Here is Chapter Two! I told you reviews made me write faster. This is probably the fastest I've ever gotten around to writing something!! Not much happens…'til the end of the chapter. (evil laugh) Let me know how it is.
"What?" Jazz asked, confused.
"Oh, no, no, no, no, no…the—the—the soup I ate—lunch. Oh, no, I ate it. Green. No, no. The soup—look. No—no green!" he yelled frantically.
"Danny what are you talking about?"
"THIS SOUP'S NOT GREEN!"
"Danny, come on. Let's just calm down and talk slowly and rationally—"
"Calm? You expect me to be calm at a time like this? I'm gonna DIE!"
"Oh, Danny, you don't know that! Now, please, tell me what you are talking about. Why do you think you've been poisoned?"
Danny took a deep breath and tried to speak calmly, "I ate soup from this container for lunch. This soup isn't green. The soup I ate for lunch had a touch of green in it. Now, all of a sudden, I feel like passing out all the time. That's what Vlad must have been doing in my book bag. He must have poisoned me!"
Jazz tilted her head skeptically, "I don't know, Danny. That's not a lot of information to go on. Maybe your soup just turned green because it's going bad, and now you're getting sick."
"Then why isn't THIS soup green?" he shouted at her.
Jazz thought for a moment, then decided to cave into her brother's logic, "All right. I'll believe you. Maybe he did do something to your soup. What do you suggest we do about it?"
Danny closed his eyes and tried to think. Okay, don't panic. It'll only make you pass out. Now, who would know how to cure a poison?
"The Chemist…" he said softly.
"The Chemist? Isn't he the one who--?"
"Made a cure for the ecto-shot, yeah. He would know how to cure this."
"I don't know, Danny. How do you know he's not the one who made the poison in the first place?"
"I don't. In fact, he's probably the one who made it. But it was under Vlad's orders, I'm sure. He must have given the Chemist something to pay him…and my hair," He said in realization. "This poison must have been directed to me so they needed my DNA. All I've got to do is pay the Chemist something else he'll want and he'll give me a cure."
"I'm not so sure…"
"Well, do you know anyone else who knows cures to ghost poisons?"
"No," Jazz finally answered in defeat.
"Okay, then. Let's go get Sam and Tucker. We might need their help."
As they were heading out the door, Danny had to stop for a minute to lean on the door frame. His eyes were closed and he was holding his head.
"Danny…?"
"I'll be okay," Danny said weakly. I hope.
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"And you're completely sure about this?" Sam asked. They had all made it back to Danny's basement and the Ghost Portal was open and ready to go.
"No. But there is no other plan anyone can think of--," Tucker opened his mouth, "—that does not involve calling my parents, telling them I'm a ghost and getting them to try and make a cure—," Tucker's mouth closed, "—so this one is going to have to do."
Sam was still uneasy, "What if you get into trouble?"
Danny tried to give her a reassuring smile, "I can take care of myself, Sam. If I'm not back in 3 hours, you guys will come looking for me, okay? That's why you're here."
She hesitated, then nodded, still not comfortable with the situation.
"I can't risk taking you guys with me. I don't know who I may meet up with on the way and, no offense, but having you guys floating around behind me in the Specter Speeder might just get in my way."
Danny grabbed the handful of chemicals they had managed to gather from his parents' lab (making sure none were lethal), a few beakers, a radio, and a not-yet-working ecto-blaster. He didn't know what the Chemist would want for pay, and he figured none of that stuff would get anyone into any serious trouble.
"Okay, then. I'll see you guys later," Danny said, heading for the portal
"Wait!" Sam called.
"What?"
She hesitated, then went with, "Good luck," mentally kicking herself for not saying what she had really been trying to say.
Danny smiled at her, "Thanks."
And off he went.
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Danny was panting with exertion by the time he reached the Chemist's "house".
"Okay. I just have to go in, make a little trade, get the cure, and get out," he said to himself.
He knocked on the door three times and the door slowly opened.
"Yesssssss?" came a familiar, raspy voice.
Danny gulped, "It's me, Danny Phantom. Remember? Look, uh, I have reason to believe I've been poisoned and I have a feeling you might know what's in it and how to cure it, so…"
Suddenly, a net flew out of the Chemist's house and engulfed Danny.
"Hey!" he yelled and tried to break free, but it was to no avail. The net had ecto-energy around it and prevented ghosts—prevented him—from breaking through.
The Chemist came out of his dwelling, "Yessssss, of courssssssse I remember you. We have sssssome unfinished bussssinessssssss…" he said with an evil cackle, then reeled Danny in, the net still firmly wrapped around him, and shut the door.
Once more an evil stop. At least I thought it was evil. Then again, I know what's going to happen next and you don't so it might not be as suspenseful for you. As I said, please review! I love reviews/reviewers!!! The more I get the faster I write…usually…