Okay, I know I fixed this chapter once, but I had to do it again. I'll get all of these edited overtime people. A long... period of time... 'winces'
As always, Epona Harper, thanks for betaing!
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"Now class can anyone explain to me why-"
"Excuse me, Mr. Lancer," Jazz Fenton stood outside the doorway and knocked on the frame.
"Ah, Miss Fenton, how can I help you?"
"Sorry for interrupting, but Mr. Johnston wanted to know if you have any extra Roman History books left?" Sam looked up at Jazz who just seemed to notice that she was staring. Waving her hand to say hi, she turned her attention back to the teacher.
"Yes, Miss Fenton, I do. Hold on one second," he turned to the shelf by the window and started grabbing books off of it. Jazz looked around the classroom. Everyone was staring at her but the person who she was expecting. Her eyes were fixed on an empty seat in the corner. Sam froze…she didn't know where Danny was…
"Here you are Miss Fenton…" Mr. Lancer said, handing the books over Jazz who snapped out of her mesmerized state.
"Thank you Mr. Lancer, and sorry for interrupting again…"
"Not a problem," he replied then muttered to himself. "It's not like anyone was paying attention to me anyway…" Jazz turned to leave.
"Oh, Miss Fenton," he added causing Jazz to stop in her tracks. "You wouldn't know where your brother is would you?" Jazz's eyes widened and she nearly dropped the books she was holding.
"H-he's not here? But he left before me this morning. He should be here by now." She stammered and her eyes darted over to Sam and Tucker. Both shrugged their shoulders and gave concerned looks.
"Well if he's skipping school, Jasmine, then that's another Saturday morning detention." Jazz took one last look at Sam and Tucker who both mouthed 'lunch' and she nodded to say she understood.
"Of course, Mr. Lancer. I'll get on him too, bye." She closed the door behind her and sighed. "Where are you Danny?"
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Danny fell roughly to the ground. That sneeze brought him far…how the heck did he get so high up? The dust was gone though, and his nose was fine. Getting off the ground, he brushed himself off and looked around his environment. A smile spread on his face, and his eyes sparked with curiosity.
He was at Amity Park's Zoo.
But he wasn't just at the zoo. He was in the zoo. As in, in a cage; the cage belonging to a very familiar purple-back gorilla…
Delilah was walking around in her circular home. She was the most popular exhibit in the entire zoo, so people always crowded around her. Delilah was an endangered animal though, so the zookeepers gave her privacy a lot during the day. Right now was one of those hours. The gorilla only came accustomed to three people…and one of them wasn't even a human. She missed Danny and his friends and she hasn't seen them in quite a while. So imagine her surprise when she turned the corner and found a little white-haired two-year-old sitting on the ground…
Danny turned around and saw the two-ton gorilla staring at him. Excitement swept over her and she came running up to him.
"MONKEY!" he shouted with glee. Delilah stopped. This wasn't the teenager that helped her six months ago. He was shorter, a lot shorter. Delilah picked him up by his leg and sniffed his head.
Danny giggled. "Stop it! That tickles!" She slowly put him down. "Silly monkey!" he added and then hugged the endangered animal. It was Danny's scent, just not his body.
A light-blue mist escaped Danny's mouth. He smiled.
"That keeps happening Ms. Monkey." He said to Delilah. "I don't know why…"
A whizzing sound was the only warning before a missile struck the cage, bursting through the iron bars. Delilah grabbed Danny and dodged the projectile shooting toward the young halfa. The missile crashed into a tree, setting it aflame briefly, before going out and leaving a scorched trunk behind.
"BOOM!" Danny shouted cheerfully, throwing his hands in the air.
"So the rumors are true…" a voice said from behind the toddler and the gorilla. "Don't think for just one second that because you're a little brat, I won't stop hunting you down…" Danny turned around. He looked confused, like he was trying to figure something out. Skulker noticed this…
"Don't you remember me, whelp?" he asked. Danny cocked his head to the side, and then his confused state turned into an enormous grin. He nodded his head frantically. Now it was Skulker's turn to be confused. The Box Ghost said that he was losing his memory. He was glad he punched him now…
"YOU'RE A SODA MACHINE!" Danny chirped happily. Skulker scowled. He didn't have any time to respond though; the PDA that was attached to his arm was beeping madly. Skulker reprogrammed it so it wouldn't carry him off anymore, and it now worked the way he desired it to the first time. He looked at his arm; it read something he had definitely read before…
"Gorilla attacking?" Delilah tackled Skulker to the ground and began pulling wires and weapons out of his robotic suit. Danny was sitting on a log a few feet away, swinging his legs and watching the fight.
"GET OFF OF ME YOU STUPID PRIMATE!" Skulker shouted, throwing Delilah off his back. He shot her with an immobilizer, sticking her to the side of her cage.
"If you wanted her off then you coulda just gave her some soda…" Danny suggested when Skulker turned to face him. Grabbing a rope off his belt, he threw it at the toddler. The lasso wrapped around him and, with a savage jerk, sent Danny flying towards the annoyed hunter.
"Ow!" Danny wined when he was in Skulker's grasp. "That hurt!"
"This is going to hurt too." He said and his free arm shot out a glowing blade that was targeted at Danny's small neck. Danny's lower lip quivered and his eyes started to water.
"Are you going to cry?" Skulker asked, smiling evilly at the little boy. He brought the blade closer to his neck.
"I told you already; big or small, I'll still mount your pelt over my fireplace…" Danny phased though the hunter's hands and landed on the floor. When Skulker went to grab him again, Danny ran through his legs and disappeared. Skulker looked behind him to find Danny was gone and scowled.
"You big meanie!" Danny yelled. Skulker turned back around only to have the young halfa climb up his back.
"GET OFF ME YOU SORRY EXCUSE FOR A GHOST!" Skulker yelled, trying to grab the squirming Danny. Danny pulled off one of the armor's shoulder plates.
"DON'T TOUCH THAT!" He continued to yell.
"Why is your hair on fire?" Danny asked, "And what does this do?" He held out a green wire. Skulker's eyes widened.
"WAIT! THAT'S-" It was way too late. Two wings popped out of Skulker's back, and both ghosts went flying through the roof of the cage. Zigzagging in the sky, Skulker desperately tried to get control of his suit, but Danny continued to pull out wires. Apparently, he was having fun, and, if that one wire sent them up in the air…what did the others do? The jets on Skulker's wings sputtered.
"WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Danny shouted. Skulker screamed as his jets failed and the two of them began falling. Flying isn't the easiest thing to do when you're an eight-inch-tall ghost in a heavy armor suit, so the only thing that had been keeping them in the air were the jets Danny had just broken.
The ground was coming at them fast. The only thing Skulker could think of doing was going intangible. So he did just that.
Throwing the toddler off of him, he phased through the concrete. Danny stopped mere inches from the ground and landed safely on his feet. Skulker came up through the ground. Electrical sparks danced around his armor. Danny looked around. They landed in the park that he met the ice-cream man in.
"You're going down!" Skulker shouted. He raised his arm, and a net shot out. It wrapped around Danny and pulled him into a nearby bush. When it did, he landed on something hard and round. Rustling through the net, he managed to squirm free because of his small size. Grabbing the object, he climbed out of the bush and faced the annoyed hunter.
Skulker's armor was failing him. That was increasingly obvious. The hunter kept twitching uncontrollably and small explosions and sparks flew the suit's exposed circuitry.
Danny ignored his enemy though; he was too preoccupied with the object he found in the bush. It was round, long, and it looked so familiar. There was a lid on it which he quickly took off and peered inside. He looked at the switch that was on the side.
'ON' 'OFF' 'REVERSE'
Danny couldn't read, but if it was something that would let him push a button, pull a lever, or flip a switch, he wasn't going to miss this opportunity to do so. The switch was set on off, the top was pointing at Skulker…
"Now whelp prepare to…" his armor started beeping. It was too much strain on it, it couldn't support itself anymore. Skulker collapsed. Danny was staring at the rubble that was once the 'soda machine' that gave him a little joy ride 90 feet in the air. A little green blob popped out of the destroyed machine parts.
"I AM SKULKER! GHOST ZONE'S GREATEST HUNTER! YOU WILL ALL BE MY SLAVES!" Danny lost interest and flipped the switch. A blue light jet out of the cylinder, and Danny had to hold on to it tighter to keep it from escaping his hands. Skulker got sucked into the object, pulled in by the unusual blue light. The light stopped when the hunter vanished. Looking back inside the thermos he found, Danny smiled.
"BYE BYE MR. SODA MACHINE!" He shouted happily into the thermos and listened to the echo…
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"WATCH IT DIPSTICK!" Ember yelled. "I'M WALKING HERE!" The Box Ghost managed to get another ghost mad at him. He couldn't find the Fenton Portal, and walking into people was what he did best. Of course this time it was Ember. Skulker only punched him once compared to the usual pounding he gave him. And that's just because he told him what he knew about Phantom. What if Ember did the same?
Ember set the dial on her guitar to full power. Oh, the Box Ghost was going to get it this time…she was going to make sure of it! But, as she raised her hand to strike the strings, the Box Ghost stopped her.
"Ember wait!" he cried. "I-the Box Ghost-have some very useful information..."
Ember snorted, "You? Please, listen baby-pop the only time I'd ever come to you for 'useful' information, would be to find a cardboard box if I decide to move…"
"But I think you're going to like this." The Box Ghost told the pop star. "You don't like Phantom right?" Ember froze and stared at the idiotic ghost in front of her.
"I'm listening…" she said and a smile appeared on the Box Ghost's face…
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Just a few more to go! 'Pants' Gosh, angel, you are one LAZY kid... o-O