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"Alright, class, today we're going to have a little halloween treat!" Oh, that sounded so delightful. Danny barely spared the board a glance before he was returning his attention to his phone, and the rant Randy was going on about clients who didn't give the full detail of the jobs. Apparently the latest ghostly artifact he had been after wasn't as abandoned as he had been made to believe. "Since today is all about scaring each other, I thought you might get a kick out of learning about today's more modern assassins." Oh, that had Danny looking right up.
"Now before you all laugh or think I'm making this up, assassins do still exist today, not just in our movies and books. A horrible thing, to be sure, but an important part of history. I was going to just discuss one today, but when looking them up I found the most infamous one had a partner they were never seen without.
"They were most active during the late sixties and most of the seventies and did their work in France and Great Britain." No. There was no way- Sitting up, Danny narrowed his eyes up at the board, trying to decipher the teacher's horrible handwriting. "Mind you, I couldn't find much in the way of specifics, but I did manage to discover that they worked for a religious order. One that killed whoever they deemed as 'sinners'."
This was happening. Scrambling for his phone, Danny quickly hid it under his desk before hitting record, hoping the microphone was close enough to pick out what the teacher was saying because this was amazing. "This order's most well-known assassins were the Priest of Death and White Fang." It was such a hard fight for Danny to hold in his laughter, a hand pressed hard over his mouth as he shook from the effort. "Now, I know it might be scary, to some of you-" Oh god he wasn't going to make it. "-but just know that while this is all true, it's nothing you have to worry about, alright? These two are long gone."
Burying his face in his arms, and phone left balanced in his lap, Danny knew his squeaks of laughter were probably being recorded for when he showed Randy and Andrew later. "Now, the Priest of Death was said to be the most dangerous of all the assassins, accepting any job he was given and never once failing in a task. He sang his 'lullaby of death' as he stalked the streets, always on the hunt for a new sinner to kill." This was beautiful. "He was utterly loyal to the order and followed no one's orders but theirs. White Fang, on the other hand, was loyal to none but the Priest." They got that part right, at least.
"White Fang was far more feral, far more vicious, and far more wild. There was never any mercy shown on his kills, and he never went into battle without the blessing of the Priest. While the Priest of Death was more well-known, White Fang was more feared." That had Danny's laughter calming down because now that the thought on it… He didn't know much about Randy's assassin life. He knew plenty about the Priest thanks to Andrew, but 'White Fang' had always just been lurking in the background. To think of Randy being more feared and even more wild and feral than he was now…
"These two were deadly, graceful, and never made a mistake when-" The teacher was cut off by loud laughter, and Danny was a mix of embarrassed and startled to realize it was his own, but, really. 'Graceful and never made a mistake'. Randy walked into a wall full on last night and Andrew tripped over the coffee table when getting ready for work that morning. "Is there a problem with my lesson, Fenton?"
"No, ma'am, not at all. I just, um, remembered a funny joke." Stopping the recording, Danny tucked his phone away and shot the woman a brilliant smile. "May I be excused? I need to use the bathroom." Although he was given a rather dirty look, the eventual nod had him quickly gathering his things and fleeing the classroom.
Andrew and Randy were going to love this.
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When a ghost attack happened at the school, it usually took place inside. Or at least in the air above the school. Not often was a ghost seen crashing to the lawn with enough force to leave visible skid marks across the grass. Even rarer was when humans were chasing it. Especially two humans who looked like teenagers.
"Wulf, they said your name was…" School was out and students were amassed at the front of the school, near all of them quiet at the sudden ghost attack. Many were tensed, waiting to figure out if they should run towards or away from the school. As such, it was easy to hear what one of the teeangers was saying. "My apologies, Wulf, but I'm afraid your second chance has been revoked."
The ghost that had fallen to the ground - a hideous beast that looked like a near werewolf - gave a growl in the direction of the one who had spoken, the teen tilting his head with a grin. "My, my… You couldn't have expected to live forever, now could you? Death comes to us all. You were just granted a temporary reprieve."
The teenager was dressed like… Like a preacher, almost. Although the grin on his face spoke of nothing holy. The other seemed older, and was dressed in shades of white, pacing behind the younger with a feral grin on his face. One that was far too wide, and far too wild. The ghost, Wulf, snapped back in a haunting, screeching language that it seemed only ghosts were capable of. The younger teenager laughed.
"Us? We've come to do the Lord's work and deliver you home, of course. To take your tainted and blackened soul and give it to our Lord Most High for His judgement, and His alone. We're His devoted children, here to serve Him in all manners He sees fit. We're the Priest of Death and White Fang… And your time is at it's end."
At this, students had either fled back inside to get help or were pressed against the walls, huddled together because they knew those names. They had seen the pictures in class, and the weapons at their side were certainly not part of any costume. "Appoint someone evil to oppose my enemy." The Priest spoke quietly, but his voice seemed to echo loud enough to be heard by all. "Let an accuser stand at his right hand."
White Fang was slipping out from behind the Priest and stalking towards Wulf, circling him with that same feral smile, almost seeming to herd him away from the other students. The ghost hardly seemed to know what he was doing, instead growling and forming the claws that some of them knew could be used to make portals. "When he is tried, let him be found guilty, and may his prayers condemn him."
The Priest had started moving himself, a wicked sharp dagger appearing in hand as he circled around the other way, eyes trained on the ghost and grin utterly wicked. They looked more like devils than they ever would angels. "May his days be few." The grin became even wider as his tone came out a near purr.
"Amen."
At once, as if on command, White Fang had launched himself towards the ghost, guns in hand as he fired. It was so quick that the students hardly saw a thing before he was skidding across the grass and falling into step beside the Priest, a growl of his own leaving his throat. A split second later and three knives were flying through the air, Wulf just barely dodging in time so as to have the knives cut through his clothes, instead of him.
It seemed like an overwhelming realization to everyone watching that the two were merely playing with him, like a cat would with a mouse. Or like a predator before it's dinner. Another few 'blows' and Wulf was giving another growl, slashing his claws through the air and ripping a portal into existence. Before he could jump through it, White Fang was near running on all fours himself before tackling the ghost to the ground, one gun over his neck, and another over his core.
The entire area was utterly silent before a soft humming was heard from the Priest. A tune that sounded terrifying, and overwhelming, and like something Death himself would sing to the lost souls. "The bell chimes one, the battle's begun~" Laughing, he sheathed his knives. "It would be rather boring to take you now, I believe… Brother." A flash and White Fang was back by Andrew's side, staring quietly at Wulf. "Run, run, run, little sinner. But please do remember something… Death always wins. After all." A sharp grin, the Priest looking in no way human.
"It beat us, too…"
Just like that, the two assassins were gone.
Across the street and on top of a foreclosed apartment building, Danny Fenton watched it all, as well as the ensuing chaos of the students below. His gaze only broke when he turned to look behind him at the signatures of two very amused ghosts, "I rather think that went well." The 'Priest of Death' faded away to reveal an amused Andrew Riter, not an ounce of madness in his eyes. "You have very creative ideas of 'fun', mon cher. You're also rather lucky Wulf agreed to play along with this plan."
"We'll have to thank him for all his help, later. He's pretty fun to spar with, though…" White Fang's own illusion had faded for Randy's usual look, the man running a hand through his hair and ruffling it back into it's typical style. As usual, he was the first to notice the conflicted expression on Danny's face. "Danny? You alright?"
Staring at them for a few moments longer, Danny finally steepled his fingers and put them in front of his mouth, "How do I put this…" What he had just seen, everything that the two had done and the way they had acted when in their 'personas'... "You two were hot as hell." Ah, good. Both of them were blushing now. "This was the best plan I've ever come up with. We should do this next year- We should do this every year."
"I'm not quite sure about that, but…" Andrew crossed his arms, looking over to Randy with the beginnings of a smile. "It was a bit of fun, wasn't it?"
"Yeah." Randy moved to drag Andrew into a hug, kissing his cheek, and, hm. Danny should probably not enjoy that sight as much as he did. "It was."
"Good. We've agreed that my plans are the best and should always be followed and- Ooh! Maybe next year you could be chasing after Phantom." Being hunted down by two powerful and deadly assassins who wanted nothing more than to catch him…
"Danny, stop thinking about threesomes." Andrew's voice snapped him right out of his thoughts, Danny staring at him in pure horror.
"Wha- I am not!" Not technically, at least. "Shut up! Just- No. No. You Ruthless Riters are horrible, you know that, right?"
"Ruthless we may be, but at least we have our own little Fearless Fenton to keep us on track," Randy near purred, a hand cupping Danny's chin and tilting his head up so Randy could place a fluttering kiss against his cheek. "Going after Phantom next year sounds fun." Oh. Oh, he was so far in over his head.
He found he didn't much mind anymore.