Trying to convince myself to read a really good book. I know something's wrong when I'm not able to read. My brother would probably consider it a sign of the apocalypse. Speaking of apocalypses…
"The voices around us provide the basis of our lives. We shape our future by deciding which of those voices we listen to." – Unknown
The deep crater Danny was currently burrowing into the ground seemed to collapse around the edges as another earthquake ravaged the area. His sensitive hearing picked up the sounds of screeching cars and screaming citizens.
The fourteen-year-old picked himself up with a low moan of pain. He phased through the tumbling rocks and came up out of the ground fifteen feet from the crash site. He quickly dodged another lightning strike, pulling a man in a white business suit out of the way.
As he set the shocked man down, Danny grabbed him by the shoulders. Blazing green eyes met deep brown as he snarled fiercely, "Get them out of here." He gestured to the small crowd of helpless humans.
"Y-you're… You're just a kid!" he shouted in disbelief, eyeing the ghost for the first time since he'd ordered his arrest. His eyes bulged at the realization. "We've been hunting a teenager all–"
Danny shook him, panic riding at the edges of his voice. "Now's not the time for your stupid obsessions! Get them out of here now!"
A kid. A small, probably homeless child. Alone and being hunted by the world's most prodigious and gruesome scientists.
The loud echo of Phantom's own power resounded as he shattered the clouds above. Snapping out of his self-induced trance, he glanced at the swirling clouds above them. A grotesque, jagged mouth had formed in the watery funnel, grinning maliciously as its eye sockets reappeared. He shuddered and nodded to the ghost, no, child in front of him. This "mere teen" had always been able to handle ghosts better than the GIW, he was forced to admit. As an agent himself, the man in the white suit could convince the few citizens still standing in the streets to move.
Danny gave Agent A a relieved smile and took to the skies in an effort to stop Vortex from causing anymore damage.
Agent A turned to the group of people who were all gawking at the fight and pulled out his communicator.
"Calling all agents," he muttered into the phone-like device, using all the authority he could muster after finding out that his most elusive and powerful enemy is a mere teenager, "Retreat. I repeat, retreat. Bring all civilians to the Town Hall as soon as possible. That is an order." He shut the communicator with an audible snap and turned again to the people, herding them in the opposite direction of the fight.
A loud crack was the only thing that alerted him before the smell of burning wood and the sounds of terror filled the air. He turned just in time to see Phantom wrestle the maniacal cloud into a small, cylindrical trapping device. Confused as to what he'd heard, he set his sights back to the shelter. Apparently, the puffy ghost had left the town another present.
Town Hall, the largest of the ghost-proof centers of evacuation, was on fire.
Well, I realize it's rather short, but I really love that ending. Don't worry. I won't leave you hanging there… indefinitely.