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Chapter 1 (Prologue): Caught

Danny listened intently for noises on the sidewalk. 'Odd, he thought, I could've sworn I'd heard something.' He shrugged his see-through shoulders and continued on with his rounds of amity Park. Flying high above the green trees and white sidewalks he decided to be visible since, at this time of night it as plausible that no-one would be outside. Except for him that is.

Danny was in fact the famous ghost dubbed Danny Phantom. What most people didn't know was that he was also Danny Fenton. He was a half-ghost. A rarity. A freak among freaks.

Danny was the protector of Amity Park. He shielded them from other ghosts, though half of the small town thought Danny was a villain of the worst sort. That half included his parents. Three full humans knew who he was, all of him that is, they were his older sister, Jazz, and his two best friends, Sam Manson and Tucker Foley. He had left them to their sleep tonight, figuring they deserved it after all of the hard work they had done lately.

It was about 1 Am. And the exhausted Danny had decided it was time to go home for the night, so he landed in a clearing and began to change back to human Danny when he heard the low hum of a jet and stopped. Peering warily into the surrounding trees he turned invisible and waited for the noise to find him.

"We've lost sight of him, Sir." said Agent O.

'No. We haven't." said agent E.

"He'll be back." said the Director.

The Director had been searching for something like Phantom for a long time. He was what the paranormal section of the government need to convince the rest of the government to take them seriously. The capture of Phantom would make them famous and give them something to show for over 50 years of supernatural research. They were looking forward to the capture.

The Guys in White waited a long 30 minutes for Phantom to show again. When he didn't they decided to go looking for him. They left their vehicle a good hundred yards from the clearing they thought he landed in. Walking to the clearing they made no noise except for the occasional snap of the twig. Agents O and E stepped into the clearing while the Director stayed hidden.

They heard ghostly laughter coming from across the clearing. Agent O grimaced and Agent E twitched as if he wanted to charge across the clearing and punch Phantom.

"What are you two buffoons doing out here at this late hour?" Phantom's voice seemed to float in the air between the agents. Phantom appeared on the other side of the clearing, floating a foot or two off the ground and grinning mockingly His glowing green eyes held amusement and his pure white hair glowed in the moonlight. In fact, all of him glowed. He looked to be the age of fourteen.

The Guys in White said nothing.

"Not talkative tonight, I see. What, no speeches about ripping me apart molecule by molecule or doing lots of painful tests?" He joked though the men in White could see the relief in his glowing green eyes. "Look, it's 1 o'clock, I've been out here all night and I'm tired. I guess we'll skip the speeches and taunts and get right to the fighting."

Phantom had been so focused on agent's O. and E. that he hadn't been paying attention to his surroundings. The Director had snuck around the edges of the clearing to stand in the woods directly behind Phantom. He charged up the net in his hand and walked up silently behind him.

Without further ado he threw the net over Phantom and it pinned him to the ground. Before he could get over his shock, the net released an electrical shock that pulsed through him until he screamed in agony and quickly went limp. The Director turned him over and crouched next to his limp body.

Phantom's dazed eyes followed him as he leaned over him and pressed the button on the control in his hand again. Phantom screamed again and went stiff. He than went limp and the Director could see him still fighting to keep his eyes open and to remain conscious. A few seconds later his eyes slid closed.

"We got him boys." The Director said, looking up to find Agent's o and E grinning. "Take him to the Jet."

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