Dawn broke across the sky of Amity Park; instead of the green sunlight streaming through the windows to wake Danny up, it casted his shadow across the end zone of the football field. Despite needing rest to recuperate, Danny had a restless night's sleep as his mind kept processing all the information he had been told by his family. One thought above all though which prevented him from sleeping, was the mysterious object on the field which he had been told was important twice. And now he knew why; it was a memorial statue. To be specific, it was Mr Lancer's memorial statue. Danny had actually recoiled slightly, as its resemblance to the one created when Danny's family and he had died as a result of the Nasty Burger exploding was uncanny. Though this time, the plaque read: GONE, BUT NOT FORGOTTEN. Danny couldn't help the small smile creeping onto his face as he was happy that his teacher was finally given the appreciation he deserved, but it was dismissed just as quickly at the price Mr Lancer had to pay in order to achieve it. Fighting back the urge to cry, Danny was about to leave when he noticed there were more words scribbled under the plaque. Kneeling down, Danny's eyes widened when he realised they were names; almost a hundred names had been crudely scratched onto the statue. Some were illegible, but Danny's stomach twisted when he saw names he recognised. This time, Danny's willpower crumbled as the tears began to flow freely.
"Danny?" A voice abruptly asked from behind him. Instinctively, Danny turned invisible and lit his hands up with ecto-energy as he faced another person wearing a balaclava and ski mask. The person continued to stare straight at where they knew he was standing.
"Danny?" They asked again, Danny now registering that the voice was female. "Is that you?" Slowly, the person reached up to remove their face gear and Danny came face to face with another one of his classmates. Danny allowed the energy in his hands to dissipate as he dropped his invisibility and lowered his hood.
"Valerie." He said, gazing upon his ex-crush. The two stood like that, staring at one another until Valerie suddenly rushed forwards and enveloped Danny in a strong hug.
"I'm glad to see you're ok Ghost Boy." Valerie whispered.
"Me too Val." Danny said. "Me too."
"You've grown I see." She said, pulling away, her eyes red as she inspected Danny's broad frame. "And got some new clothes."
"I can say the same for you." Danny said, smiling. "The clothes anyway. Not so much the growing." Valerie slapped his arm as she chuckled.
"Enough of that." She said, then gesturing to her attire. "But yeah, I'm on one of the R&R teams. I just got back half an hour ago when I heard stories of Phantom saving a mother and daughter, and then again with another R&R team. Still got the hero complex even after a year then?"
"Yeah." Danny said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I suppose I have. It's only been two months for me though."
"Figures as much." Valerie said. "I knew you wouldn't have been gone so long without a good reason. Any ideas as to why you're a year late?"
"I don't even know where to begin." Danny said, sighing. "The portals sealing themselves off may have affected Clockwork's when he sent me back. But only the Ancients have enough power to do that. Then again, maybe Clockwork purposely delayed my return; if so, there must be a reason as to why he's done that." Whilst Danny was mumbling to himself, Valerie just looked on with a confused expression.
"You do realise I have no idea who the 'Ancients' or this 'Clockwork' are, right?" She asked.
"Sorry," Danny said. "It's a long story. Basically, Clockwork is the Master of Time, and the Ancients are, well. Actually, I have no idea who they are. They're effectively the Rulers of the Ghost Zone and are ridiculously powerful." Once again, Valerie just stared at Danny, but with a look of worry rather than confusion.
"It's a good thing I've got a truce with the ghosts then." She said. "I don't think I would like to get on the wrong side of them."
"You're not wrong." Danny said, stealing a glance back to the statue, which didn't go unnoticed by Valerie.
"He was very brave." She said, taking his arm. "Come on. Let's go inside. We can carry on talking whilst I give you the grand tour."
"Hey Val? Can I ask you something?" Danny said as they came up to the Gymnasium.
"What's on your mind?" She asked.
"I was just wondering why you don't hate me."
Valerie chuckled. "Straight to the point I see." Danny shrugged.
"I've done enough procrastinating to last me a lifetime." Danny said.
"Fair point." She said. "But to answer your question, I don't hate you. I thought I did for a while, but when all the facts are staring you in the face, it's hard to keep lying to yourself."
"Facts?" Danny asked.
"Yeah," confirmed Valerie. "Finding out Vlad was half ghost when we rescued Dani, then finally realising her human form was the spitting image of yours. Then after you revealed yourself, I went back and checked all the old news footage of the robberies and the whole thing with the previous mayor."
"Let me guess, you noticed the red eyes?"
"Yeah." Valerie said guiltily. "Sorry I kept trying to shoot you."
"Let bygones be bygones. It was good exercise." Danny said, smiling as they reached the double doors leading to the Gymnasium. "Let's get back to the tour. What's in the Gym?"
"This is where we whip everyone into shape." Valerie said, opening the doors. The entire room had been split into two; the first half was that of the Gym Danny remembered before he left, but the other half was a stark contrast. It had been set up like a military rifle range with a selection of different sized dummies and at different distances. Each of them was humanoid in shape and had glowing green targets on their foreheads and chests. When Danny asked about this, Valerie just shrugged.
"Those are the targets we aim for when going against them." She said. "Getting shot in the chest causes them to stumble around for a bit and become dazed. When they get shot in the head, they're knocked out for about an hour, but it can vary from time to time."
"Wait, so you don't kill them?" Danny asked, surprised, but also relieved. The three times he had encountered whatever they were, he had been careful as to not cause more harm than necessary. He still felt guilty when he had punched one of their arms off, despite it not even realising that had happened.
Valerie scoffed. "Of course we don't. What do you take us for?" Danny answered with silence, knowing full well that what he could say could damage any form of friendship he was forming with Valerie. Valerie took one look at Danny and knew instantly what was running through his mind.
"Sorry," she said, having the good grace to look sheepish. "We've done a lot of growing up since before all that Disasteroid business. We don't kill them because that would make us exactly like them. Once we start down that slippery slope, it would get harder to draw the line."
Danny gave an approving nod at Valerie's confession. "Very mature of you guys."
"It also doesn't help that there will always be cases where we end up facing ones we know, and killing them wouldn't sit right with anyone." Valerie said. "But…"
"Don't 'but' me Val." Danny said, turning to face her. "'But' is one small step away from 'well', and the last time someone said that to me, I found out that my dad lost half of one of his legs. Even though he prefers the substitute, that's completely beside the point. Tell me what's going on." Valerie gave Danny a sad look before talking again.
"Let's walk some more. There are some things you need to know."
"Basically," Valerie began as the duo left the Gymnasium. "There are two, issues, that you have to prepare yourself for when living here. And no, I don't just mean your random disappearance and inexplicable reappearance."
"It can't get much worse than that, can it?" Danny asked, as once again they passed a couple of people who actively avoided meeting Danny's eyes, causing him to sigh once more.
"They'll forgive you in time." Valerie reassured him, before her tone of voice turned to one of exasperation. "But these two things I reckon are permanent. At least for the foreseeable future."
"Go on then," Danny said, slightly perturbed by the change in tone. "Hit me with them."
"The first one is the army." Valerie said. Danny couldn't help but notice the way she said it; almost as if the word left a bitter aftertaste.
"I'm surprised an army still exists." Danny said honestly, failing to see why they would be an issue.
"Believe me, we wish they didn't."
"What's wrong with them?" Danny asked. "Surely they're helping?"
"That depends on your definition of 'helping'." Valerie said angrily. "If you mean 'helping' in the traditional sense of the word, the answer would be no. If you mean it in what the Guys in White saw themselves as doing, then the answer would be yes."
Danny's jaw dropped. "You can't be serious?"
"Deadly." Valerie said through gritted teeth. "They come every month or so, but it's never a pleasant visit."
"What do they do?" Danny asked apprehensively.
"Just to be clear, not all of them are assholes." Valerie said. "Just most of them. They use their own guns, with actual bullets." Then it dawned on Danny.
"They kill them, don't they?"
"Sadistically." Valerie confirmed. "They take great pleasure in killing as many as possible, and then bragging about it afterwards; paying no heed to the fact that they could have gunned down somebody's loved one."
Definitely like the Guys in White, Danny thought, becoming angry himself before confusion set in. "Doesn't sound like the army I remember though."
"That's because they're not. New President, new army." Valerie said.
"New President?" Danny asked disbelievingly. "What happened to the old one? Everyone loved him."
"I know what you mean." Valerie said reminiscently. "But apparently, he was only fit for a time of peace, so to speak. But now, as peace is a thing of the past, a new President was seen as being needed. One that isn't exactly a nice guy." Danny suddenly got a terrible feeling.
"Please tell me it's not Erikson?"
Valerie stopped to look at Danny. "How did you know that?"
"Great," Danny said, face palming. "Just great."
"You know the guy?"
"I know him alright. He was head of the Secret Service and he didn't like Clockwork or me when I was meeting the ex-President. So he probably really hates those things out there more so than most people."
"And most of the army feel the same way." Valerie said as they resumed walking. "I'm sure your parents or Jazz has said there are a few ghosts stranded on this side?"
"Yes?" Danny queried.
"Well, whenever the army stay, they take it upon themselves to liberate our armoury of some weapons and start attacking them."
"They what?" Danny asked outraged, his eyes flashing radioactive green, startling Valerie.
Valerie held her hands up. "Hey, we don't agree with it Danny. We actually like, to a certain extent, the ghosts we have here. We always make sure our armoury is locked tight, but that doesn't stop the army from trying. They've not done any real damage, but it pisses the ghosts off to no end, causing them to become reluctant when we ask them for help."
"Well now I'm really looking forward to meeting them." Danny said with a hint of malevolence in his voice. Valerie couldn't blame him.
"You'll have your chance sooner than you think." Valerie said, wondering what the teen was planning. "They're due a visit in the next couple of days."
"How long do they stay for?" Danny asked, his mood thoroughly soured now.
"Only for a few days at a time, which is a small mercy I suppose." Valerie said. "They only come with updates and get ecto-filters if needed, but tension and hostility is pretty much a guarantee whilst they're here."
"Typical." Danny said. "Does everyone feel like that towards them?"
"Most of us." Valerie said. "Like I said, not all the army are like that. There's probably half a dozen of them who are actually quite pleasant to be around." Danny had a sneaking suspicion there was something Valerie wasn't telling him. Since being in the Ghost Zone, Clockwork had trained him to develop his perceptive skills to allow Danny to read enemy body language to determine what they're about to do next; from the way Valerie was talking to him, he could tell she was hiding something. However, before he could question her, they had come to the Library where Danny could hear talking from within.
"Er, Val?" Danny asked. "What are we doing at the Library?"
"I told you there were two issues." Valerie said, gesturing towards the door. "Welcome to issue number two."
Pushing the doors open softly, they entered the Library to something Danny would never have expected to see. The curtains had been drawn and the whole room was lit candles; coupled with this was the thick scent of incense being burned, giving the room a sort of an eerie and mystical feeling. Tables had been lined up to make a series of makeshift pews and multiple large books had been stacked on top of each other to create the general shape of an altar. Stood behind the altar was a boy, who appeared to be no older than Danny; it was he was talking to about a dozen people sat in the pews, who were listening intently. Just as Danny was about to move forwards, Valerie grasped his arm tightly.
"Don't." She whispered. "It would be better if he didn't see y…us." Danny noticed the slipup, but didn't comment. He would ask her later. Instead, he turned them both invisible and walked forwards. The teen was of medium build with short blonde hair. His face, to Danny, could be argued as being friendly but his brown eyes were more than off putting; they would switch from being filled with life and passion one moment, to being cold and dead the next.
"And this shall be the plague with which the Lord will strike all the peoples that wage war: their flesh will rot while they are still standing on their feet, their eyes will rot in their sockets, and their tongues will rot in their mouths." He said exuberantly, holding his arms out in the air, captivating his audience. "Those lost souls out there, wandering aimlessly and giving in to the temptation of the damned is the Lord's test. His test, to weed out the faithless, and to reward the faithful." Danny just continued to look on in confusion at what he was witnessing, Valerie had a look of contempt and those sat in the 'pews' looked to be entranced by anything and everything the boy was saying.
"We must take this opportunity to throw off the shackles of Evil and repent." The boy continued.
"Repent." The room repeated in low voices.
"Come on Danny." Valerie whispered. "He's giving me a headache already." Despite being invisible, Danny nodded. Grasping Valerie's arm, Danny floated off the ground, and headed towards the door, turning intangible to go through it. Landing on the other side, Danny released his invisibility and let go of Valerie.
"Well that was an interesting sixty seconds." Danny said, glancing back to the Library door before facing Valerie. "Mind telling me what that was about? And why would it be better if he didn't see me."
Valerie's eyes widened. "How?"
Danny sighed and pointed to his ear. "Hyper sensitive hearing Val. There's not much I don't hear. Explain."
"That kid's name is Paul." Valerie explained, the disdain in her voice returning. "I suppose you could call him the local 'Priest'. And the others were most of his 'congregation'."
"You make it sound like a cult." Danny stated.
"Might be too strong a word." Valerie said, as she struggled to formulate the right way to phrase it. "People deal with shock and loss in different ways, as is their right as human beings. We each put our faith in something that helps us face each new day as it comes. Paul happens to offer a religious outlet in which around twenty people here have found comfort in."
"So why the animosity towards him?" Danny asked confused. "Sounds like he's doing something helpful and supportive here."
"He was to begin with. Most of his group were the most troubled when they came here; either always starting fights or becoming extremely recluse. He helped them in more ways than one. But there's only so much religion you can take having preached at you on a daily basis." Valerie said. "And boy does he like to preach. Constantly saying how this is all God's wrath, all this is happening because we have sinned and that we should embrace 'His' will."
"Why does that sound more threatening than it should?" Queried Danny, wondering to himself whether or not this Paul character was a threat to those around him.
"He's harmless enough, but he has been known to start arguments and the odd fight around here over choice in beliefs." Valerie said. "He's more talk than anything. But as he is seen as being a help to certain individuals, some of his discrepancies are overlooked."
"Sounds like a recipe for disaster personally." Danny said, taking another glance towards the Library.
"You're not wrong there." Valerie confirmed, who began to walk again, gesturing Danny to follow.
"But what did you mean it would be best if he didn't see me?" Danny asked, making a point not to look at people they passed in the corridor; it was getting later on in the morning now and more people were emerging from their slumber. Danny noticed the look of discomfort on Valerie's face but he wasn't about to let the matter drop; being stuck with Clockwork's incessant riddles and cryptic answers for two months had caused Danny to become quite obstinate. "Tell me Valerie."
Valerie sighed and her shoulder's slumped. "You remember what I was like before everything happened with Dani? As in my attitude towards ghosts, but er, specifically you?"
"Yes." Danny stated bluntly, causing Valerie to flinch. Danny hadn't meant to sound harsh but he was getting annoyed at her evasiveness.
"Paul is much worse." She finally said. "He has a malicious vendetta against them which could rival mine against you. Despite having no qualms about how they aid in saving lives and helping us survive, he still views them as monsters that need to be destroyed. He makes no secret that he hates them, but he will always make sure none of them are within earshot when he does so. There's also a rumour going around that he's the one helping the army get access to the armoury, but we've yet to get proof." Danny's eyes had flashed green in anger when Valerie said 'monsters'.
"Sounds like a wonderful chap." Danny said, his words dripping with sarcasm. "I'll be looking forward to speaking with him as well."
"'Chap'?" Valerie asked. "Have you already spoken to the Doc?" Her words caused memories of talking to Jack to stir.
"His first name wouldn't happen to be George, would it?" Danny asked.
"I'll take that as a no." Valerie said. "Looks like he's our next port of call. And yes, his first name is George, but we know him as the Doc. He operates out of the Nurse's Office."
It took the two of them twenty minutes to walk to the Nurse's Office on the other side of the school. By which point, the corridors were more alive with people going about their daily business. Despite trying to ignore their looks or glares, Danny could still hear their mutterings and murmurs long after they had passed them. Upon reaching the door, Danny had decided that he preferred the company of ghosts over the humans who roamed these halls, present company excluded. Even with the revelation of Valerie's epiphany about Danny, he was still in a bad mood.
"This is where I leave you Danny." Valerie said. "I need to attend a debriefing before getting some breakfast and then sleep." Danny's sour mood was instantly replaced with one of guilt.
"I'm sorry if I kept you up Val." Danny said apologetically, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Don't worry." Valerie said, smiling once more since she first saw him. "It was my pleasure. I'll catch you later." With that, she gave Danny one more quick hug before turning on her heels and walked back down the corridor they had just come from. Turning to face the door fully, Danny knocked on the door, only to be met with silence.
Just as he about to knock once more, Danny heard a jovial voice from within. "Come in!" Opening the door, Danny barely made it one step before he collided with someone with the intent on leaving the office. Well, they would have collided if Danny hadn't turn intangible instinctively, allowing the individual to pass straight through him. Before he got the opportunity to apologise, the person, a girl who seemed to be around the same age as Ellie, squeaked and gave him a fearful look before darting away. Slightly seething, Danny waved his hand forcefully, causing it to slam shut.
"You must be the Fenton fellow I've had the pleasure of hearing about?" Asked a voice with a distinct English accent from behind him. Turning, Danny came face to face with a man whom could only be described as a mad scientist with a kind face. He wore the traditional white lab coat, which Danny couldn't help but slightly blanch at before quickly composing himself; its pockets bulging with various medical utensils. His hair was stark white, strikingly similar to Danny's when in Phantom form, and he had a stethoscope hanging around his neck. Everything about him screamed peculiarity; despite the white coat, Danny liked him straight away.
"I do apologise about that rather impolite first impression." He said ruefully. "My daughter Victoria is still adjusting to the idea of ghosts and their supernatural abilities. I am positive she meant no disrespect."
"Don't worry about it. I've come to expect it from humans." Danny said, shrugging before holding out his hand. "I'm Danny Fenton. A pleasure to meet you."
"The pleasure is all mine." He said cheerily, grasping the teenager's hand firmly. "I am Doctor George Blackwood, but everyone around here calls me Doc. I am the resident Medical Consultant."
"Were you here before all this broke out?" Danny asked, wondering how an Englishman made his way over the Atlantic at the time of an apocalypse.
"No, after." George said, gesturing to a seat. "I was working out of Oxford University when I was cordially invited to aid the CDC in determining the cause of this infection. We aimed to arrive in Iowa, which was supposedly the next quarantined State which was still free from infection. Needless to say, upon arrival, we were too late to do anything. The infection was far more aggressive than anyone could anticipate. It was only coincidence, and copious amounts of luck that we found ourselves in your little town in the next State over."
"How did you make it?" Danny asked, taking a seat. "I don't mean to be rude this time, but it seems unlikely that it was just you two by yourselves."
George sighed sombrely. "Normally you would be correct Daniel. Just as the base was being overrun, we were thrown into a vehicle with the local military base's Chef and told to get as far away as possible. Many honourable men were lost that night." Danny remained silent as he allowed the man in front of him to grieve; he was in no rush to hurry him. After wiping away a final tear, the Doctor's face took on a more content expression.
"So what can I do for you Mr Fenton this fine morning?" He asked, before furrowing his brow. "Or do you prefer Phantom?"
Danny shrugged. "Danny is fine Doc, but you can call me Phantom when I'm in my Ghost form if it makes you feel comfortable."
"Will do." George said.
"But as to why I'm here, I have no idea." Danny said. "I suppose Valerie just wanted me to get to know the main goings on around here. Hopefully I won't require your services too often though. No offence." George laughed.
"None taken." He said, smiling. "But do you have any questions for me?" Danny took a moment to think about it.
"From the little bits I've heard from Jazz and my parents, whatever this thing is, it acts like a virus." He said.
"Very astute of you." George said, motioning for him to continue.
"But it's not airborne yet, otherwise there would be no one left." Danny continued. "So it transfers itself from person to person. Is it only done through bites, or does it not matter? As long as it gets into the bloodstream?"
"From the cases we've seen, victims only turn when they have been bitten." The Doctor explained. "Though I wouldn't recommend swallowing any blood whilst you're here. Just to be on the safe side."
"Duly noted." Chuckled Danny, before a thought came to him. "What about ghosts? What happens if they get bit?"
"Honestly," began George, rubbing the back of his neck similarly to what Danny does. "I haven't the foggiest. The infection itself is ectoplasmic in origin, so logically, it shouldn't have any effect on ghosts. Their ability to become intangible is also in their favour. However…" Danny sighed.
If anything, 'however' is worse than 'but' and 'well'. "What is it?"
"Due to your, uniqueness, any assumptions about what this infection may or may not do to you is highly problematic." George said, trying to be delicate. He was confused when all Danny did was laugh.
"You can say it Doc. I won't get offended." He laughed, causing the Doctor to feel slightly embarrassed, but also better. "I have been half dead for two years; no need to be timid. But as a precaution, I'll try and stay away from any snapping jaws."
"Smashing." George said enthusiastically, when suddenly his watch began to beep. "Sorry Mr Fenton, I mean Danny. I've got a scheduled appointment."
"Don't let me keep you." Danny said, getting to his feet. "I guess I'll see you around Doc."
"I certainly hope so." George said, shaking the teen's hand one more time. "Although, before you leave, do you think you could possibly do something, um, ghostly for me? It doesn't have to be anything too extravagant. It's just, ever since your big reveal two years ago, the entirety of the medical community has been simply fascinated by the mere possibility of a human having supernatural abilities." Danny couldn't help but smile at the man in front of him; he had gone from a medical professional to a fervent boy at Christmas.
Now I know why Dad likes him so much, Danny thought to himself. He's practically his twin. "I'll be seeing you Doc." With that, he turned around and headed for the door. At first, the Doctor had a look of disappointment on his face, but it quickly turned to one of wonder and amazement when Danny disappeared in a puff of green smoke.
George exhaled sharply. "Man that's cool."
The moment Danny teleported out of the Nurse's Office, things took a turn for the worst. Just as he was dematerialising, a pang of hunger ripped through Danny's stomach and at the last moment, thought he should get some food. This ultimately led to Danny rematerialising in the middle of the cafeteria, during the height of breakfast, and amongst roughly a hundred people; all of them, men, women and children, gave off a small shriek at his sudden appearance. Once heartbeats had normalised, looks of confusion and fear turned to ones of recognition, annoyance, and in some cases, anger. Danny didn't need to look around to know that those seated behind him were wearing similar expressions. Sighing deeply, coming to the understanding that he wasn't welcome amongst them, Danny went to leave the cafeteria when his stomach growled out in hunger once more. Casting an eye over to the tables of food, the teen sought out something he could take with minimal effort so he could leave as soon as possible. Finding what he was after, Danny used his telekinesis to levitate an apple over to him; as soon as the piece of fruit touched his fingertips, the teen disappeared on the spot once more. This time, Danny teleported back outside to the football field, where he situated himself on the goal posts overlooking the memorial and slowly ate his breakfast with his hood up, hiding his face from the world. He didn't know how much time had passed, the apple long since finished, when Danny suddenly sensed that he was no longer alone. Looking down, he saw Jazz standing below, gazing up, with a look that clearly said she wanted him to come down. Nodding, Danny swung both his legs over and floated down and landed in front of his sister, taking his hood down in the process.
"Tough morning little brother?" She asked, hugging her brother's broad form.
"That's one way of putting it." He responded.
"You looked like you were in your own little world up there?" She asked. "Care to share?"
"The more people I meet here, aside from Valerie and the Doc, the more I miss the Ghost Zone." Danny said.
"Yeah, I heard about what happened in the cafeteria." She said softly, pulling away and looking up into his blue eyes.
"Yeah. Probably shouldn't have teleported there right in the middle of breakfast." Danny said, his voice taking on a tired tone. "But, do you know what's funny?"
"What?" Jazz asked, confused.
"I miss being shot at." He laughed humourlessly. "I could deal with people hating me for what I am; I've had to deal with that for over two years. I would take being shot and yelled at over the glares and the spiteful whispers. And I know it's not going to get any better any time soon; it just feels like they would rather have one of those things in there with them than me."
"It's only the first day Danny." Jazz said consolingly. "Once they have vented their anger, they will come to see you as a valuable asset. Don't be so hard on yourself"
"Ever the psychiatrist Jazz." Danny chuckled.
"Hey, just because there's an apocalypse going on, doesn't mean people don't need reassurances. If anything, people need a good talking to now more than ever." Jazz said in a huff, but there was only amusement in her tone.
"I suppose." Danny said, his mood having lifted slightly. No matter how annoying his sister could be at times, she was always there for him. "Thanks Jazz."
"What are older sisters for?" She asked, smiling. "And being a psychologist in training, as well as caring and considerate sister, I've spoken to some people here that can help you."
"Who?" Danny asked doubtingly, looking around the field for anyone who might be approaching them; no one was there.
"They'll be here shortly." Jazz said with a knowing smile, before turning to walk away. "Just try not to cause too much trouble with them. They tend to get a bit carried away, as do you on occasion." Leaving her thoroughly confused brother at the goal posts, Jazz walked straight back up to the school and disappeared from sight. Danny was left standing there for a few minutes before he became bored and thought a fly was in order. Just as he morphed into his Ghost form, Danny faltered as his Ghost Sense went off. The moment the cold breath had left his mouth, Danny felt the air become energised with ectoplasm. Danny used his own ectoplasm to cover his hands in a green aura and turned just in time to catch a pink energy blast with both of them; without blinking, Danny surrounded the pink energy in more of his own power and crushed it out of existence. Yet, just as the energy disappeared, Danny couldn't help but think it was shaped rather like a fist. A familiar voice from above, however, stirred him from his musings.
"Hey Baby-pop. Did you miss us?"
Once again, I sincerely hope you enjoyed this chapter, and continue to read on. I know this chapter was lacking in zombie action, but subsequent chapters will see their return. Until next time.
Lord Pugsy.