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"I can't believe it…" Sam whispered, huddled into a small dark corner of Danny's closet with Tucker. "The ghosts…attacking now!"
"Hush, Sam. They might hear you, and I can't risk anything happening to you guys." Danny said quietly, blushing with Sam, but carefully able to not let Tucker notice.
It was Friday the 8th; 3 months after the ghosts invaded the human world, enslaving everyone but the resistance. Danny, Sam, Tucker, Jazz, and all their friends were apart of the resistance, but a few of the members were captured already.
A shriek was heard from outside.
"Guys, I gotta go. Here, I'll phase us down to the lab, so you guys can pick up the remaining equipment." Danny instructed as the 3 sunk down a level, and floating slowly into the Fenton lab. He waved his friends goodbye, and floated into the ghost zone.
"Hello? Someone here?" He called, floating in the green mist of the ghost zone. Suddenly, he was grabbed by the Ghost Zone's greatest hunter, Skulker, and dragged to his lair.
"Your lair a is smelly old cave?" Danny remarked, smirking at the cave he sat in, tied with ectoplasmic rope.
"Quiet, whelp! You're my prisoner now. So while you're not in the human world, we ghosts can capture what's left of your species." He said evilly, leaving Danny to sit in the cave, alone with a piece of cloth in his mouth to avoid his yells for help to ever leave his mouth.
He eventually felt woozy from the cloth. Skulker had put some type of his hunting chemical on it, making him weaker by the second. His eyes flickering shut, he knew he was dead.
"Wake Up…" A voice whispered as a soft hand touched Danny's shoulder gingerly.
"Wake Up…" The voice repeated, still quiet and gentle.
His eyes snapped open, and Danny tried flying away, only to discover he was in his human form, unable to go ghost.
He then felt the hand touch his chest, pushing him onto a soft bed.
"Calm, ghost boy. You're much too weak to go on." The voice said. Danny looked up, but saw no one.
"Where are you?" He asked, trying to sound tough. "I demand you tell me!"
"I cannot, ghost boy, for my identity is secret." The voice whispered. Danny made a face.
"Well can I ever see you?"
"Possibly. But for now, you must stay here. The chemical you have been drugged with will no fade for at least 2 weeks.
"2 WEEKS?" Danny exclaimed, then shaking his head in disagreement. "No way. I'm out of here."
But the voice was angry, trying to get him to stay. He felt a tug on his arm, and before he knew it, he was back in bed, held down by the invisible force.
"So you have telekinetic powers?"
"Yes."
"Which
means I can't escape?"
"Uh-huh."
"Fine. But you can at least give me one promise." Danny said, trying to negotiate.
"I'm not making any promises with you, ghost boy." The voice replied sternly.
"But you haven't heard what I'm offering." Danny protested. There was then a pause, and the voice was heard again.
"Fine." It said, sighing.
"While I'm here, you have to show me your face sometime. And tell me your name, at least!" He urged. The voice was quiet for a moment again, but replied.
"Alright, ghost boy. My name is Dahlia."
"Are you a ghost?"
"That's not your business."
Even though Danny didn't know who this girl was, he was more than interested in her. Who was she? Why was she protecting him? Helping him? The questions buzzed through his head, seeking answers.