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Chapter two: Mayhem

Inner West Sydney, Australia, Terra, 5:12am, Wednesday, 7th of July, 2010

“Very good. Most of your elemental spells are in good form this morning.” Jamie looked over her student with a glint of pride in her eye. The fourteen year old, turning fifteen later this month had learnt to control his new found powers rapidly. Surprising as he had no experience with the arcane before he meet her.

This boy, Blake Indigo, was a puzzle of his own.

She couldn’t help notice the teenager’s sad excuse for a smile. It was one sign that he had traveled a long, depressing road in his short life. Another was his fire spells. They were fuelled by anger, uncontrolled and overpowered, they were like flamethrowers. She had suggested therapy on more then one occasion, but after the third attempt, she gave up.

“Let us try again.” She told the brown haired teen as he raised his open palm to the scorched candle.

A soft blue light appeared in his open hand. “De Vita Exundat flammam!” He yelled and the blue light turned into a blood red...

Blake:

Amity Park, Illinois (Timeline 3), 1:43pm Tuesday, 6th of September, 2011

“Paradise Lost!” The overweight english teacher exclaimed when we ran into the classroom. “Mr. Fenton! What are you doing?”

“We’re barricading a door.” I told the man, jamming a chair under the door handle. “There. That should stop her.”

“The door?” Tucker pointed out. “Dude. You do understand what a ghost is. Right?”

“She has to find us first.” I said with all the encouragement I could muster. Honestly. When that white haired kid said run, I didn’t wait around to argue. Sam, Tucker and Vicki were all of the same mind, taking the most complex route we could take resulting in a broken window, and nearly getting run over by the ‘Ghost Assault Vehicle’ after it’s driver decidedly parked in the middle of the football field. I will grill my foster father over that later.

Right now, I had a more interesting item to direct my attention too.

“Mr. Fenton! Why on earth do you have a meat cleaver?!” Lancer yelled.

“Isn’t it obvious?” I asked balancing the blade on the tip of my finger. “Now all I need is a carbonated beverage, a thermos... a fire breathing dragon, a very large, goofy t-rex and an alien with a tendency to play with knives.”

“All die male zu verlieren dein gedächtnis.” Vicki muttered as the room turned silent.

“I am not entirely sure where that plan came from.” The knife fell from my finger, cut through a metal desk leg and stuck in the ground, narrowly avoiding ending up in Sam’s leg for the second time today.

“Shenma?” I hissed as I did a double take. It cut though metal? I checked. It was a clean cut, both the desk and the severed leg stood in blatant disregard for the laws of physics. Tapping the leg, it sort of moved away from my hand and spun as it did.

“Ok. Something about this isn’t right.” Tucker noted.

“What is two and three of Newton’s laws of motion.” Vicki retorted.

“For that, we are going to have to wait for double jeopardy.” I declared. There was a loud bang at the door. Then another...

The weight of the large, orange jumpsuitted man and the force he was being bashed against it was too much for the door that the man flew into to the room in a rain of splinters and beef. Jack Fenton rolled over and faced me.

“Hey Danny.” He said with a happy face. “How’s it going.”

I sighed. “For the last time dad, it’s Blake. I am not a replacement for your dead son!” I yelled the foreboding shadow that fell over him.

“IT”S TIME I TAUGHT YOU WHY MEAT IS THE MOST POWERFUL OF THE FIVE FOOD GROUPS!!!” Roared the humanoid mass of meat standing in the doorway before it smiled and asked “Cookie?”

“Ok. Now we know for sure she’s evil.” I muttered. “Bad bad cookies.”

“Then perish.” The monster muttered before throwing a large pile of meat at the large man.

“De Vita Exundat flammam!” I yelled instinctively, thrusting a hand forward, palm open and a long, steam of fire. The monster made an ear splitting squeak and ran off.

The fire stopped. Lancer looked up from behind the desk he was cowering behind, Jack on the other hand was looking at a thermos inquisitively.

“Darn thing still won’t work.” He muttered.

“Let me have a look at it.” Vicki demanded, snatching the thing from the man’s hands.

Meanwhile, Sam and Tucker’s eyes were on me. “What was that?” Tuck asked.

“An aurora borealis?” I put forward.

“That barbecues meat monsters?”

“Speaking off... who’s that boy?” I asked. I swear he was familiar. And off. His face. Where did I see his face?

“Just what is this?” Vicki asked Jack, pulling me out of my train of thought. The teenager had her hand in the cylindrical container while the man’s face beamed in pride.

“It’s the Fenton Thermos. It traps ghosts. But since it doesn’t work, it’s just a thermos. A thermos with the word Fenton on it.” Jack said proudly.

“Shame the name doesn’t help it work.” Vicki muttered, pulling her hand out and peering inside the container. “I see your problem.” She took the meat cleaver out of the floor, chopped the thermos in half and started tinkering with the insides.

Then the young ghost that we saw earlier was thrown though the wall, phasing though it and regaining solidity just as he hit the floor. The lunch lady followed him though. He forgot about the kid the moment she saw Sam.

In no time at all, Sam was grabbed by the woman ghost and disappeared though the floor.

“Sam!” The younger ghost yelled following.

“Get back here ghost kid!” Jack Fenton yelled running out of the room before I had time to process the events.

“Did the ghost kid just call her Sam?” I asked. “And does anyone else get the feeling that he’s someone we meet before?” I shock the thoughts from my head as Vicki pulled the meat cleaver from the desk and displayed her whole thermos proudly.

“What’s below this classroom?” I demanded as I pocketed the meat cleaver.

“Food storage. Your not thinking of...” Lancer started, but I grabbed Tucker’s wrist and pulled him out of the room. Vicki followed with thermos in hand.

“What was the problem anyway?” I asked her.

“The power source. Ecto isn’t the best thing to use when you don’t have a good supply of it.” Vicki explained.

“Ec-what?” Tucker asked.

“Ecto. It’s basically ghost energy. Sort of.” She struggled to elaborate then said. “Look. I’ve opened the circuit. If a ghost had a hold of this, then it will work. Otherwise, it’ll blow up.”

“Blow up!?” Tucker demanded.

“Or spark violently and release anything inside.” Vicki finished as we dashed down stairs. “Either way, just don’t open it while your hand is on the contact plate.”

“There’s a contact plate?” I asked.

“Originally a safety feature.” We made it to the foot of the stairs and we got to the doors... where war was being waged.

Meat of all sorts lined the floor. Pork, beef, chicken, even lamb lied on the floor and out of the boxes that piled high. Walking inside, we were meet by a chill of the refrigerated room. The sounds of combat came from further in, witty banter and roars of anger, along with polite offers of food accompanied the battle.

Then the boxes went flying from the Lunch Lady flying though them and ending up at the wall in a daze. The ghost kid hovered in the gap he made.

“Kid!” Vicki yelled, throwing the thermos to him. He caught it, looked at it, and aimed it at the old ghost woman, muttering "Please work." under his breath.

“NO! SOUPS NOT ON TODAY’S MENU!!!”

“I’m changing the menu. Permanently.” The ghost was caught in a vortex of blue, and she was pulled screaming into the container.

The kid capped it and clipped the thermos to his belt. He looked at Tucker and then Sam who had been standing around the corner for most of the fight, with a look of sadness, like they were lost to him.

He vanished though the celling.

Amity Park, Illinois (Timeline 3), 2:06pm Tuesday, 6th of September, 2011

Within no time, the Guys in While made an appearance with, of all things, sledgehammers, tearing apart the school, smashing down walls, lockers, anything that stood in front of them before declaring the rubble ‘ghost free.’ Meanwhile the students were dismissed and we all decided to meet up at the mall in half an hour.

I went home to get a change of clothes, and leaving a death threat on Jazz’s bed for getting Jack involved. Trouble was finding a pen. I found one next to the family photo... and my eyes widened in shock at the black haired boy in the photo.

“Now I know where I saw that ghost kid?” I said picking up the photo. Ignoring the hair colour, the green eyes, even the paler skin, the similarities were there. The facts were clear...

I heard a noise in the lab. I walked down to find the ghost kid plugging the thermos into the portal’s console and emptying it back into the ghost zone.

“Hey.” I called out. He tuned and looked like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. “Danny wasn’t it.”

“How’d you know my name?” He asked.

I showed him the photo. “It wasn’t a huge leap. Hair colour put me off but it explained a lot of things in the end. But why come back?”

He looked down and away. “I thought I could handle it. But seeing Sam and Tucker, Mum, Dad and Jazz. They’ve all moved on and...”

“No they haven’t.” I interrupted. “Why do you think I’m even here? Why do you think your friends let me sit at your table? Or why your parents took me in? They haven’t moved on. They still want you here. Even your sister calls me Danny, and she’s suppose to be the level headed one.”

That got a laugh out of kid.

“So why don’t you tell them?” I asked.

“I’ve... err... wanted to a few months ago, but you were there and I had my hand full with ghost attacks...”

“So I saw. Are they all as rubbish like the Lunch Lady?”

“Ever heard of the Box Ghost?”

“Seriously? There’s a Box Ghost?” I laughed. “But honestly, a burdened shared is easier to carry. That and I’m getting tired of being mistaken for you. So, Danny Phantom. Daniel Fenton. Ready to make the ultimate comeback?”

He smiled as we heard a loud slam. “If only I could have gotten my hands on that ghost kid, I would have torn him apart molecule by molecule.” Jack Fenton yelled as he came down stairs, and stop dead in his tracks. “What are you doing down here?”

“Dad. I can explain wh...” I started, trying to formulate reasons why a ghost would be down here in his lab, and excuses on why he shouldn’t be redistributed.

“You know you shouldn’t be down here Blake Fenton.” He said in a matter of fact tone.

First I wondered why he didn’t mention the ghost in the lab. Quick check behind me found the reason. Danny was absent from the room.

“I heard noises down here and I thought someone had broken in.” I said, hiding the stress in my voice. Recently, I’ve found it easier to lie. I started walking out of the lab. “Anyway, I’m meeting friends in ten minutes, can’t say.” I bowed out with the feeling that I was being followed. I didn’t say anything until I was outside and he was visible. “I’m guessing I’m making the introductions.”

Alexander Victoria:

“Oh great and powerful dragon, the princess has returned to your lair.” I called out as I walked into the refurbished warehouse that was turned into a more habitable place. There wasn’t an answer from Ryu, so I assumed he was out. I checked the runes written around the door. They were still holding. Amity Park had a history of hauntings, and Blake made sure that this place was well guarded on both the physical and supernatural founts.

The place itself was comfortable to live in. Lounge room, small kitchen, a couple of bedrooms, and even a small area set aside for my work and I had an idea in my head after a lecture on tesla coils and that thermos sparked something.

I heard the phone ring.

“Hanover Residence.” I answered still adding to the sketch.

“Ms. Hanover, this is Pete Murry, caretaker of the Amity Park Scarpyard. You’ve made inquiries about digging into our yard for spare parts.” The voice on the other end said.

“Yes, if you don’t have any problems with my request.”

“No no. No problems. I’m just happy to see that this stuff won’t be going to waste. I have environmentalists come and take what can be used again, and artists take the rest.”

I heard the skylight open and close. At first, I thought it was Ryu coming back from a flight. “Ok then, I’ll come by later this afternoon. Maybe closer to the evening.”

The conversation ended after a few pleasantries and I heard Ryu walk up behind me.

“No, he doesn’t remember yet, but he’s starting to.” I told the dragon. “But I think we may have stumbled on something else. Remember that Invsobil from the news.”

“I want tee!”

“Actuarially, I feel like a cup myself and your not Ryu.” I turned and found myself staring at a large blue dragon. “Ok. We are not amused.”