Hey guys! Well, I managed to put the whole fight in one chapter. :) Enjoy.

I don't own DP.

Chapter 4: Fight for the cameras.

When a hunter waits for his prey he waits for hours upon hours with unwavering patience…

When you're 14, don't have a music player of some sort, and probably could've gone without two extra spoonfuls of sugar in your cereal that morning... Five minutes of waiting can seems impossible. Let alone the 7 I had to wait for the radio station debut!

I spent the whole time staring at my watch as I counted the seconds that passed, and enjoyed the irony of my situation. Hey, not even I'd ever thought one day I'd actually want a ghost to show up and fight.

By 4:59pm, I briefly wondered if my watch was fast. I thought about using my Ghost Sense to look for Ember, but discarded the thought instantly.

Ember isn't the fastest flyer I've ever faced by a long shot, but she had, and still has, one of the best (and most dramatic) teleporting abilities I've ever seen, save for Wolf. So I knew Ember would (literally) arrive out of the blue. So when dealing with her, it's always a good idea to let my normal ghost sense take over. Even though normal really isn't a fitting word for me…

I fazed back through the roof as the crowd began to shout and hold up sings up to the APGS windows. Nobody I knew was there, but I wouldn't be surprised if a few kids from my school were present.

I descended till my feet were only a yard or two off the ground and carefully remembered to stay invisible and intangible. Hey, the news-cameras may love me, but that doesn't mean I love them.

As I floated, my phone confirmed that it was five o'clock by vibrating. I pulled my cell phone out and turned the screen visible on it's own.

"No sign you? -Sam"

"No sign you? –TF"

These messages have been routine for a while now. Jazz had made me text in every hour on the hour when I went ghost hunting. Tuck, Sam, and I adopted the system ourselves, and now each of us sends a text message hourly during a hunt. Using this method: we keep track of each other and prevent anyone from going missing unnoticed for long.

I considered texting them back the same message…Even though I really didn't know if Ember would show up or not. I glanced around a little and felt a tingle build up in my chest. I blinked and then gasped. My Ghost-Sense had arrived, finally! That meant I had seconds before I got a visual on the ghost. I quickly pressed the 'panic' button Tuck had installed on my phone. This would send an automatic distress message to Sam and Tucker while my phone's GPS would kick in and send my location straight to Tucks PDA.

While I floated there, I half-hoped it was Ember. If the Box Ghost showed up one more time, I swore he'd get the beating of his afterlife…On the other hand I didn't want Ember around all those people.

I kept sharp enough to barely notice a small fog as it formed on the shield's invisible surface. It wasn't half a second before it became a dense blue flame that danced on the shield.

When Ember was thrown out of the flame I cringed. She hit the ground face first making a creator in the broken tiles.

I briefly recalled one time when I hit an invisible ghost shield head on at about a 120 MPH. Since then I've gained the skill to sense shields before I hit them, but I still felt sorry that she took a hit like that.

I had to give her credit, that really showed her skill in her trade. Not even Vlad can pull out of teleportation like that. It's almost impossible if you're right in the middle of the action.

Now this is where the chaos really started cooking. Since everyone was crowded around the windows, the flames erupted above, and in a few cases, behind them. Ghosts were on every one's mind but fire is a fear imprinted into all living beings.

Was it simply a run from a ghost fight? Well, it turned into a mass panic that had no concern for the people in or around itself. In fact: more then 90% of ghost related injuries are always the result of trying to get away from the fight, not from getting in the cross-fire.

I slipped my phone into my pocket and tightened the Fenton-Thermos's belt on my shoulder. It was either going to be easy (because she probably felt like she'd been hit by a semi-truck) or it was going to be very hard (She was extremely ticked.)

I became visible and landed in a fighting stance. Ember was getting up and I didn't want her target to be anybody, but me.

Her hair and makeup were comically messed up. I would've laughed and given my input of a sarcastic comment, had she not been practically growling at me.

She stood straight up, leaned back, pulled her guitar from her back, and struck a destructive chord at me. I dodged and let the mass off energy fly by me, and into the adjacent store.

My ears were sharp and alert, so it wasn't hard to tell that the windows weren't the only glass item that was broken. More and more screaming came from what sounded like the entire mall. I had to ignore them in favor of any warnings I could pick up from Ember's movements.

I flew at Ember and blew her a punch in the gut. The punch knocked her up and off her feet for about ten yards. As she tried to gain her balance I flew up to her at half my full speed and hit her torso again.

The next time, I focused my energy on forcing her up and thought the roof. A fight in the sky would be a lot more convenient and hopefully, a lot less messy.

I followed her up and through the roof. When I was high above the mall, I struck a mid-air fighting stance and put up my guard. Ember had regained her balance and floated about twenty yards in front of me.

"You just picked the wrong time to mess with me Dipstick!" she hollered.

"And you just picked the wrong dipstick to mess with!" I hollered back.

I flew at her to try another punch. But as the saying goes: fool me once shame on me, fool me twice shame on you, try and fool me a third time and buddy, you're asking for it.

Ember struck another chord at me. I reacted immediately by pulling up an iron-shield to deflect it. I actually felt as the attack hit my shield with enough force to fold me over my shield, head over heels. I didn't predict that the Destructive chord would hit me so low.

I face planted onto my own shield and heard the weakened mass of energy hit somewhere on the ground.

Ember laughed, "What's the matter Dipstick? All outta ballet practice?"

I groaned but didn't retort. No doubt that ten minutes after I put her back in the zone, my little slip-up would be the talk among the ghosts…

As I pushed off my shield and let it dissolve, Ember snarled at me. She seemed to enjoy mocking me like that.

I flew in a serpentine pattern as I tried to dodge and fire ghost rays simultaneously. 'How can she be so strong when there isn't any chanting around?' I wondered.

My thoughts betrayed me and Ember landed another successful hit with the body of her guitar. She knocked me completely out of the air and towards street. I hit the ground hard.

I managed to push myself up high enough to get a grip on some upturned asphalt long enough to shake off my injuries. I looked straight to the skies for Ember and noted that there were still a few people in the streets.

I almost yelled at them to leave however, they were completely fixated on Ember. Speaking of witch, she was headed at me for a ground-pound. I jumped out of her way just before her feet hit the ground and deepened the creator.

I corkscrewed, landed, let my hands glow green, and my eyes glow pale blue. That's when the little birdie put the pieces together for me. All of the people fixated at her were teenagers! She was gaining her power from everyone she hypnotized back at Casper!

I gulped, "Nice job Ember. Finally decided to trade in the adoring fans in favor of the petrified zombie-following?"

She grinned at me and held her guitar at the ready, "As a matter of fast yes; with them quiet, my music can ring loud and clear!" She struck a power chord at me and to my horror, a few teens behind me.

I duplicated instantly into three Phantoms. I sent the two duplicates to aid three petrified teens in harms way. Mikey was one of them as I found out from the mental link I shared with my duplicates. The duplicates grabbed all three and flew them away from the battle.

Quicker then Clockwork can blink, the two of them decided to start clearing the area of other teens…

It felt like time slowed down as the destructive chord screamed directly towards me at a faster and more powerful level then the first two. I knew that I couldn't allow the stores behind me to get blasted.

Besides, I had a new trick up my sleeve I was curious about, and Ember had enough bad luck to be the first ghost to get in its' way.

I inhaled, let my shoulders relax, and my chest expand. Then I leaned slightly forward, squeezed my eyes shut, and took my most stable stance. Only just seconds before Ember's attack rang-two…

THROMM!

Ember never saw that coming. With my eyes shut, I could easily see the visual intake of one of my Phantom duplicates. I got a bird's eye view of my vocal attack as it creamed the destructive chord into non-existence, as if it wasn't even in its' path at all.

And it didn't stop there, it hit Ember head on and blew her back towards the mall. My duplicate lost sight of her at that point, but he, and the other flew into the building to look for innocent bystanders in harms way.

I noted from a duplacate's vision that everyone woke up dazed but otherwise completely unharmed, unlike me. I focused on sensing my body from head to toe for injuries. My nose was bloody, I had a few cuts, and sore back, but nothing that wouldn't heal in two days maximum.

I opened my eyes and severed the mental link between my duplicates and me. From what I could hear, Ember was either out of action or gone completely.

As expected and dreaded, my attack didn't blow down buildings and flatten the field like my Ghostly wail would've done. But the destruction was still present. I floated up and flew into the mall passing the cracked buildings, street, and sidewalk. I flew through a spot where a wall used to occupy. Then past that, and discovered my attack had knocked through the second wall, and forced Ember through the third.

I kept flying onward while gently rubbing my throat. Despite how much less energy and force I had to use for that attack. It was still derived from my Ghostly-Wail, and as such, it hurt my throat just the same.

As I flew up, my duplicates to form a mid-air triangle. We instantly exchanged thoughts and statuses. Both of them were in good shape and would last for a while. They had also cleared the area of people, but still hadn't checked the place where Ember crash-landed.

I turned, and with my clones, I started to search the rubble. To my relief, the APGS station took very little damage. The shield seemed to be down for the moment, possibly short-circuited.

Despite the small amount of damage done to the station, I couldn't help but cringe at what people would say about it…

My clones had been searching for Ember when one of them succeeded and pinpointed her location. I flew with my other duplicate towards the spot where he (my duplicate) called.

We arrived and lined up side by side above her. She was in a hibernating state, which ghosts slip into when they take too much damage, or loose too much energy. That meant she was harmless for the moment, and wouldn't wake up for a while.

I pulled my thermos out from behind me to give to one of my duplicates. It was damaged during the fight, so he'd have to fixit and use it on Ember soon. My other duplicate was allowed to wander freely to examine the damage to the station in greater detail. He confirmed to me, that the shield was out just before I flew to the front of the station. I thought I'd heard people coming back in.

I arrived and floated in place. I casually looked to my left when-"Danny Phantom!" I would've looked directly at the shouter, but one of my clones painfully forced a thought and image into my head. My eyes widened, "NO!"

See you next Sunday and Merry Christmas!