Firebreather X Danny Phantom

Chapter 2

            Danny readied his stance. I can't fight them. Not head on. Danny knew running away would be his best shot, again. Though Troy and his friends looked like they were expecting him to make a run for it. That's when the first hit came. A single punch from Troy directly into Danny's shoulder. Danny fell backward into the lockers and caught himself. He saw a leg sweep too late and found himself laying on the floor.

The entire posse began kicking Danny as he laid there. Danny couldn't hear much, but he heard someone's voice start yelling at the bullies. They all ran, leaving Danny to whoever had saved him.

"You okay?" The stranger asked, extending his hand. Danny looked at him. Orange skin? Wonder how that happened. Was Danny's first thought.

"Yeah, I'll be fine." Danny replied, taking the stranger's outstretched hand.

"I'm Duncan. Duncan Rosenblatt." Duncan told Danny.

"Danny Fenton." Danny rubbed his head where one of the lucky jerks had managed to kick him.

"Oh, so you're the one Isabel's including in our group for the dance, huh?" Duncan guessed.

"She explained that to you already? Girl knows what she's doing once she has a plan." Danny laughed.

"But don't feel too bad about getting beat up." Duncan sympathized while changing the subject. "Troy and his gang pick on everybody. Trick is just doing whatever you have to in order to run away."

"They weren't keen on letting that happen." Danny groaned and brushed off some dirt he finally spotted.

"I gotta go. See you around, Danny!" Duncan raced away, waving. Danny waved back and walked the other way.

~

"My goodness! Danny, are you alright?!" Allie fretted over Danny's lightly bruised body.

"I'll be fine, I promise." Danny attempted to comfort her. These bruises should be gone by morning. Danny thought.

"How did this even happen?"

"I...uh...tripped."

"And battered your entire body?"

"It was a hill that I tripped on and rolled down."

Allie sighed, reluctant to accept that a hill had done this much damage to Danny. "If that's the case, then please go wash up for dinner."

Danny walked into the bathroom and turned on the faucet. After splashing his face several times, he stared at himself in the mirror. His eyes flashed neon green before he closed them and sighed. There was a knock on the door.

"Yeah?" Danny called through the door.

"It's Katie! Are you done? Dinner's ready. We're having enchiladas!" Her squeaky voice made Danny smile. He opened the door only to have a soft hacky sack hit his face.

"Gotcha!" Max yelled triumphantly, with Katie laughing at his side. The bag landed on the floor without much noise. Danny snorted with a half-smile.

"Well, I guess this means war!" Danny charged the twins and tackled them to the ground. Keeping them in his arms, he quickly started a tickle fest. The two children squirmed and laughed while trying to escape.

"Come on, you three. Dinner's not going to eat itself." Allie spoke from the kitchen. They stopped wrestling.

"Bet I'll beat both of you to the table." Danny challenged. The twins grinned deviously and simultaneously said, "You're on."