's number. "Hey, Tuck? I'm going to be a little late…"
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"Well, I'm sure you just didn't see him leave the room," said Jack hurriedly. "It's not like he can just disappear."
"That's the interesting thing, Mr. Fenton," answered Mr. Lancer. "I had lock-" But he didn't get to finish the sentence, because the line went dead. "Mr. Fenton? Hello?" He checked to see if the phone had come unplugged. It hadn't been, so he decided to look outside to see if there was something wrong with the phone lines. What he saw out that window would change his life.
As far as ghost fights go, this one seemed like any other. One ghost would fire an ectoplasmic blast, the other would dodge it, and it would damage city property. Mr. Lancer noticed the charred remains of a telephone line lying on the ground.
"Just give up already. You know you don't have enough power to defeat me!" said the first ghost, who was dressed in a red and white cape and had green skin.
"Yeah, right Plasmius," said the second, who Lancer immediately recognized as Phantom. "If I'm not strong enough to beat you, then why have I done it so many times before?"
Plasmius glared at Phantom, saying, "You only get away because I allow you to!"
Phantom laughed. "Sure, and I'll bet you let me escape from your cloning lab on purpose, too."
Plasmius's eyes filled with hatred and he fired an ectoblast at the unsuspecting Phantom.
Phantom's eyes widened as the ectoblast hit him square in the chest, and with no time to go intangible, he was thrust back into a power line, which crackled with electricity.
Phantom's screams reached all throughout the entire town, and Plasmius watched, a satisfied smirk on his face. Lancer thought he heard him chuckle.
"That will teach you to mouth off to me, Danny," he said as he flew away.
Lancer's eyes widened. Since when has this ghost been on first-name terms with Phantom?
The power line snapped, and Phantom fell face first to the ground. Two white rings formed around his waist, traveling over his body. When they disappeared, Phantom was gone. In his place lay a boy in a white t-shirt and jeans…
Lancer jumped up. He just had to be sure. Without bothering to put shoes on, he raced outside and crouched down beside the boy, turning him over.
Danny Fenton opened his eyes slowly. He blinked, trying to clear his vision. He looked down at his chest, which was bleeding freely. He groaned and turned on his side, only to see Lancer kneeling next to him, a look of shock on his face. Danny gasped in horror before the darkness overcame him.
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You like? I do, but that's just me. What's going to happen next? I left it cliffy to keep you guessing. Review!