Warning: this is a torture fic (sorry, Danny!). Dash and Kwan introduce the story, but when they're done, it will mostly be from Danny's POV. This should be the only chapter with mild language, so the rating is mostly for violence/gore.
Also, this is my first fic! I'll write a few chapters to get into the idea of the story, which should have some juicy twists, but I'll leave it up to you all if you want me to continue!

The Docks

"Dude, leave some for me!"

"I'm not gonna finish it!" Dash took one last big gulp before passing the large tequila bottle over to Kwan. "Here, you can have th' rest. Can't drin' too much... School t'morrow."

Kwan signed as he took the bottle and held it up to the moonlight only to be disappointed to find so little left. Why should he have to pay for half if Dash drank it all anyway? He shrugged and took a swig. At least he wouldn't be as hung over as Dash in the morning. They had English first thing and Lancer could always tell if they'd been drinking hard the night before. Lancer wouldn't turn them in, but being Casper High's star football players didn't totally exclude them from a stern talking-to.

He took another gulp anyway, finishing off the last of the liquor, then slid off the concrete ledge, turned, and threw the bottle into the harbor, smiling proudly when it made splashdown at quite a distance. They found the abandoned pier a good place to drink – and the occasional smoke, if they had the money – without fear of prying eyes. No one came here knowing this was that box-crazed ghost's favorite haunt.

"Wha' was 'at?" Dash jumped off the ledge in a clumsy panic before Kwan could hop back on.

"I just threw the bottle, Dash. Chill out."

"I know tha', dumbass. I mean I 'eard somethin' comin' from th' warehouse." He gestured toward one of the large buildings about 500 feet down the pier.

Kwan listened for a moment before saying, "You're drunk, man. There's no one—"

"Shh!"

Silence. Then a crash, like something had been thrown against the wall, accompanied by faint green flashes of light coming from the buildings' high windows.

"See!" Dash whispered. He made to walk stealthily toward the warehouse, pulling something from his jacket Kwan guessed was his cell phone, but couldn't make it out in the dark. "Let's check it out," he said without looking back.

"Dude!" Kwan tried to grab him back, but Dash jerked out of his grasp and jogged forward. "Damn it," he whispered, following after him.

Dash stopped some feet from the building to listen while Kwan caught up. A quick succession of four or five bangs sounded from inside, this time followed by a barely audible yell. The windows were too high and they too close to see any green light.

"C'mon, I bet it's tha' stupid boxy ghost," Dash whispered with a grin before sprinting the last few feet to the door. He paused a moment to note door was already ajar, the lock having been broken years ago.

Kwan didn't follow this time. He wasn't drunk enough not to realize how stupid this was. He looked back in the direction they'd come and in the sky toward town. If there was a ghost in there, shouldn't Danny Phantom be here? Even though he'd been around for over three years now, some parts of the town still thought he was a menace, but Kwan knew differently. Phantom had saved the town enough times to know that wasn't true. He'd even gotten to see Phantom up close a few times. The number of attacks on school grounds seemed to have increased over the past few months – something the news channels confirmed. There's usually a lot of damage done before Phantom shows up, but at least he always does.

Kwan looked back at the warehouse just in time to see Dash slip inside.

However, as the jock went in, he was too out of it to make sure he did so quietly. The door swung wide, making a creaking noise that echoed loudly in the empty warehouse. Immediately, Kwan saw green light radiate through the high windows, followed by a scream and a sharp, earsplitting bang.

Kwan jumped back, eyes wide.

"Dash!" he yelled, running to find his friend, no longer caring about the danger. He found him standing stock still just inside the door. "Holy shit, are you okay?" Kwan shook him. Something clattered to the floor near him, but Dash didn't move.

Kwan tried looking around inside the building for the ghost that could've made the noise and light. Nothing but black. "Dude, answer me!" he yelled again while digging out his phone to open his flashlight app.

The light seemed to shake Dash from his stupor. "Shit," he breathed, suddenly feeling somewhat sober.

"What the hell happened?" Kwan yelled, nervously pointing his flashlight at the other side of the room. He saw dozens of crates, but the room was too large to make out anything else.

"There was something there!" Dash hissed quietly, insinuating that Kwan should stop yelling. "It turned and powered up this crazy bright ecto-whatever at me, so I – shit! Point your phone at the ground."

Kwan shined his camera flash at their feet and moved it around until the light fell upon a small pistol.

"So you shot it?" Kwan spewed back while Dash carefully picked up the weapon. "Are you fucking crazy? What'd you bring a gun for, anyway?" Kwan paused for a moment as he realized something. "And what makes you think that a bullet is going to hurt a ghost?" he whispered. He turned slowly, shining his light at the other end of the building once again.

"I dunno, I just – but the light when out. It fell…I think." Dash crept passed Kwan, eyes trained at the spot he last saw the thing that nearly killed him.

"Dash, no! Seriously, we gotta get outta here. Dash—"

"Kwan," Dash deadpanned. "Kwan, get over here."

Kwan slowly joined his friend's side. There, bathed in light lay a body covered in blood that oozed from a chest wound. The fluid had already turned his white shirt red while the blood on the floor worked on staining his jeans and sticking to his black hair. His blue eyes were open and glazed over.

"Oh my God," Kwan said. "That's…"

"Fenton," Dash finished. "I killed Fenton."

I'm disappointed by the short length, but I had to end here...hehe...
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