Danny Phantom - Prince of All Ghosts

Chapter 2 - Phantom Mansion

For the rest of the day I walked around with no shirt on. People looked at me in shock, surprise and curiosity. Shock, at my scars, surprise that I had muscle and curiosity because Danny Fenton, the boy who lived at the bottom of the social grapevine, was suddenly fit. I considered going ghost and leaving, but I couldn't for several reasons:

1) Couldn't leave Tuck and Sam behind, and I couldn't take them with me

2) Mr Lancer, counts and checks off every student as they get on and off the bus

So in other words for the first time in my life, people would notice my absence. I sighed as I followed Tuck and Sam to another ride. Sam noticed me lagging behind and slowed to walk by me.

"Danny, it'll be okay." She said reassuringly. I gave her a small smile.

"Thanks Sam, I still can't help but worry." I said. "What if they find out my secret identity?" Sam shook her head.

"They won't find out Danny. No offense, but no one would pick you as a hero. There's no way those dimwits could figure it out. They haven't in two years, they won't anytime soon." She took my hand in hers and squeezed. At this point Tuck glanced back and saw Sam and I holding hands. He smiled and mouthed 'lovebirds'. I glared at him, my eyes flashing neon green for a split second. Tuck raised his hands in mock surrender, the smile never fading from his face. I gave Sam's hand a final squeeze before letting go. We had just come up behind Tucker in the line for the Aqua Loop when I felt a shiver run down my spine and a blue mist billowed out of my mouth.

"Uh guys?" I said to Tuck and Sam. They turned and looked at me. They recognised the tone of my voice and the expression on my face and nodded.

"I'll hold your place in line." Tuck called as I ran off to the nearest bathroom. Over the past few years, my ghost sense had improved majorly, letting me be able to sense a ghost up to nine miles away, and if I have encountered them numerous times, my ghost sense has a sort of...feel to it, letting me know who it is. Skulker is a woodsy, musky feel whereas the Box Ghost, well his makes me feel like I've eaten cardboard. This ghost who had set of my ghost sense was warm, very warm, as if I'd taken a mouthful of hot spiced tea without blowing on it. I recognised the tangy warmth and grinned. I saw the toilet building up ahead and I quickly sprinted towards it. I darted inside and made a beeline for the closest unoccupied cubicle. Shutting the door I spun and closed my eyes. Reaching down inside myself I felt my core, the part of me that was purely ghost no matter what form I was in, and the part of me that helped me control my transformation. I felt my waist warm up as a white ring formed around my waist. It split in two, one travelling down my legs, the other up my chest. A black jumpsuit appeared as the rings travelled across my body. White boots and gloves and a white belt formed across my waist along with a white neckline. As the ring got to my chin, I felt the warmth start to spread over my head. My hair changed from midnight black to the white of freshly fallen snow and I felt immense strength flow into my limbs. I opened my eyes and I knew that their original ice blue would now be radioactive green. Instead of Danny Fenton standing in the cubicle, in his place stood Danny Phantom, ghostly protector of Amity Park. I crouched slightly before jumping into the air, turning intangible as I flew through the roof above me. Once I was outside I turned tangible once again and looked around.

"I know she's around here somewhere..." I muttered to myself.

"Darn right I am Dipstick." A female voice said from behind me. I spun around in time to be hit in the chest with a giant pink fist. I flew back, arching my body in a somersault to regain my balance (flight, hovering, whatever) and looked up at the blue-flame-haired ghost.

"Ember. Long-time no see." I said, grinning at her. "Finally ditch the loser boyfriend of yours?" Ember rolled her eyes.

"No, he is still my boyfriend Dipstick, even if he still can't find the bloody remote." She muttered the final bit and I laughed. She turned her green eyes to me and a smile spread across her face. "Get ready Dipstick, I haven't had a good fight in months." She said, raising her right hand and bringing it down on the strings on her pink and blue guitar. I raised up an ectoshield half a second before two giant pink fists rammed into me. They bounced off harmlessly, shattering after making contact with my green barrier. I lowered the shield and flew towards the punk singer ghost, fists raised. Her eyes widened just as my fist slammed into her chin, sending her flying upwards. She crash landed on the top of Terror Mountain. I flew over to her, knowing she'd be coming back up very soon. Sure enough, just as I got near, Ember flew out of the Mountain, her guitar in two pieces.