Danny Phantom in: Not All Bad

Part VII

Author's Note: Thought or Emphasis; Flashback; Thought or Emphasis in Flashback. Certain type may also be used signify SOUND or other dramatic effects as necessary.

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Danny Phantom: Not All Bad

Part VII

It's a beautiful night.

Ember McLain took in the sights as she flew over Amity Park. Her blue flame hair resembled a candle's wispy light carried by the cool summer breeze.

For now, nothing stoked the fire. This was a night to relax, her flight nothing more than a leisurely stroll through another plane of existence.

Sometimes, though, she wondered what kept her coming back to this town. Even on her first big world domination tour, she could feel a tug at her mind, or her core; something about this town told her that big things would happen.

Didn't think it'd be me losing.

She sighed, her relaxed mood now as dead as she was. Things just weren't the same since that ghost boy came into her life and started blowing her evil plans to bits.

She had passed his home earlier, the brownstone with that giant metal monstrosity on the roof. The building housed not only a portal to the Ghost Zone and living world, but her greatest enemy as well.

...is he?

Their encounters lately weren't quite the same battles anymore. Instead, running into him became a source of some variety to her undying existence.

Fighting him's actually kinda fun!

A small part of her wondered if there was something beyond the good music stores or that weird tugging feeling from before.

Maybe it was someone...

"Hold on there, McLain." She paused in midair, talking aloud to be sure. "He's just a good fight. That's all."

She refused to be burned again.

A teenage boy, older than her, his face blurred, but she recognized his confident smile...

She snapped out of it.

Great, now I'm stressed all over again. She thought of someone else, one close to the halfa sneaking into her thoughts. I wonder if Manson's got a music player I could borrow... or keep. She's loaded, so it's not like she'll miss it, right?

Yes, she didn't need to get too close. She would mess with the lovebirds, maybe giving a hello to their kid once in a while; that would be enough.

I just can't let them catch me off guard.

An ecto-rocket caught her off guard.

The BOOM filled her ears, the force sending her spinning through the air. She righted herself, though her vision and hearing had yet to catch up.

The ringing in her ear stopped in time to hear herself complain. "Can't a girl just go for a fly in peace?"

Ember's returning sight settled on a female figure wearing a high-tech armored bodysuit of red and black, standing atop a jet-propelled hoverboard of matching colors. The clear glass of the helmet's face shield revealed an African-American teenage girl, her teeth gritted in rage.

The songstress raised an eyebrow. "What in both worlds are you?"

"I'm your worst nightmare, ghost." The Red Huntress fired another rocket from her hoverboard.