Prehalfa

Well here's the newest chapter. I hope this explains why the stories called Prehalfa.

Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own DP…but that be cool if I did!

The Ghost Admiral smashed into Danny, sending them both falling to the ground! They hit the with a big bang!

Danny pushed Nightia off of him.

She in return made a grab for the necklace, but Danny pulled it out of her reach right before she got it.

"Give it back Phantom!" She hissed, eyes blazing in fury. How dare he take the necklace!

"Not till you give back all the money you got from Sam!" Danny told her, as he put the necklace in a thermos. "Or you'll never get it back."

Panic filled the young ghost. "Give it back!" She roared, as she shot a ecto-beam at him.

The blast hit the thermos, and sent it flying, it landed a few yards away.

Seeing her opportunity, Nightia made a dash for it, her eyes glittering madly.

Just when she was about to grab, something grabbed her by the collar of her uniform, pulling her a couple feet into the air.

"Phantom! I'm going to-!" Nightia froze when she saw who was holding her back…It wasn't Phantom. Nightia went pale.

Holding her by the collar of her uniform, was a narrow build snow white ghost with black eyes, in a wardens uniform. In his other hand was Phantom.

Nightia made a small whimpering sound, as his eyes bore into her's like they were trying to figure something out.

At that moment 20 or so ghost police showed up.

"Walker." Danny hissed. "What are you doing here!"

Walker smiled, and handed them over to the ghost police. "Catching young fugitives of course."

Nightia gave him a confused look. "Fugitives? But I did nothing wrong!"

Walker smirked. "We call damaging Mr. Master's property wrong kid."

Danny gaped at her. "You did what!"

The Ghost Admiral ignored him. "I was hired to do it."

Walker was about to reply, when Danny interrupted.

"Me and the Admiral don't even live in the Ghost Zone, doesn't that make us not your problem."

Walker and Nightia glared at him. "All ghosts are under my power brat." Walker replied.

(Flashback.)

Nightia was flying full speed towards the camps, tears filling her eyes. She had to see her Dad, she had to! Nightia new he told her never come see him at work, but she had too! Her life was at stake!

They were going to turn the other her off! They were going to kill her!

Nightia had to get Vater(1) to stop them!

As soon as she could see in the camp, she froze, and bit back a scream of horror.

There was hundreds of people…that looked like walking skeletons! And there was dead body's everywhere!

"Horrifying isn't it."

Nightia spun around, behind her stood a medieval looking man, holding a staff, with a smoky tail replacing his legs.

Nightia gasped in disbelief. "Wha- what are you!"

"I'm a ghost like yourself."

Nightia's eyes went round. "I'm no ghost…I…, the other me is at the hospital a little ways back."

The man smiled sadly. "If your not a ghost…why are you flying?"

Nightia looked down in confusion, then screamed as she realized she was 40 fee in the air. She didn't even realize she was flying till now.

"How is this possible! I'm not dead, I mean I'm still breathing…well the other me is." Nightia looked herself over really quickly, making sure this wasn't some trick.

"You're a Prehalfa or a prototype." He answered

Nightia gave him a quizzical look. "A prototype of what?" She asked crossing her arms, trying to appear tough.

The man just chuckled.

Nightia blushed.

"Of a halfa, someone who's half ghost, half human." He told her.

Confusion filled her eyes. "But you said I'm a ghost."

"Exactly, instead of being a true halfa, one body two forms, your reversed, two body's one form." He explained.

"What about the other me?"

He frowned. "Sorry but she's already dead."

Nightia bit her lip, unsure how to act. It wasn't everyday someone told you that you were dead. "So I'm fully ghost."

He nodded. "A Prehalfa."

"One more question." Nightia asked looking over her uniform.

"Why are you wearing a Admirals uniform?"

She looked at him for a sec, than nodded.

"Your ghost form shows your true self."

"So you're a ancient man, who's obsessed with clocks?" She said with a smirk.

He just smiled. "I'm Clockworks Master of time, and we have a lot to talk about."

There you have it. That's why the stories called Prehalfa. Please review.