A/N: For anyone following my other stories, lemme just say that I'm sorry for being gone so long. Been having so much fun with MKX and surprisingly Black Ops 3. I thought that game was gone be ass. But it's pretty fun. And creating an entire different story? Like, what the hell Osh-Tekk? lol. But I'll get to those later. I just want to play around with this. Let's just give it a shot. To people who actually know the series far better than I do, things may seem OOC, but bear with me here.

Raising an energy shield to block the ectoplasmic blast heading his way, the beam struck the side of a building harmlessly before Danny instantly dropped the shield and shot a quick blast to knock the blaster out of the ghost's hands.

"Miserable whelp! That blaster was brand new!" Skulker growled, immediately having to raise an artificial shield of his own to block the green ray Danny shot at him almost immediately.

"Tough. You're the one who picks the time I have to be at school to attack me. So if you could postpone your 'hunt,' I don't have to wreck any more of your toys," Danny said, keeping his hands charged with energy. Honestly, even though the adrenaline of the situation had him wide awake, firing blasts did nothing to solve the stiffness in his limbs. He didn't have time to eat this morning cause of Skulker's desire to hunt him this early in the morning. He was this close to just using a Ghostly Wail with reckless abandon, not caring what happened to the buildings caught in the radius. But then again, he didn't need more people to find more excuses as to why he was a threat to everybody.

"In your wildest dreams. I will not stop until your pelt rests at the foot at my bed," Skulker said, drawing an intimidating looking blade from the wrist of his suit. Danny internally sighed. He knew it wasn't going to be that easy. He could only hope.

"It's going to be awkward trying to skin a naked boy's body unless you're into that sort of thing," Danny said, immediately having to duck a sharp blade from Skulker who obviously didn't care for Danny's insinuation. Danny wasn't one for close combat, so he pressed an energy palm to Skulker's suit and knocked them back while they were in the air. Danny was slightly dazed from his blast while Skulker's armor dented slightly. Then flinched from another blast that hit him from the side.

Danny immediately turned to the side and smiled to see his two best friends, Sam and Tucker there. Tucker actually had a blaster in his hands, which surprised Danny slightly. Even Tucker looked surprised at himself as he looked at the blaster in his hands.

"He's surprised that we managed to hit anything. And we kinda borrowed these from your parents. Your dad was all but willing when we told him we were afraid we'd run into a ghost along the way. And we saw the fight as we were walking to school," Sam explained, seemingly reading his mind and answering all of his questions on the spot. She was unnaturally good for that. Danny shook his head. He wasn't even going to delve further into that.

"Enough of this!" Skulker said, pulling out two missile launchers on his shoulders while Danny had his thermos in one hand while his other hand was filling with ice energy. "Ectoplasm-Seeking missiles whelp. They'll find you no matter where you go. And the metal is perfectly designed for ghosts!"

"Then I know not to try and phase through them. Thanks, you idiot," Danny thought as he prepared himself. The missiles flew towards him in a barrage. Only... not all of them. Danny was slightly confused, but he shook them off as being defective like many of Skulker's inventions before. People couldn't blame property damage on him for that.

Eyes flashing ice blue, his body stiffened before letting out a wave of ice energy that froze the missiles heading his way. It was something hoped worked. Otherwise, he'd be hurting. A lot. The smile that came to his face was short lived as he heard a scream that chilled him.

"Danny!" he heard Sam scream. Danny quickly turned and saw that the missiles weren't defective. They had a target in mind. His friends.

"No!" Danny yelled.

Scrambling and hoping to God he was accurate, He fired ice beam after ice beam, freezing the missiles before they hit his friends. But he wasn't fast enough before three of them hit the ground next to his friends. They only hit the ground because Sam tackled Tucker out of the way, but the explosions still caught them. Unfortunately, because of the spread, there was no way for the tackled Tucker to get any less of the explosions then Sam did. The explosions sent them flying in the air; left, right. Left, right. Then there was an uncomfortable sounding crunch as they landed.

And Skulker left. This was not supposed to happen. This was not supposed to happen at all. His missiles were followed ectoplasm, not blood. What went wrong in his calculations of his missiles where it followed... weaker prey? Then he remembered the weapons they were carrying. They detected the ectoplasm and went for them.

While the death of weaker prey was unsatisfying to him, he just realized that his hunt for the Ghost Child may have been cut short. His purpose of hunting the child was for a challenge that would satisfy him as he reaped the rewards when he succeeded. He may not have that challenge anymore. Humans were awfully attached to their friends. It made them weak. It would make the hunt unsatisfying. He would bide his time until the Ghost Child gathered his strength to whether he was worthy enough to garner his attention again. For now, want to do...

"Come on. Sam. Tucker," he said, holding his friends' heads on his legs. The worry in his voice was there. As much as he wanted to reassure them, he wasn't so confident himself. Tucker was already out. Danny knew his body was cold, but Tucker felt cold. It was unnerving. But Sam was still awake. And to see someone gasp like their lungs were on fire as they were looking up at you was terrifying. The fact that it was one of his closest friends made it ten times worse. Her eyes were watery as if she was about to cry, but she wasn't. Purple eyes were looking at him with the most amount of vulnerability and weakness he had ever seen them have before. A look that scared him half to death. He didn't even care for the irony in that statement.

"Don't look at me like that. You'll be fine," Danny said, picking her up as well as Tucker. Luckily, ghosts had enhanced strength. He didn't use it often, but he was glad he had it. If he didn't have it, he definitely wouldn't be able to carry them.

His focus was keeping them on his back so they wouldn't fall off of him, but time was also of the essence. So he flew. Flew like he never flew before. Painful grunts from Sam and the rushing of the wind as he flew were the only things break the crippling silence. Her grunts were reminding him why he had to go fast. He got nothing but silence from Tucker, so he pushed himself even more, his grip firm, but not painful on them.

Landing and transforming almost immediately since there was no one was around, he continued to carry them as he walked in the hospital. To the first nurse he saw, Danny's words came out quick. Panicky. Rushed. But the nurse he found didn't bother trying to decipher what he was trying to say. All that he cared about was the fact that she was taking them away to fix them. That was all he cared about.

Danny's hands tightened on the chair he was sitting in, and he hadn't realized that the furnished wood was cracking under his ghost strength. Worry clouded his mind. This... something like this never happened before. It wasn't supposed to happen.

"Ectoplasm-seeking missiles. Then why did they target my friends, you liar?!" Danny yelled in his mind. He would've sent them packing if this was going to happen. Skulker knew he wanted his pelt, but to target his friends and had the nerve to lie about it?!

"Young man?" Danny's head moved to the direction of the voice so fast, his neck might've snapped. This source of the voice came from an young woman in a chair across from him. As much as the voice calmed him down some and offered him a distraction to his mental yelling, he was not interested in talking to her. At the same time he didn't want to be rude.

"Yes?" Danny asked. His voice surprised him. It was low and crackly. Like a badly tuned radio.

"Do you need..."

"I don't need anything but good news. If you don't mind, I'd like to be let alone," Danny said, his grip on the chair finally releasing. She opened her mouth to say something, but looked down at the chair he was sitting in. Where the cracked arm rest was. Then she backed into her chair like she was shrinking away from him. Danny bit his lip in slight guilt, but he was also glad that she wasn't talking to him anymore. So he didn't apologize. Even then, what he really be apologizing for? Cracking a chair cause he was scared for his friends? Yeah, that's something to apologize for. But to the people who worked here. Not this lady.

"Sir?" a different lady asked after a while. The voice sounded familiar somehow. Then he faintly remembered someone frantically saying words to calm him down. It was the first nurse he found. That was who. So he looked up. Because he wanted to know.

"What's..." Danny cleared his throat. He didn't want to give away that he was worried. He knew there was no point that cause the nurse knew he was. She had done this for a while most likely. But it was also for himself. "What's the news?"

"The girl you brought us is alive. On the brink of death, but alive. Unfortunately, whatever hit them killed the male on impact. He's..."

She cut herself off at the hand Danny raised to silence her. He wouldn't normally do something like that, but he didn't want to hear it. He did not want to hear it. Not yet anyway. He had to hold on to the little bit of hope he had.

"How long will the operation take?" Danny asked.

"Few hours. The doctor's will do their best. In the meanwhile, I suggest you go to the police station and tell the police everything you witnessed. It is the best way..."

"A ghost did this. The police can't do anything about him. The wounds should attest to that," Danny said in a flat voice. "I'm just going to stay here."

"But it will be a long time. Are you sure?" the nurse asked.

"Yes. Just let the families know. Parents of Sam Manson and Tucker Foley," Danny said, making the nurse nod and walk off. Sympathy was lined in the nurse's expression, but rather than making him feel better, it just made him feel sick. Danny stood to his feet and walked into the bathroom. He put his hands on the counter and looked down at the ground. He clenched his fists so hard they were turning whiter than usual, and he bit his tongue so hard as to stifle back the tears.

"Please... Please let her be alright. Tucker... Oh, man. I'm so sorry," Danny said aloud, his stomach bubbling full of deserved or undeserved guilt. He couldn't decide which. When he did this, he hadn't planned on them dying. Not being up able to live their lives. He should've, but they didn't. And now they were dead. All he could do was hope. Pray. Danny was not the praying type, but he knew know was about as good a time as any. The wait game... It was a game he hated to play. But as of now, it was all he had.