This one was also inspiration, and an original part, for Balance, but I threw it out and it just ended up collecting dust. I had been watching a Flash Point that night and I had wondered what Danny would do in this same senario. With tweaking, it could be a good few parters. No taking by the way, I am going to be doing this one in the far future. Opnions please!
It had been a respectively normal day, until lunch time rolled around. The bell was the sound of a short respite for the students as they filed in, eager to talk with their friends and silence their already chattering stomachs. One Danny Fenton took up his normal seat with his normal meal and started to eat without interruption, like he always did. He didn't have company, not had he for some time, but that was okay with him. After some shocking revelations over the summer, he was content to be by himself and think about what he would do with himself after school was over. His plans would have to change.
After the students filed into the room and settled themselves for the hour, Danny had a strange feeling in the back of his senses that something wasn't right. This sense was part of his ghost side and it wasn't with anything physical, it was emotional. The hair on the back of his neck rose as he felt excitement from one of the students, but it wasn't the good kind of excitement. It was a giddy feeling that had dark intentions, but he couldn't read minds so he didn't know what those intentions were—only that something bad was going to happen real soon.
He tried to pinpoint the source of this chilling feeling, but it was scattered throughout the room, as if coming from a number of different people. He also felt fear and nervousness coat the air that he was almost feeling the emotions himself. Oh yeah, this was bad. He lifted his head to try and at least see if anyone was acting a little out of place. Nothing he really noted out of the ordinary, but he did see a few absent faces from their table standing by the walls instead—the walls with the exits.
He gasped softly as he realized what was going on, or at least what might be going on. He was about to leave his table to try and get out of there so he could help the police when the plan went into action, but he was caught. He felt the familiar metal of a gun at the base of his neck, but it was a normal gun, not a ghost-weapon—he would have felt the ecto-plasma in the gun's bullets since it would leak to the lip of the barrel most of the time and singe his skin.
"Don't move Fenton," whispered a harsh voice, but it shook.
"Not use to the power are you Spencer?" he asked softly so the other students couldn't hear.
"What are you talking about? How do you know who I am?" Spencer's voice was shaking more and the gun with it.
"I may be in the shadows, but I still go to school here you know. I do know people's names," Danny had to roll his eyes at that question. "Just walk away now Spencer. I won't tell a soul and you can get off clean."
"I don't think so; I've waited too long for this."
He reacted quicker then Danny thought possible. The gun flew up from his neck and a thundering boom sounded behind his head. People screamed, running around like a flock of confused sheep. Spencer's partners must have blocked the exits because no one could get out.
"Shut up!" Spencer shot the gun off again, bringing the room to a precarious halt as all eyes turned to him. "Tip the tables over and put them on the walls. I don't want anything to get in my way."
"You heard him," one the cronies said, shoving a girl into action. "Do it!"
Danny was shoved forward, his face planting on the table top. He took the hint.
"Do as he says," Danny told the silent crowd, getting up and kicking the table as he did so.
Everyone else couldn't do anything but follow his example, even Dash and his buddies. The students clambered everywhere as they propped the folded tables up against the wall. Spencer then gave them orders to group up in different places on the floor.
'At least this guy is organized,' Danny thought as he sat down with Dash, Kwan and a few other kids he really wasn't affiliated with.
Most he recognized from Lancer's English class. In fact, this was Lancer's fifth period Junior class. Danny didn't know how Spencer was working, but he was grouping the kids by their classes. He wondered why.
"Oh man, we're going to die," Dash whimpered beside him.
"He's not going to shoot anyone," Danny said, watching the exits as the cronies blocked them with some of the tables. "Spencer can't stand the sight of blood. He nearly fainted in Bio when we were blood typing last month, and that was just a pin prick."
"Yeah, that's right," one of the girls spoke up, Ashley.
"But he still shot the gun off," said Kwan, shaking. "What's stopping him from getting out of control and killing us all?"
"There isn't," Danny said simply, "but he already shot off two bullets into the ceiling, so there should be at least three bullets left, hardly enough to kill sixty students. No, I would worry about the cronies. They look more in control then Spencer, they're the ones to worry about."
Danny saw the others looking at him with their mouths hanging open.
"My job isn't all cake," he said with a smirk. "Just follow my lead and don't panic, I'll try and get us out of this fast."
"And what do you plan on doing Fenton?" Dash asked with a sneer. "You can't even beat me when I wail on you."
"Ever think I just let you do it?" Danny said, his voice having a trace of annoyance in it.
He coughed up a blue mist that had been settling in the back of his throat for some time, but he just now noticed it.
"What was that?" Kwan asked, pointing at Danny's face.
"Our problems just got a whole lot worse."
Right on cue, a ghost phased through the ceiling and settled on the floor. Every girl began to scream and every guy with them, Danny was the only one silent. He hadn't seen this ghost before, but that didn't mean it had never heard of him. It was tall, resting on large black boots, army boots. His whole outfit fit the description of a US army general, he even carried that whip thing in his gloved hands. For some reason, this ghost reminded Danny of Walker.
"Excellent work," the thing smiled at the crowd, then turned to Spencer. "Did everything go according to plan?"
"Yes," Spencer said, a little uncertain of what to do now.
"Where is he?"
Spencer pointed to Danny's group and the ghost headed straight for them. Kwan squealed like a girl and fainted on the spot. The others were too scared to do anything but sit and watch as the powerful being came closer. The ghost stopped in front of Danny, its grin widening and the eyes glowing red behind the sunglasses.
Danny felt the pull of ghost energy as he was lifted from the ground and up to the ghost's height.
"Nice to finally meet Clockwork's apprentice," the war ghost said, his breath reeking of gun powder.
The ghost reached inside Danny's jacket, digging into the pocket that held his watch. The ghost grinned even more as Danny let him take it.
"Oh, this is nice," it said, sliding its finger over the D symbol on the front.
He opened the watch to see numbers and hands circling it hourly. The ghost's face was shocked, then it was enraged. It grabbed Danny by the front of his shirt and pulled him even more towards him.
"Where is it?!" he yelled.
"You don't think I carry the real one on me do you?" Danny asked, still amazingly calm. "You're even more of an idiot then Clockwork made you out to be, Dennis."
You never call a ghost by his given name. It was almost Ghost Zone law since it reminded a ghost of what he had left behind when he chose the life he now had. It was considered an insult to all ghosts to do so, and one of the higher insults at that—the type Walker used as an excuse to kill, but he did that with everything anyway.
Dennis was furious at the young Halfa and threw him into the wall—hard. There was a loud bang as Danny hit the brick wall and dust and grit flew up from the impact, blocking everyone else's view of what happened to the poor sap. Dennis closed his fist on the watch and crushed it into dust.
"Poor Fenton," Dash said, watching the dust float around the wall start to settle. "He was braver then I gave him credit for."
"What happened!?" Kwan woke up.
"I expected more of a fight," the war ghost shook his head.
"Look!"
Dash looked back up and saw a shadow standing in the dust. At the top, two green orbs peeked through the dirt, clearly seen by everyone in the room. They were even more startled to see Danny, still in one piece and standing, to be the owner of those eyes. Danny turned his head and his neck popped, as if it was suppose to be intimidating.
"Thanks," he said to the ghost with a grin. "I had the kink in my neck for a while. Now let's get down to business. What are you after?"