its sunday so that means another chapter from fishin4dp. this is the 2nd longest chapter ive written so far. i hope so of its content clarifies things that may have confused more than one reviewer. next chapter they fight a villain from dp and chapter 8 is slowly not coming together. hopefully it will. im so swamped with school and family and swim is almost over...and confirmation is today, actually. plus the superbowl (go cardinals!). good news is that we have a four day weekend on valentines day...which also happens to be the sweetheart dance (like courtwarming but no one cares about bball at our school) so my friends and i decided with all our free time we are going to make dragons. it will be AWESOME!

oh and a major fail to everyone for not getting the footnote. it was craig deering from the allen and craig show on youtube. their account is eviliguanaproductions, which i highly recommend as well. its ep. 13 where they try to become ghost hunters.

disclaimer: the only way for me to own the rights to danny phantom or static shock would be if the ark of the covenant was found...which bibically, it will not be found until all israelites are joined together again. good luck on that one!

Tucker: Pretty neat horse, though. What's it made of? Flaming bed sheets?
Fright Knight: Flaming bed sheets of DEATH!


Chapter 6

With his sharpened sense of hearing, Danny could listen to each step the two boys behind them took. He could also hear the metal clanging around in one of their backpacks. It's most likely the blonde, Danny determined. He seems to be the brain of the group.

"Why are they staying at your house?" Sam asked Tucker.

He stared back at her, still whispering. "They can't exactly stay at Danny's what with all the ghost activity," Danny nodded in agreement. "And I know you don't like people at your house besides Danny and me." Sam continued to stare at him as if his explanation was not yet complete. "So I decided the best place to house them would be mi casa." Tucker added the last two words with an accent to it, similar to Paulina Sanchez's.

Sam seemed satisfied with this and turned to Danny. "You seem really quiet. What are you thinking about?"

Danny placed his hands in his jean pockets. "I'm not sure, Sam." He looked to the sky as if the answers to his questions would fall from the sky. "I just don't get a great vibe from them." He turned to her to see what she would have to say.

"Well, you don't get a good vibe from Dash either," she offered. "Maybe it's just because you don't know them. They are from out of town."

"Yeah, man. Give them a chance," Tucker concluded.

"I guess. Maybe I'm just being silly." Danny continued to walk staring at the sky. Sam could tell he was still troubled by his thoughts.

"Can you tell anything about them?" Sam asked. "Anything paranormal?"

He looked straight ahead now, listening for little clues to tell his friends of that he may have missed earlier. "Well the blonde one is carrying metal in his bag, but so is Tucker so I didn't think anything of it." Sam turned around for a moment to stare down their new housemates. She was instantly met with the chocolate eyes from the other one.

"They're staring us down," she relayed to Tucker and Danny.

"They've been talking about us too," Danny added. His matter-of-fact tone set Sam off balance.

"That's not something you just brush off, Danny!" she told him. Tucker noticed her anger immediately and prepared to extinguish the flame before a fire started.

"Calm down," Tucker said. "What were they saying?" His inquisitive nature got the best of him in moments like this.

A soft chuckle came from Danny, but he still looked down. "I can't hear all of it. I'm not made of ears." He paused for a moment. Tucker, being the best friend, could tell he was trying to figure something out in his head. "The one part I did hear clearly and you know what one of them said?" Danny looked up as if expecting answers, but none came. "He said, '…feel auras…it's almost like he's dead.'" Danny paused again in his thoughts. He turned to Sam this time for advice. "Do you think I'm dead?"

Her face scrunched in surprise. "Of course you're not dead, Danny! You're standing right in front of us!"

"Dude, you're about as dead as I am," Tucker added.

"I'm just not as sure as you two are. Sometimes I wonder…" Danny left his sentence opened ended. Sam was preparing to question him more when his messy black hair suddenly bobbed up. "We're here!" he said to Sam and Tucker.

Abruptly all three of the teens stopped. The other two behind them were not as aware and crashed right into the three. As they lay in a heap upon the Foley's doorstep Danny grazed the arm of the African American teen he still did not fully trust. Being a superhero Danny felt as if he had to keep his guard up at all times these days.

A purple spark flew off of the teen's arms and shocked Danny. He hissed out of surprise. Normal human shocks aren't that powerful, he observed.

The other teen must have felt it too because he looked up with wary eyes. "Sorry," he apologized. "Must be the static electricity around here."

Danny did not say anything in reply. He continued to rub the spot where he had be previously shocked and stared at the other teen. Something's not right about him, Danny thought. And I plan to figure out what it is.

As Danny was thinking about how he planned to track down this kid Tucker interrupted. "Dude, this is the driest town in the state. Where would static electricity come from?" Tucker inquired. Obviously he had been listening to the two talk…or more like the newcomer talk and Danny peer nervously.

The tension in the air between Danny and the other kid could be felt by the three other teens. Tucker, the ever-present mediator, continued to talk, "Well, why don't we go inside now? I can show you where you'll be staying."

The out-of-towners followed Tucker up the steps and began to walk into the house. Tucker spun around to see Sam whispering to Danny. She glanced up to see the three boys in the house staring at her, but continued to whisper to Danny. He didn't say anything, but nodded at what seemed like appropriate times.

"Umm…" Sam began nervously. "We're gonna leave now. I'm going to help him with his algebra." Immediately she grabbed his arm and flew off the porch. A small yelp escaped from Danny as he was dragged by Sam down the street.

Tucker could sense something was up, but didn't want to pressure his friends right now. The other two might become suspicious and he had guests to entertain for now. He closed and locked the door before turning around to the other two in his hallway.

"Well, let's go see what rooms we have for you two," Tucker began up the stairs. "I'm Tucker, by the way." He didn't turn around and offer a hand to shake.

As they neared the top of the stairs Tucker peered into each room. The foreigners stopped at the top of the stairs awaiting instructions. As he picked out a room he stuck out his head from the doorframe.

"Uh," he pointed to the fair-haired boy.

"Oh," the boy realized. "I'm Richie." He stepped forward towards Tucker.

"Richie, you can stay here." Tucker came out of the room to make way for Richie and followed suit into the room next to it. "And…" he pointed to the remaining boy.

"Virgil Hawkins," the boy explained, picking up his bag.

Tucker stood out in the hallway watching the two boys plop their bags on their beds and turn around to him again. "Bathroom's there," he pointed to a smaller looking door. "I'm right here," Tucker pointed behind himself. "And my parents won't be home for a while. My friends and I are leaving at six for the concert if you want to follow." The tone was one of compliment, not pure offering.

"Sure," Virgil accepted anyways. "Mind if we wander around town a little?"

"Nah," Tucker said back to his old self. "I doubt you could get lost here anyways, but watch out for ghosts. They seem to pop up at unnecessary times."

Richie snorted before following Virgil down the Foley's steps and out the door. A small "Thanks" was shouted, but it was barely audible. Tucker was sure he was imaging it.


"Sam, what's the rush?" Danny said, catching up to her pace. She looked nervous and angry at the same time; an unlikely pair of emotions for her to exhibit.

As she looked over to Danny her eyes screamed scared. "I don't know, Danny," she turned around looking over her shoulder. "I feel as if someone's been watching us ever since we started walking those two kids over to Tucker's."

He pulled her into an alley. She was still jumpy, staring into each corner as if something would come out and grab her. He latched onto her arms and said her name. Immediately her eyes peeled from the darkness of the alley and focused on him. "No one is going to get you, Sam," Danny spoke reassuringly. "I have ghost powers, remember?" He relaxed his arms around her. "No one can get past this," he admired the arms he was currently flexing.

She gave him a half smile, but he could still tell from her eyes that she was nervous. "Ha, right," she said sarcastically. "Can you bring me home?"

He brought his arms down and looked at her again. She wasn't calm, but she would be better, he knew. "Sure," he smiled brightly. "I'm going ghost!" Instantly two flashing rings appeared at his waist.

Sam always admired him during his transformations. He always looked so sure of himself. As the rings flew over his body in opposite horizontal directions his jeans and t-shirt were morphed into a black and white hasmat spandex suit with a logo on his chest. The gloves were fitted and white; the boots, soft and also white. The most notable change to his appearance was his face. The raven black hair was pure white. His normally shining blue eyes glowed neon green, brighter than any street sign.

There was a certain aura about him. His body slightly glowed, but the vibe he gave off was one of a certain, very confident, young ghost. This was Danny Phantom, the ghost teen-fighting protector of Amity Park. This was also Danny Fenton, the socially awkward, punching bag for the local football team. They were one in the same and very few people knew about this.

"Let's go," he told her. His voice changed as well to a semi-echoing tone. Sam wrapped her arms around his neck as he picked her up bridal style and flew off in the direction of her house.

Out of the very shadows Sam was watching earlier came a swirling black mass. The mass formed into the shape of a typical, lanky teenager with cornrows. A girl in feathers landed next to him.

"What do you think it means, Ebon?" the girl asked.

"I think it means we have a lot of interesting facts to work out, especially if this is where Static and Gear are staying," his voice dripped of chaos, if a voice could do that. It was dark and malicious, especially for a teen. Yet, at the same time, this was a commanding voice. One could not easily ignore this voice without repercussions.

"Where's Shiv, Talon?" Ebon asked. His purple hallowed eyes watched her perch on a nearby railing.

The bird girl shrugged as best she could. "Last time I saw him was when I dropped him off at a burger joint a few blocks away. He said he was hungry," she explained. "The place reeked of grease." She scrunched her face in disgust.

"Let's go find him," Ebon's body melted into it mass form. "We have some planning to do."

Talon took off to the skies in the direction of where she left Shiv. A mass of darkened shadows followed her every flight pattern.


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