Chapter 5
"Danny? Danny!" Sam yelled, poking the boy in the shoulder.
"Huh, what!?" Danny asked, hitting his head against the open door of his locker. He held his head, more out of surprise then pain, as he looked at his two friends.
"Long night?" Tucker guessed.
Danny pulled out the text book he needed as he said, "For the whole family. Some ghost is after Dad." A yawn interrupted him as he closed his locker. "After he attacked, I spent an hour looking for him. Only got about two hours of sleep."
"So that's why I didn't see Jazz." Sam said, realizing she normally saw the girl at her locker as she walked towards the stairs.
"Ya, if I hadn't've had so many absences I would've been able to skip too." Danny explained.
"Well now you just get to sleep through class." Tucker joked, elbowing Danny's side.
"Ow! That was a gash last night." Danny hissed, holding the side that was now a bruise and a scar.
"Sorry."
"Who was the new ghost?" Sam asked as the three headed towards English.
"A guy my some odd grandpa hung for supposedly being a witch." Danny explained. "At first I thought he was just after Dad but he attacked Jazz during the night."
Danny's ghost sense was the only thing to warn the three as the skeleton in question flew down through the ceiling, straight towards Danny. Proctor slammed the teen down on the floor as all around them chaos ensued.
"Danny!" his friends cried out in surprise.
"I shall be avenged!" Proctor yelled, the smell of death hitting Danny now that he was human.
Danny grappled against the skeleton, trying to keep Proctor's hands away from his head. "Is everyone gone now?" Danny asked towards his friends, finding it a slight unfair to fight Proctor as a human at the moment.
"And now they are." Sam said, have been watching more of the hall then the friend she was facing on the floor.
"Going Ghost!" Danny smirked up at Proctor as the lights went over him. He kicked up at the skeleton, forcing Proctor into the ceiling. "Don't you take a break!?" Danny asked, flying up to try and pin the ghost to the ceiling.
Proctor blasted two beams from his eyes, forcing Danny back to the floor. "Not until I've been avenged!"
Danny phased himself through the floor before repositioning himself. He popped his head and shoulders through the floor and sent a blast at the skeleton floating in the air.
Proctor dodged out of the way, almost as if he knew where the shot was going. Proctor flew down and grabbed Danny by the neck and lifted him out of the floor, taking some tiles with the ghost boy. The skeleton threw Danny down the hall, only stopping when he hit the far wall.
Danny fell down, rolling so he wouldn't land on his head. He glanced to his left to see a few A-Listers hiding behind the corner. "Run away, you idiots!" Danny ordered, not wanting anyone hurt by Proctor.
Taking their hero's word, Danny watched their retreating forms before flying back at Proctor. He rapidly shot off ecto-blasts, hoping the skeleton wouldn't be able to predict where the shots were going.
"Please tell me you've gotten the thermos." Danny cried out, already feeling his energy draining as he dodged a grab. He let out a scream as a shot hit him in the side, reopening the still healing gash.
"You keep changing lockers!" Tucker cried back, this whole time the two having trouble remembering their friend's combination.
"Two, forty-five, thirteen!" Danny said through his teeth as he managed to land a shot on Proctor's shoulder blade. His happiness was short lived as he received a shot to his head. The ghost boy dropped to the ground, instantly changing back to Fenton.
"Danny!" Sam cried, getting Tucker to turn around as he finally got into his friend's locker.
Tucker grabbed the thermos and quickly pointed it at Proctor, sucking him inside. The two friends rushed over to Danny to see the last blast had created a big gash on his forehead.
"Tuck, stay with him. I'll go and get the first aid box from the nurse's." Sam said, already running down the hall before Tucker could respond.
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"Ugh, why do I feel like I became road kill?" Danny asked as he slowly awoke. He opened his eyes to see Sam wrapping gauze around his head.
"You're just short the truck." Tucker tried.
"Where's Proctor?" Danny asked, pushing himself away from the wall he'd been propped up against only to have Sam gently push him back to the wall.
"Hanging out in here." Tucker said, showing Danny the thermos.
"How's your side feeling?" Sam asked, done with wrapping Danny's head. She looked down at the side in question only to notice blood seeping through his shirt. "Never mind. Lift the shirt."
Danny grinded his teeth as he carefully lifted the shirt to show his friends the gash reopened with ecto-burns to show where he had just gotten blasted.
"Well, I guess schools out for today." Tucker said, looking around to see if anyone would walk onto them.
Sam was about to start cleaning the wound when the three's attention turned towards the warping sound of metal.
Tucker quickly kicked away the warping thermos, just in time for it to explode apart. A green and blue smoke filled the hallway as broken metal shot off in every direction.
"I will be back!" Proctor yelled as his form floated between solid and a gas state. The ghost took the gas out of the hall, leaving the three with a broken Fenton Thermos.
"Great, he's free again." Danny grumbled.
"I'm more worried about the fact that he did this to the thermos." Tucker said, picking up the used banana peel of a thermos. "Aren't these things good up to a level eight ghost?"
Danny looked at the pieces strewn across the hallway, worried at what he was going against.