this story will be on delay for a while. as soon as finals are over i promise to continue...at least with something. maybe start a new story w/ static shock? yes. that's what ill do.
Disclaimer: don't own dp.
Dash: Another day, another twenty-four hours closer to a career of pumping gas.
Kwan: At least you'll have a job. Apparently, I'm gonna end up a hobo. I didn't even know they had hobos anymore!
Chapter Twelve
The ground still shook, but Jazz was grateful she was under a doorway. She held her head in her hands, still lying on her stomach, and waited for the shock to pass. The floor she was on stopped shaking, if only for the moment. Jazz Fenton looked up to see the other students in the gym doing the same as her. Danny was the first to remember she had fallen in the doorway.
"Jazz," he shouted. He began to run to her, but Jazz had already started to get up. She was like her brother in the respect that she did not want to seem weak in front of others. She held onto his arm as she stood up.
"Danny, what are all of you doing here?" she asked in a hushed whisper.
He looked around to see if anyone was close to hear. "There's ghost activity under the gym. Sam brought Valerie. Paulina, Dash, Kwan, and Star followed her, I guess," he said in her ear so no one could hear.
Danny's body tensed up, his eyes wide.
Jazz was nervous now. "Danny, what is it?" she asked him, still holding onto his arm.
"It's coming," he replied. His eyes were open so much they looked like sky blue saucers. He shook his head. Danny's hand came up to his head to hold it. "I can feel it, Jazz," he explained. "Another big quake is coming. I need to go ghost." With that he ran out of the gym. Jazz stood there wondering what he planned to do.
Danny quickened his pace as he ran through the halls. He needed a place to go ghost and fast. Aftershock was sending ghostly ripples through the ground. His ghost energy was listening to the shocks, like they were sending messages. It seemed to say Get out, quick; something will happen, but Danny shook it off. Ghosts can't talk through ecto-waves, he thought to himself.
He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't notice the overweight teacher casually standing in the hallway. Almost too conveniently it would have seemed, if Danny would have taken the time to notice.
"Gone With the Wind, Mr. Fenton," shouted Mr. Lancer. His bald head gleamed in the florescent lighting. "Where do you think you are going?"
Danny figured he had to lie to his teacher. This wasn't anything new; he had been lying to all of his teachers for over a year now…since the accident. Even so, Danny never did feel good about his actions, though. He knew the end justified the mean, but his conscience never was fully clear.
Danny began to fake a stomach sickness. He hunched over and grabbed his stomach. He moaned a little to complete the act. Danny looked up, hoping his blue eyes would connect with Mr. Lancer's. "Uhh," he moaned again. "I don't feel so well, Mr. Lancer.
The teacher held a questioning look, but couldn't have a student get sick in his hallways. They were hard enough to keep clean, what with all the ghost attacks. "Ok," the teacher complied. "Be sure to walk a little slower. There is not a marathon being run through this hallway."
Mr. Lancer continued to stare at Danny uncomfortably. The dark haired teen was the first of the two to break the gaze. His back relaxed a little, but he still held his stomach. "Thanks," he told his teacher.
He walked away from his teacher in the way of the bathroom. He thought he heard Mr. Lancer whisper something along the lines of "I'm sorry, Billy." Before he had time to question it, Danny felt two small probes touch him squarely in the back and electrocute him. Blackness surrounded his vision and he passed out in the hallway.
With Danny Fenton lying on his stomach in front of him, Mr. Lancer decided to pocket the Plasmius Maximus. Turning the dial to low was the last thing he could do to possibly help Danny. The overweight teacher looked around to see if anyone was watching this scene play out. He took the teenager by his ankles and dragged him to the closest classroom without large windows.
Danny didn't make a sound the entire time. He was unconscience. That thing really does work well, Mr. Lancer observed. He took the device out of his pocket. It was nothing more than a tiny black box with two probes. How it could pack such a punch, he would never know.
Finally deciding he had enough fun being Mr. Lancer the ghost changed formed. He turned to his natural shape: a faceless ghost, with staff and overcoat known to many by Amorpho. He wore the same blinking collar that Aftershock did.
He pushed one button that acted like a speaker. "My bargain's finished, boss," said Amorpho.
That same commanding voice replied back to Amorpho. "Very good," it said. The arrogant, condescending tone was ever more present than now. "Leave the boy there. You may return to me to get your neutralizer collar detached." Like a phone call, the voice hung up, signaling the end of the conversation.
Amorpho smiled. He could taste his very freedom now. He would worry about Danny Phantom later. Danny was a tough young man. He could take care of himself…hopefully.
alright. chapter 13s coming up. then a very long delay. sorry. happy holidays!