DanPhantom1: DISCLAIMER TIME!
Noe:Who shall I pick this time?
Sam: Don't look at me, I read the first chapter
Noe: hmm, let's let a male read it this time
Dash: Let me read it!
Vlad: Allow me boy!
Danny: I'll read it!
Noe: Go ahead Danny
Danny: DanPhantom1 doesn't own Coraline or Danny Phantom.
Noe: Thanks and now Chapter 2
Meanwhile, in a quiet area, there was a old house. This house was painted with two coats of pink paint, but had been worn out due to rain and age. The house was known as the pink palace, it was once a large manor for many a rich person, but had changed into something similar to an apartment.
The top floor belonged to a man from Russia named Vladimir Masters, he was a man in his fourties, he had silver gray hair that went into a ponytail on the back of his neck, he had the posture of an aristocrat, Vladimir was once a great performer for the Russian circus. He was currently exercising on the roof counting, "Raz, dva, tri, chetyre! Raz, dva, tri, chetyre*!" suddenly the sound of a horn startled him, "Tikho vam parshivyy pridurok !*" he hissed as he began to leap down the roof.
The middle now belonged to a man named Jack Manson, a large man who constantly wore a orange jumpsuit, he made millions in hunting ghost back at his old home called Amity Park which was a ghost town, literally. He was married to a young but incredibly strong woman named Madeline "Maddie" Manson, a redhead who like her husband constantly wore a jumpsuit, only hers was blue and clung to her hourglass figure like a perfect glove clings to a hand. They watched with pride as the workman continued to make this middle house their home.
The bottom level belong to a couple name Pamela and Jeremy Forcible. They were once famous performers for Broadway, but have long since abandoned the passion of acting for the finer and more fancier things. Some might say they are so preppy it's almost as if they were the puppets of some deity that never made himself known. Pamela went outside to walk one the dogs they owned when she saw the workers, smiling and waving at them.
Meanwhile, in the shadows someone was watching the van and the workers. The person was quite tall, wore a dirty white shirt and a biker's coat, had greasy blond hair, and had green eyes. His name was Johnny 13, he unfortunately couldn't speak due to an bike accident, all he could do was lean back on the side of his bike and watch with curiosity.
The sound of the door opening startled him, he turned to see a young teenage girl come out, she had black hair that went into a ponytail, she wore a low cut shirt that had a purple on it's side oval in the center, she had a black with green plaid skirt, Purple nylonic socks that went all the way up, and had black with grey on the bottom boots. Her name was Sam Manson, she was the child of Jack and Maddie. However, unlike her father and mother she wasn't interested in ghosts or ghost hunting, but much rather liked Goth and Dark things, she was as one would say "A raven doomed to a family of pigeons."
He watched a she plucked a branch from a nearby bush and began to walk around.
He hopped on his bike and began to follow at a safe distance, she was near the mountain area when he caught up but due to his wheels still turning some rocks fell to her feet, "Hello? Who's there?" She called out only for whatever it was (Johnny) not to reply, she then grabbed one of the rocks and tossed it up the hill only for a cat nearby to get hit and groan in pain. Frightened by this she ran as he followed close behind. He then was behind her as she looked around now scared out of her gothic wits.
He decided to get her attention by revving up the bike engine causing it to roar, scaring her as she turned to see what it was. When she saw Johnny to say she was pissed was an understatement, "You almost scared me to death you greasy haired jerk!"
He was offended, "(Greasy?)" he asked in sign language, unfortunately she did not know sign language and sighed at his response, "I'm just looking for an old well, know it?" He nodded, but she didn't realize that he was nodding and asked, "Not talking, huh?"
She then gripped the branch into both hands and chanted, "Magic dowser magic dowser, show me THE WELL!" the only response she got was the sound of a horn. She turned to she what it was and what she saw shocked her.
Author Note:
I know many of you hate cliffhangers, but I couldn't resist. Don't worry Danny aka the klutzy friend will appear in the next chapter, I promise.
Don't forget to R and R, I accept creative critism but no flames.
-DanPhantom1
Translation:
*One, Two, Three, Four! One, Two, Three, Four!
*Quiet you lousy moron!