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Luz Mala "evil light" 

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It’s Thursday. There’s a quiz in English, the cafeteria is serving meatloaf again, and the third body this week was found last night. This time, it was a junior named Brittany Fleming. On Tuesday it was a sophomore named Ricky Marsh. Last Friday…well, police are almost positive it was Isabel Gibson.

Lancer hands the quiz out silently. Slowly, the class picks up their pencils and starts bubbling in answers. It’s ironic, Danny thinks dimly, that they’re studying Macbeth in the midst of a ghostly murder spree.

The school is eerily quiet for the whole day. Ghost attacks have become commonplace, but murder? People they know—knew—are dead. And Danny Phantom, town hero, didn’t save them.

During lunch, hushed whispers circulate throughout the school. Whispers that Phantom has abandoned Amity Park, even though he was seen battling Skulker just last night. (Last night when Brittany was killed.) Whispers that he doesn’t really care about the citizens of Amity Park, just about fighting the ghosts that terrorize it. (Brittany is dead.) Whispers that maybe Phantom was the one who did it, that he’s the killer, the murderer—

He grips his pencil so hard it snaps. Three people are dead. He’s going after that thing tonight; it’s time to stop this.

He’s pretty sure it’s a ghost, something that lives in the woods behind the school. After all, that’s where all three bodies were found, at the bottom of a cliff or drowned in a bog or dashed against some rocks at the base of a waterfall. There are rumors of a serial killer, but in Amity Park? As if. Even if it was, Danny’s going to find that bastard and give them hell. He has had enough.

“Danny!” Sam hisses. He looks up, disoriented. Where is he? Cafeteria. Right. Meatloaf. Unsettling quiet. “Could you cool it with the scary eyes? Somebody’s going to notice!”

He blinks. Was he…? “Sorry,” he whispers back, focusing on turning his eyes from radioactive green back to their normal blue. “I just…I was thinking.”

“About Brittany?” Sam asks.

Danny nods. “I’m going to go after that thing tonight,” he says.

Next to him, Tucker swallows a mouthful of meatloaf. “Want us to come with?” he asks.

“No thanks, guys,” Danny replies. “I mean, this is serious. This ghost—I can’t let you get hurt.”

“We want to help, Danny,” Sam says, reaching across the table and placing her hand on his.

“I know,” Danny says. Images flicker through his mind—Sam, her lungs filled with mud and her sunken face caked in dirt. Tucker, his legs and arms twisted grotesquely, unseeing eyes gazing down at his torn-open ribcage.

He pushes his plate away. Suddenly, he’s not so hungry anymore.

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That night isn’t a full moon. It’d fit the mood better if it was, Danny thinks as he leans out his window. Aren’t creepy ghost hunts supposed to happen when there’s a full moon? He sighs, blowing his bangs out of his eyes.

Whatever. The moon isn’t cooperating, what else is new? He steps back into his room, and a flash of light later, Phantom jets out of the window.