Danny phantom what happened next

By ~PrennCooder

Edited by ~NosillaParvatir

Cecelia's first encounter with Danny Phantom.

And it's not a pleasant one.

Chapter 4: Cecelia Meets The Phantom

"A ghost?" Cecelia wiped green goop from her eyes. "Go catch him."

"I intend to." Valerie said and she became airborne. She followed the ghost's trail. Meanwhile Cecelia was trying to get her hovering surfboard to appear.

"Come on." Cecelia clicked her feet together over and over. There was a small shock in her feet. "Ow!" she said softly. But then the surfboard appeared. "Yes!" She said with sheer satisfaction and she followed Valerie through the wisp of air.

The only reason that Cecelia found Valerie was that her suit's tracking device registered on one of Cecelia's beeping radars on her own suit. Cecelia saw Valerie attacking an adolescent ghost in a black and white jumpsuit.

Logically, Cecelia assumed that the ghost had attacked first. So she fired the first weapon that her fingers could find. It happened to be a silicon ray. Her shot was a direct hit—Cecelia got lucky—and the impact tore off a piece of his shirt. He screamed and bled, and then he fled.

Wimp, Cecelia thought.

"Thank you, Cecelia!" Valerie was grateful. "Although I probably could have captured him sooner or later, I'm glad you were here anyways. Danny Phantom and I always have our differences."

"Danny Phantom?" Cecelia could hardly believe that was the mighty Danny Phantom that Amity Park respected so much.

"Yeah, some people consider him a hero, but I see him for the menace he truly is." Valerie sneered. "One time he destroyed my suit—my previous suit—and I just keep thinking "that could have been me". Can't you imagine what that feels like?"

"Why did he attack you? Why here? Why now?" Cecelia was a bit flustered. What if she hadn't got lucky? What if Danny Phantom had attacked them first?

"Well, he didn't, uh, attack me…directly. It's just that, whenever he's around he brings trouble along with him. All ghosts are evil, whether they try to fool you about it or not." Valerie seemed so sure, as if she had more of a drive than she was letting on.

"Oh, I believe you. Remember that story I told you about my mother?"

"Yeah…what was her name?" Valerie asked tenderly.

"Hanna…Rose Hazel."

"That's a beautiful name."

"Yeah, she named me after her mother, Sakki. But I go by my middle name, which is Cecelia."

"Nobody else knows that your real name is Sakki?"

"No. I don't say the name very often because it reminds me too much of my mother."

"Oh." Valerie pressed a button and her suit disappeared and the hovering surfboard vanished into it. Cecelia pressed a button and her suit did the same. "I'm glad you got the hoverboard to work."

"Me too. And I'm glad we got to kick some butt."

"Yeah." Valerie said and the two of them headed off to her house.

The next day at school, Cecelia and Valerie were bored to tears in geometry class. The teacher droned on and on about letters and numbers and Cecelia was lost after the first three minutes.

"You got any idea what he's talking about—all those equations and formulas?" Cecelia turned to Valerie.

"Girl, you know I'm failing this class worse than you are!" Was Valerie's honest reply.

"Ugh!" Cecelia groaned in frustration.

"Ms. Hazel, Ms. Gray, do you have something to share with the class?" The teacher heard Cecelia's loud groan.

"No." Valerie looked down at her hands in her lap. That's what she did whenever she was singled out in front of a large group.

"Uh, no." Cecelia was embarrassed and she did not like to see people turning around and staring at her. Paulina laughed lightly.

The teacher began handing back test papers.

"Yes! A C! I actually passed!" Valerie did the "it's my birthday dance".

"Oh no." Cecelia studied her paper. "A 44%. My dad is going to kill me." She felt her forehead grow hot as if she was about to explode.

Somebody who was sitting a few rows behind them got out of his seat and trotted over. "I can't help but overhear the fact that you're not doing so well in this class. So I'll let you know that I have a 4.0 GPA, and, FYI, I'm A-cing this class."

It took Cecelia a second, but she identified this boy.

"Get outta here Foley!" Valerie commanded, before Cecelia could react to his sudden appearance. "You hit on every new girl that comes to this school. Just take my advice for once and leave Cecelia alone."

"Whoa, whoa," Tucker Foley put his arms in front of his face as if he expected Valerie to strike him. "I came here to ask your attractive friend if she needs someone to help her get a better grade."

"Sorry but we don't take offers from techno geeks." Valerie put her hands on her hips with attitude.

"Geez, man, calm down." The geek walked away.

"Techno geek?" Cecelia laughed.

"He's obsessed with technology."

"Ah, I see."

The door to the classroom opened. And the door was old, so it creaked with a loud metal groan that got the attention of all the students. Everybody turned to see who was coming in.

Cecelia recognized another member from the table that Valerie had told her so much about. Danny. Valerie's little crush. He was an average height, wearing blue jeans and a grey tee shirt for a 2009 astronaut convention and he had red sneakers. He had black hair and blue eyes—and odd combination, but it looked good on him.

"Danny! Man, you're okay!" Tucker ran up to him and gave him a bro hug. Tucker seemed very concerned about Danny's welfare that he even helped him sit down.

Cecelia admired good friendship when she saw it.

"Ouch." Danny said. He felt on his chest where he was obviously in pain.

Cecelia looked at Valerie, and noticed that she winced whenever Danny let out a small cry of pain or discomfort.

"I'm surprised you came to school after what happened to you yesterday." Tucker in a low tone so that the teacher—who had resumed teaching—wouldn't be able to hear.

"Shh!" Danny said briskly. Tucker took his seat next to Danny.

Cecelia noted that Sam the goth girl was not in this class.

The geometry teacher handed Danny his old test. "Aw, man! I got another D! I'm failing this class now for sure!"

"Well, you never study."

"I'm always busy." Danny said through his teeth.

"Well, maybe you can learn from your sister. She always finds time for both things—she's a straight A student."

"I know, I know. My parents compare us all the time. Wait—how did you know that?"

Tucker's eyes got all nervous and they looked all around the room, avoiding making contact with Danny's. "Well, I, um, I have a lot in common with her…"

"If you ever try to date my little sister then I think I'll have to personally show you what I think about that. And you won't like it." He said with a comically dramatic voice.

"That's why you're my best bud!" Tucker laughed. Danny laughed too.

"Valerie, Valerie, answer my question." Cecelia tapped Valerie on the shoulder. "Are you coming to that party at Dash's house next month for his birthday?"

"What? Oh yeah sure."

"You were listening in on Danny's conversation weren't you?"

"Maybe. Whatever. Shh." Valerie said defensively.

"You should just ask him out already."

"No. It's too early. Don't you know anything about romance? It's the first few days after the breakup that he'll be in denial and then after that he'll really start to feel needy again."

"But he broke up with her."

"What?"

"Yeah, I heard him and Tucker talking about it a while ago."

"Well I'm glad it happened that way. But if I were him, I wouldn't have even made the mistake of dating her in the first place."

"You should still ask him out." Cecelia teased. Valerie rolled her eyes.

The bell rang and everybody moved on to their next class. Cecelia's next period was French. She picked it as her second elective (first was karate) because she loved the way it sounded. While most teenagers took Spanish, Cecelia had always taken French.

"Students, listen up. Today we will be doing something very different in class today. You all will be writing a 10,000 word or more short story in class for the next two weeks."

Everybody in the class groaned, including Cecelia. Writing was not her strong point. She tended to focus on reality a little bit more rather than making up fantasies in her head.

"You will be working in pairs and the story will be due exactly three weeks from now." The teacher handed out a sheet full of requirements. Each paper had a name on the top left corner.

Cecelia looked at her paper. It said "Sam Manson" on it.

"The name on your paper is the name of your partner. You two will be spending lots of time together, so I hope you're good friends. Get to work everybody."

Everybody got out of their seats to look for their partner, but Cecelia didn't have to look very far. There was only one goth in the entire class, and she was sitting at the back of the room with her head in her arms and her hair covering her head like a little blanket.

"Hi. Sam? I'm Cecelia, your partner." Cecelia said quietly.

Sam revealed herself to Cecelia. She had purple eyes and straight shiny black hair that barely touched her shoulders. She had three ear piercings and she was wearing a black shirt and a dark green pair of jeans and purple combat boots. Her nails were painted black and she had black eyeliner and purple lipstick, but other than that she wore no other makeup. She stared back up at Cecelia gloomily.

"What's the matter?" Cecelia asked Sam politely, though she already knew what was wrong.

"I'd rather not talk about it." Sam stretched her arms and yawned. "Let's just get started on this story. Got any ideas?" She shoved her class books off to the side.

"No not really." Cecelia confessed as she pulled up a chair next to Sam. "I'm a lousy writer. There's not a creative bone in my body. How about you?"

"Oh, I've written a few stories before. Just about every normal person writes a story at some point in their life. Mine were really bad, though. I wrote them when I was thirteen and fourteen, and those were my awkward years."

"What are they about?"

"Danny Phantom." Sam whispered.

"Oh." Cecelia said. She now sparked a sudden interest in Sam. "So you know him?" Cecelia tried so hard to hide the curiosity that dwelled in her eyes.

"Yes…" Sam said quickly. "I suppose you could say that he and I were old friends?"

"Were?"

"Things got complicated."

"Oh, he hurt you didn't he. You know, because he's a ghost, a monster—"

"No, not like that. He did hurt me, but it had nothing to do with the fact that he's a ghost. What should our story be about?"

"Well what kinds of things do you like?"

"Goth poetry, the color black, and veggies."

"Oh. This might be more difficult than I thought." Cecelia said to herself.

"What do you like?"

"Martial arts, cheerleading, and gh—fighting." Cecelia hoped Sam wouldn't notice that she nearly said "ghost-fighting".

"Wow. Well, that's different."

The bell rang and it was now time for lunch.

"Do you want to sit with me at lunch today?" Cecelia offered.

"I don't know."

"Well, if you change my mind, I sit at the front table. With Valerie."

"Oh…Valerie. You two are friends? I really don't think I'd fit in at that table so I'd rather not."

"Okay."

Sam headed off rather quickly.

Cecelia headed to lunch. She sat down with Valerie as always. Tucker approached their table before Cecelia could even start eating.

"Cecelia, do you know where Sam is? You were the last one to see her." Tucker asked.

"I don't know. I offered to her if she would like to sit with me and she said no. After that, I came straight here."

"Quit bothering her, Foley." Valerie said. "Buzz off."

Tucker went back to the table he and Danny sat at and presumably relayed the news to Danny. Danny didn't seem to mind too much that Sam was missing; meanwhile Tucker scanned the lunch room for her. There was not a goth girl in sight.

"There really is a lot of drama in high school. I've seen it in movies but I've never believed it."

"What surprises me is that we seem to keep getting involved in the lives of those guys…and Danny." Valerie said, reminding Cecelia that she always thought Danny was cool and refused to rope him in with the geeks.

"Where are they going now?" Cecelia noticed a blue mist come out of Danny's mouth and he tried to hide it. And then he and Tucker stood up quietly, with their heads down, hoping not to get noticed.

But Cecelia and Valerie noticed most certainly, only because they had been watching the boys intently.

"I don't know what's going on. Let's follow them."

"Why?"

"Why not? It'll be fun. Maybe they'll lead us to more drama." Valerie theorized.

The two of them stood up and followed Danny and Tucker outside.

Outside the sky was a strange color and there was some strange large object in the sky. Could that be? It's a dragon! He was gigantic and purple with green flaming hair and dark red eyes. He breathed hot fire onto some of the nearby trees. A thin ghost boy flew up to him and bravely launched a plasma bolt at him. The dragon cried out.

"Phantom!" Valerie glared. Her eyes got all small and angry. She squeezed her fists together.

"From the looks of it, isn't he stopping the disaster the dragon will cause?" Cecelia spoke.

"Yes, but who do you think brought the beast here in the first place?" Valerie said as she geared up into her suit. She clicked her feet and the hovering surfboard appeared. "Well don't just stand there!" she scolded Cecelia.

Cecelia pressed in the watch on her wrist and her suit appeared, and her surfboard too. "Allright. Let's do this thing!" Cecelia smiled deviously.

With that, they became airborne and started firing all kinds of weapons at the dragon in the hopes of weakening it or distracting it. Cecelia's weapon lost ammunition and she began to panic. She just froze in fear and Valerie cringed. The dragon was nearing her. Before they knew it, that ghost boy began to use a thermos to usurp the dragon. And then the dragon was just…gone.

"Thank you…?" Cecelia gave the boy a confused glance. She did not know whether to be mad that she didn't catch a ghost or to be grateful that the ghost didn't catch her.

"You're welcome!" the ghost boy said as he flew away rapidly.

"Yeah you better run!" Valerie yelled.

As the two girls were getting out of their suits, Cecelia wondered out loud, "What made you decide not to hurt that ghost kid?"

"Well, I'm sick and tired of fighting him as often as I do. He's a real pain."

"Does he live here? In the town?"

"Huh? It's hard to say. He likes to haunt the school. But I think all ghosts live in the ghost zone."

"They have their own zone?" Cecelia's eyes opened wide.

"Yes, and you don't want to go there. It's a wretched place. Those ghosts are always at each other's throats in a mad search for power. And humans always "get in their way". You really wouldn't like it."

"I'm sure I wouldn't, but it sounds like it would be quite an adventure to go there one day."

"You're not seriously considering—Sam! H-hi! What are you doing over here?" Valerie caught Sam Manson spying on them from behind the shadows.

Sam stepped out, and she looked like she was uneasy and lacking confidence. This was a rare moment for her. "Well, uh, remember how I said I knew Danny Phantom? Yeah, I was just, uh, waiting for him. Yes." She was very nervous.

Cecelia and Valerie walked inside without another word. But they ran into Danny and Tucker on the way.

"Did you guys go out to watch the fight too?" Cecelia asked them.

"Yeah." Tucker said. He and Danny were trying to run, but they were terribly out of breath. Especially Danny. He looked as though he was about to faint. Tucker helped him to walk straight.

"The ghost boy saved me." Cecelia whispered to Valerie.

"Why do you have to say it like that, as if he cares about anyone besides himself. He doesn't—he's a ghost!"

"I know I know, but maybe he's not completely heartless…"

"Think what you want to think, Cecelia. I've got Danny Fenton to deal with. I've decided to ask him out." Valerie determined. "It'll be just like old times."

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