Note: Make sure you read chapter 5 before chapter 6; I posted them at the same time, so MAKE SURE YOU'VE READ CHAPTER 5 BEFORE YOU START THIS ONE!!!!!!
Here it is…the FINAL CHAPTER! I know, even I wasn't expecting it to end so soon, but we must all let go of our beautiful plots eventually. ((sniff)) Now, maybe I can work on some other ones without the infamous, unfinished "Deception" clinging to my mind…
Hopefully the long-ness of this one makes up for the short-ness of the last 2. REVIEW, PLEASSSSSSSE!
Team Phantom had "parked" the Specter Speeder at a safe distance away from what they assumed (and hoped) was the Chemist's house. At least, it looked creepy enough and matched the coordinates Tucker had measured the radio-camera's transmission had come from.
"Okay, so you know the plan?" Jazz said, looking intently back and forth between Sam and Tucker.
"Yeah, yeah. You've only gone over it 25 times, Jazz. We get it. I'm still under the conviction that you girls worry too much," Tucker answered, as care-free as ever.
Sam, however, was not so laid-back. "Tuck, this is serious. Danny's life hangs in the balance. If we don't act this out just right, he could die."
This reminder gave Tucker a little more solemnity as Jazz pulled the Specter Speeder up to the front door of the Chemist's house.
All three stealthily climbed out of the vehicle and Sam slowly opened the door, wincing at the smallest creak.
The front room seemed humble enough. Nothing more than a chair and a carpet sat in the middle of the room. Jazz looked ahead and saw a light coming from somewhere deeper in the house.
"Come on, follow me!" she whispered authoritatively, and the three were one their way.
DPDPDPDPDPDPDPDPDPDP
Danny had managed to, in the past seven hours, sit up, but he was leaning on the bars of his cage and his chin rested on his chest, having not the energy to hold his head up. Thus, he heard rather than saw the Chemist enter the room.
"Ah, yesssss, the poison is taking its effect. Let'ssss see what you can do now, hm?"
Danny was surprised, though didn't have the energy to show it, when the Chemist came over to him and untied him from the ecto-rope.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Aren't you going to try to essssscape?" the Chemist taunted.
Darn right he was. Danny attempted to go intangible, but his heart beat faster when he realized that he couldn't. He physically couldn't control his ability to turn intangible anymore, and it scared him more than the torture and experiments the Chemist had been performing on him.
Then he heard the Chemist laugh. "You have lesssssss than an hour before your entire ghost half completely shutsssssss down, taking your human half with it. All of your ghost powersssss are now ineffective."
Danny's panic was rising as he realized that what the Chemist had said was true. His ghost-ray, ability to fly, everything was defunct.
"The infamoussssss halfa, Danny Phantom, isssss dying…and there'sssss nothing you can do about it," the Chemist cackled.
"But we can!" Danny heard a familiar voice at the door of the room and summoned all of his strength to lift his head and be sure he hadn't imagined it (as the injections had been causing him to do a lot lately).
Tears of joy formed in his eyes when he saw his sister and two best friends standing at the door, staring down the Chemist.
Ever the clichéd villain (he must have, Danny decided, watched too many superhero movies), the Chemist remained calm and simply smiled at the children.
"Oh? And what, exactly, do you plan to do?"
"We have the antidote. We're going to cure Danny," Jazz said, her heart racing, hoping her plan would work and that the Chemist was not an extraordinarily stupid villain by not having what she needed.
Another maniacal laugh escaped from the Chemist. "Go ahead," he said, gesturing for Jazz to administer the medicine to Danny.
Jazz gulped and took a hesitant step forward. She made her way to Danny and tilted his head gently to allow him to drink the medicine.
"Jazz, what's going on?" Danny managed to say weakly.
"Shhh," Jazz said calmly, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to emerge from seeing her brother in this condition. "I don't have time to explain. Just hold on a little while longer."
When he had downed all of the liquid, Jazz backed up and scowled at the Chemist.
"There! Now he'll get better and we'll all be able to defeat you and escape!"
The Chemist continued to snicker confidently. "I think not, girl. You sssssee, I discovered the transssssmitter device long before the ghossssst-boy awoke. I anticipated that he would turn it on and attempt to learn the ingredientsssss of the antidote, hoping sssssomeone would find them and sssssave him," he pulled out a small vial. "Thissss is the only vial of the cure in existence, and there isss no way possssssible that you can--,"
He was then flung across the room, having been hit by a blast of ectoplasm.
"I highly doubt that," Tucker said, holding his ecto-blaster in a confident manner.
Sam rushed forward to pick up the vial from where it had fallen to the floor. She began to run toward Danny, but was hit by a blast from behind.
"I don't think ssssso," The Chemist said, flying at her where she now lay on the ground.
But Tucker was too quick for him and was in front of Sam, protecting her, in a heartbeat. He held up his gun to the Chemist's head.
"Ah, ah, ah! One more step…er…float…and I won't hesitate to shoot," he said with more bravado than he knew he had.
"Tucker, I can't move!" Sam said, panicking.
Danny, who was being quiet to conserve his last 10 minutes of energy, butted in, "He's more powerful, now, since he experimented on me. It might be some new power or something…" Danny said, trailing off as he had expended his last bit of energy and promptly fainted, turning human in the process.
Jazz saw Danny's head loll forward and knew she had to do something. She rushed toward Sam and grabbed the antidote she still held in her hands and ran back to Danny, hoping she wasn't too late.
His breathing was now rapid and shallow and she prayed this antidote was, in fact, the real one as she had planned. She tipped the vial into Danny's mouth.
"NOOOOOO!!!!!" The Chemist yelled in frustration.
Judging by this show of irritation, Jazz assumed this really had been the antidote and was relieved to an extent that, thanks to her history with psychology, she could predict the actions of an evil ghost.
However, there was still the matter of seeing if Danny was going to be okay—both halves of him. She pulled him out of his cage (he was human now and could, therefore, be easily pulled right through the bars) and set him down, still unconscious, against the wall.
She threw the ecto-rope that had been lying on the floor of Danny's cage to Sam, who was now able to move, thanks to the Chemist's lack of concentration during his rage.
"Tie him up and throw him in the cage, Sam. We should…give him a taste of his own medicine," she said, smiling to herself at her ability to finally make a pun.
When the Chemist was securely locked in his cage (and his annoying mouth taped shut), Team Phantom rushed over to Danny, who began to moan as he awoke.
"Wh—what's going on?" he asked, his mouth dry and his entire body aching.
"You're safe now, Danny. We came and stopped the Chemist. He can't hurt you, anymore," Sam said, tears forming in her eyes at the mere thought of what Danny had gone through.
Realization dawned on Danny, "Did it work? The antidote?"
Jazz eyed him worriedly, "I don't know, Danny. You're obviously not dead, but how's your ghost half?"
"Yeah, you're the one who would know, Danny. Did it work?" Tucker asked anxiously.
Danny looked to the ground, then a thought struck him and an evil grin spread across his face, "Only one way to find out."
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Vlad Masters was standing outside of his mansion, checking that he had all of the supplies he needed. An ecto-blaster, his modified version of the ecto-skeleton, weapons of various uses and sizes; yep, everything that was necessary for the seizing of Amity Park and Maddie Fenton. It should be easy now that the 24 hours was up and he could be sure that the town's protector was out of the way.
Or so he thought.
He realized he was wrong as he flew across his front lawn and landed 15 feet away—blasted by an ghost-ray.
He lay on his lawn as Danny Phantom flew up to him, a confident smirk on his face.
"Not quite what you were expecting, huh?"
"No! It's not possible! How?!?" Vlad growled.
"That's what it's like to have friends, Vlad. They can help you in your time of need. Not that you would know anything about that."
Vlad merely sat on the ground, unable to believe that his beautiful plans had, once again, failed him.
"Well played, Daniel…" Vlad said, unable to think of a retort for his previous statement.
Danny began to fly away, certain that Plasmius would cancel his plans of the seizure of Amity Park knowing his rival was once again in his way, then turned around, unable to resist having the last word.
"Oh, and by the way, Vlad. I hope that last blast left a mark for which you will NEVER find a cure!"
THE END
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