Danny Phantom

Chapter 1

Fear dripped along with the sweat off Heather's brow as she ran from the train tracks. She had finally escaped her prison and she intended to escape as quickly as she could. She bolted into the nearby woods, clutching three shining gems tightly in her hands. Blood ran down her leg, leaving a trail as she ran. She attempted not to infect the freshly made wound on her thigh, but found it hard as she dragged herself through bushes. Her feet carried her away for miles until she stumbled across the familiar blue colored van. She burst through the door, startling the other passenger inside.
"Do you have them agent?" A deeper male voice asked.

She nodded, laying the gems down on the floor. He smiled at her. "You realize what this means right?" He then asked her, she nodded again.

"Yes, it means my life is in danger. Freakshow won't be happy about this." Heather replied uncharacteristically confident.

"We need to relocate you. Someplace far away." The man stood up, placed the gems in a thermos, and made his way to the driver's seat.

"Do you have a place in mind?" She asked him, bracing herself against the side as he peeled away.

"Yes. Amity Park. You'll have to change your appearance." He answered.

"You'll have to be careful. There's another mission for you there."

"Another?" Heather paused. "Walker, I'm sixteen. How many more missions are you going to send me on?"

"As many as it takes!" He snapped back. "You're the best agent we have. As a halfa, you have the human abilities alongside ghost ones. Freakshow must be stopped."

"Hey, why didn't Freakshow's staff work on me?" she prodded curiously. Walker sighed.

"Do you remember when you got your powers?" He asked, her, making a harsh left turn that caused her to slam into the side of the van. She groaned.

"Yes. How could I forget?" She bit sarcastically.

"Pariah is the king of the ghost zone Heather. He does the controlling, he doesn't get controlled. His powers are a part of you. It's like your immune." Walker replied. He paused for a moment and continued. "How's your thigh?"

"Healed." She responded.

"How's your mentality?" He asked suddenly. "Our inside forces told me that you endured some heavy things back there." Heather fell silent.

"I'm fine." She replied flatly, attempting to block out the memories. Walker apologized and left the conversation to end there. A few weeks had passed before they arrived in Amity Park. The agency had wanted Heather in for questioning, gathering the information she held about Freakshow. It was tiresome, but necessary. Walker stopped at an apartment complex and was greeted by a woman with long blonde hair.

"Alice Stevens. Been a long time." Walker smiled. It faltered when she gave him a stern look.

"What nonsense do you have this poor child going into next?" She snapped. Heather rolled her eyes.

"It's important! I can't talk about it here, but I'll telegraph you later." He motioned for Heather to exit the vehicle, throwing her a small backpack from the front seat. "She needs an appearance change Alice!"

The woman rolled her eyes again. "Oh! Heather one more thing. You're going to be attending high school. I've been getting a lot of complaints about your schooling also it's a perfect way for you to fit in.  Have fun!" Walker shouted as he zoomed on.

Heather felt fury burn inside her. 'High School???' she yelled internally. 'Sometimes I swear that if he wasn't already dead I would kill him myself.' She groaned and turned toward Alice.

"Alright sweetheart, let's get you all changed up." She smiled, ushering Heather into the complex. They safely reached her apartment and Alice closed all the blinds. "Any ideas of what you want to go towards?" She asked, sitting the young girl down in her chair.

"I want a pastel blue color." She stated. "And we are not cutting it." Heather spent years growing out her hair and it was now down to her hips. She loved it long and refused to change it outside of color.

"I wouldn't dream of it, but can I give you side bangs? You do need to change your look and if we make you look Goth it might help."

The younger one contemplated for a moment and agreed. "Do you want to do wardrobe first or after?" Alice asked. Heather indicated that she would rather wait, to base it off her hair. She was used to this after being part of the organization for two years. She got her ghost powers when she was fourteen, and shortly after the incident they reached out to her. She moved around to many places, changing her appearance almost every time. It was easy for her, considering that she didn't have any family left to go back to. At each change it felt like a new start, and Heather found it refreshing.    

Time passed and Heather's hair was finally done. She was surprised at how much the color worked for her. She followed Alice into her bedroom and opened the secret doorway to the company closet. Item after item Heather tried on and she found nothing that suit her.

"This is pointless." Heather grumbled. "At this rate I might as well go naked."

Alice scoffed. "And draw more attention to yourself? Walker would love that." She shook her head and walked past Heather into the closet. After a few moments of searching, she came back with a pair of black high-waisted jeans and a black crop top. Heather tried it on, and instantly fell in love. Alice gave her a pair of high top converse and a specially designed silver necklace.

"Keep that on you at all times." Alice stated, pointing to the necklace. Heather held it in her hands and admired the small compass like design. The chain was simple and thin. She wrapped it around her neck and tightened the clasp. "It contains a tracking device so Walker and I can know if you are in trouble."

"This would have been nice to have a few weeks ago." Heather said bitterly. Alice gave her a sad look.

"I'm sorry we couldn't find you sooner. I can't imagine all the things that happened to you." Heather turned away from Alice and stared out the window. Sighing, Alice took Heather's hand and squeezed it reassuringly.

"Let's do your make up." Heather nodded and followed her to the bathroom. The perks that Heather had in this job was all the clothes and make up any sixteen year old could have. Any normal girl would be ecstatic, but Heather wasn't normal. She could have cared less, and she considered herself lucky that her skills as an artist let her recreate any make up look that Alice came up with. Her look turned out to be dark, neutral toned grunge that brought out the style she was going for as well as complimented her face.

"We have to change your name as well." Heather glanced up at Alice confused. She never had to change her name before.

"Why?' She asked.

"Protocol changed. Since Freakshow took you as his captive, Walker is worried that they will be able to find you easier." Alice responded. "Any ideas?"

"Scarlett." Heather pondered for a moment. "Scarlett Thomas."

"I like that. I'll have your information sent to the principal's office. You may be a week late, but as far as they're concerned, you transferred from a school found in a small town in the rural state of Montana." Alice announced, scribbling down notes.

"What if I get asked about my family situation?" Heather asked, looking downcast.

"Tell them about your Aunt Beatrice." She replied, pointing to herself. "I'm written down as your guardian, but unfortunately you have to be on your own. Your apartment is in this complex however, so you're close. It will be too risky in case they recognize me." Alice replied.

Heather nodded. "You move into it tomorrow, we will go shopping for all your necessities soon. I hope you find what you're looking for safely this time." She added. Heather nodded again.

"Me too."