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Danny walked away from Tucker's house and toward his own. The day had not been an easy one, what with the Box Ghost, that pop quiz at the end of the day, and a few other things, and he wanted nothing more than to go home, watch some mindless TV, and relax for the rest of the evening. Of course, he would have to get something over with first. His father.
As he walked toward his house, he felt a cold wind cut through his body. He spun around, and saw nothing. I must be getting paranoid. He thought, though he could have sworn that heard the click of a camera. Forgetting it, he walked inside.
A dark set of eyes watched him enter. The person in question put his camera away, and walked off.
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"Danny!" Jack Fenton yelled as his son entered the room. He was holding a strange looking eyepiece.
"Yeah?" Danny asked.
"I have a new invention!" Jack proclaimed. "I call it the Specter Scanner. It should be able to gauge the power level and some of the special abilities of any ghost it looks at."
"Power level?" Danny asked. "What does that even mean?"
"Well, it's a number that displays the power of each ghost it looks at. Trouble is, I don't have a rating system for it yet." Jack replied. Danny rolled his eyes. This was typical of his father, he invented things that he had no idea what to do with on a daily basis.
He started to head upstairs, when he noticed something on the TV in the next room. He saw the words 'the Phantom Thief' on the screen.
"In other news, several banks, jewelry stores, and, oddly, pizza places, have been robbed by seemingly ghostly means. As present, the police have identified town hero Danny Phantom as the prime suspect. On another note of this story, ghost hunting group Guys in White have announced that they are temporarily halting all investigations in Amity Park due to an internal problem that they cannot reveal for security reasons." The news anchor continued babbling on about something about terrorism, but Danny didn't hear it. He ran up the stairs into his room, grabbed a lamp at his bedside, and slammed it into the floor.
"Every freaking time something goes wrong in this town, they blame me!" he yelled at no one in particular. "I save these jerks lives multiple times, and they repay me by blaming me for every random ghost related attack! That's it, I'll just-"
But before he could finish, he turned and saw Jazz standing in the doorway, with a sad look on her face. Danny sighed.
"Look, Jazz, I'm sorry, but I need to get some stuff out of my system." He apologized.
Jazz smiled sadly. "You don't deserve this." She said. "Don't worry, eventually people will start to see you for who you really are. You just need to work a little harder."
Danny nodded glumly. "I just wish there was like, a scoreboard or something. It'd be nice to know how long it would take."
Sadly, their conversation could continue no further. Neither Danny nor Jazz could ignore the explosion that they heard outside. It sounded like someone outside was throwing cars.
"Danny," Jazz started to say. "I know…" Danny mumbled. He closed his eyes. Two rings of white light formed around his chest. They traveled opposite directions across his body, transforming him as they did.
Amity Park's hated hero
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Danny was shocked by what he saw as he flew out the window. From the look of things, someone was throwing cars. Several police cars lay around the street, some on fire. One person stood in front of them. He wore a black, slightly shredded jacket, what looked like boots that a biker would wear, and a pair of fingerless gloves. His black hair hung down to his shoulders, his skin was pail, and his irises were a piercing red. Danny could tell that he was responsible for the wreck. Mostly because he was laughing.
"That's right, ye bloody yanks! Ya want some more? I got more than you can take!" He spoke with an accent that tore at the ears the way any lower class British accent would. As he spoke, Danny noticed that he had fangs. But he was done observing. He leapt into the air and flew at the terrorist, pounding him in the face. The fact that this was essentially the ultimate running punch sent the boy in black hurtling across the street, smashing through a wall. The boy stood up, clearly annoyed.
"Oh, lookit, the cavalry has arrived. Kid, you are so far out of your league that you missed the ball by seven miles!"
"Oh, ha ha," Danny laughed sarcastically. "Who writes your material, Dash?"
"I dunno, those stupid gits at the bank seemed pretty sure that banter was yours." The boy replied cockily.
Danny seethed with rage. "You're the jerk who's been framing me? Why?"
"A bloke's got ta eat, don't he?"
"A. You were robbing banks. B. You're a ghost. Ghosts don't need to eat."
"A ghost?!" the boy seethed. "You think I'm a- oh, drop it. Regardless of what I've done, you just sent me through a wall, so I owe you a beatin'!" He them picked up a piece of brick from the wall and flung it at Danny. However, though the brick was going faster than any thrown brick should go, it was no threat to Danny. He went intangible and let it float right through. Sadly, this seemed to bring a smile to the stranger's face.
"That stunt," he said aloud, "just gave my a smashing idea." Suddenly, it seemed as if his body was collapsing into mist. This mist split into four pieces and flew at Danny, coiling around his arms and legs. For some strange reason, he couldn't move! Against his will, Danny's left fist began repeatedly punching himself in the head.
"Quit hittin' y'self, quit hittin' y'self!" The boy's voice echoed over the noise.
But Danny hadn't gone through all that he had to be stopped like this. He charged the ectoplasm around his body and exploded it in all directions. The mist fell from his body, reforming into the boy. But he wasn't finished yet. He charged up at Danny, and the two began exchanging blows.
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A ghostly vulture watched the fight from the roof.
"Would Vlad want to hear about this?" He said to himself. "Oy vey, what am I saying, of course he does! But I should watch this to the end, just to be safe." He continued observing.
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Danny was amazed. He was trying everything he knew, but this bizarre boy was overpowering him. It made no sense; it wasn't like he was any more powerful. Throughout the fight, Danny had seen him use a red blast from his palm that he assumed was ectoplasm, but it wasn't any stronger than his. Then it hit him. This kid wasn't fighting the same way as Danny. The way his limbs were moving left little doubt.
He knew Kung Fu.
"Ya ready to beg yet, pup?" The kid yelled at him. But Danny had one trick left, his ace in the hole. The Ghostly Wail.
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I seemed that the battle had two observers. The other was watching from an alleyway.
Charade observed the ghostly wail blast the boy-and most of the street- into oblivion.
"Amazing." He mumbled. "If the ghost boy is capable of that, I may need to think this through a little more. And the other….."
The government spook laughed. He knew just what he was looking at, and he knew how to take it down.
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The boy hit the ground. Hard.
He began to panic. Looks like I got just one last chance. He pulled what looked like a huge, purple pocket watch out of his jacket. It had three keyholes on it, forming a triangle. Please, just this once, work! He pushed down a button on the top of the device. One of the keyholes lit up.
"Blast it!" he yelled. He shot into the air, and seemed to shoot away into the night sky.
Danny stared after him, grinding his teeth. They would just have to keep fighting till one of them was defeated. And he would make sure it was his ghost…..or whatever it was.
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The boy practically crashed into the yard of the old house as he landed. He felt his power shutting down.
"Damn." He mumbled. "Owen, what have you gotten into this time?"
"So Owen is you name." A voice hissed behind him. Own spun around to see a tall man in a black suit with white hair.
"And you are?" He asked rudely.
"Oh, cheesecake, I forgot to introduce myself." The man laughed. "My name is Vlad Masters, and I think we're going to get along just great."
Okay, that's the second chapter. If you like it, please read and tell your friends to read. I must have reviews!!