A Phantom of a Truth

Chapter Five

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Wes accepted the thermos from Danni with a disbelieving smile on his face "I- I don't know how to thank you! I-"

Danni raised her hand to stop him "Don't thank me yet. The Thermos only does half of the job for you."

Wes narrowed his eyes in confusion ant looked at the thermos "... half?" then he looked at her for a explanation.

She shrugged "a ghost can resist from being sucked in the thermos. In order to capture it, you have to weaken it. Or, at least take it by surprise. The more powerful the ghost, the more you have to fight it until its weak enough to be sucked in or the longer they have to stand still."

Wes put the thermos back on the stand next to the couch "ok, what are your chances if you... surprise a powerful ghost?" He said sarcastically (and almost hopefully).

"Well, slim to none."

"ah, well, of course..." Wes said as he slumped his shoulders. He knew this wasn't going to be easy, but still.

Danni rolled her eyes "well, what did you expect? Why do you think there are such a small amount of ghost hunters? And really, only one or two from the handful are actually good at their job."

Wes flopped on the couch and buried his face with his hands "Look, I knew it was going to be hard, but, one could hope. Right?"

She shook her head and shrugged "In your case? Not really. By the way, it might help to also barrow the Fenton Fishing line."

Before Wes could ask why (or some more tips on ghost hunting) she was suddenly, gone.

Before Wes could further dwell on it he eyed the clock "oh crap, I'm going to be late for school!"

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Meanwhile

Danny (as Phantom) rolled his eyes as Sulker released another stream of missiles, "really? Missiles? I expected something more different this time-" Danny stopped talking after he saw the Damage done from the missiles, each one had a glowing green goo that hissed through the concrete cement like water through paper. "... well, I guess this shows for 'be careful what you wished for."

Sulker smiled sadistically, and showed his metal teeth as he transformed his metal left hand to something that resembled a drill and lunged. Danny yelped in both pain and shock as the drill caused a long, diagonal cut through his chest starting at his left shoulder and ended at his right hip.

Danny did a loop upward and ended up behind Sulker before anymore damage could be done. Danny's right hand glowed a bright neon green as he aimed for the head. Sulker dogged and instead had his right arm sliced off. With a heavy clunk, the robotic arm landed in the middle of the street that they were battling in.

Danny was taking in deep breaths as he used his left hand to cover his chest and as much of his scar that he could as green ectoplasm blood began to dripped out. in between each word he took deep breaths, "Won't... maiming me... be bad for... pelting me? Witch, is... still gross."

Sulker shrugged indifferently (at lest as much as he could with one shoulder) "Having your head or your pelt on my wall doesn't make much of a difference for me whelp."

"... those standers are impressively low." and with that Danny's right hand once again glowed a neon green and sliced through Sulker's metal neck like a hot knife to butter. Sulker's eye frames (much like a camera's) widen then stilled as the robotic body fell to the ground with a hard 'thunk' and broke into several different pieces that scattered the ground.

the only thing that remained in the air was the robot head that was now in Danny's hand with a small shake let out a green, almost humanoid looking ghost. As the true form of Sulker let out a stream of curse's Danny took out the Fenton thermos and sucked him in, Danny let out a sigh of relief. and flew of to school.

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As soon as he arrived he quickly ran into the boy's bathroom. A white light sliced through him diagonally in it's path turn Danny's ghost form once again human.

As soon as he was in human form, he ran outside the bathroom to go to the abandoned janitor closet that held his medical supplies and extra shirts. For because of their white color, it was hard to keep the blood stains unnoticed (he really needs to wear darker shirts).

He was so lost in his thoughts, that he didn't notice that his core was steadily starting to hum...

When he finally took note of it, it was already too late. For the cause in question ran into him with full collision to boot.

"OW."

"HISSS"

After they both landed on the floor Wes looked at Danny queerly tilting his head in confusion and bewilderment "did... did you just hiss? At me? Really?" Danny rubbed his head and whined "it really hurt. Plus, in my defense, you took me of guard."

Danny got up and dusted off his blue jeans then offered his hand to help Wes up. Wes emerald green eyes stared at it for a second then shook his head "err, no thanks. I can help myself up." As Wes got up from the floor Danny slowly withdrew his hand.

As soon as Wes got up he ran of like a arrow and talked in a very fast past "sorry, gottogolateforclass. BYEEE!" He said as he darted down the hallways soon out of sight.

Danny stood there for a second then snapped into action when he remembered his original mission to the janitor closet. As soon as arrived to his intended destination he quickly lifted his shirt to start cleaning the wound then froze.

It was gone.

The slash was gone.

Danny, of course, was aware of his speed healing. But... for cuts that size...

It would of never healed as fast as it did.

What was going on?

Danny quickly put back on the shirt, and head out the door. Maybe he would be on time today! As soon as the thought crossed his mind a loud ring echoed the halls.

"Or. Maybe not."

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Later, that night

Danny twisted and turn in his sleep mumbling almost inaudibly. Then, suddenly, his eyes snapped open the hole eye filled with a toxic green. He slowly sat up, almost robotically, as his hands glowed a similar toxic green dripping with echnoplasm. He stood up and began to write on the NASA poster covered walls.