"Care to explain why you are late this time, Mr. Fenton?"

Danny Fenton sighed, letting go of the doorknob.

"No, sir." He muttered. Mr. Lancer glared at him.

"Well then..." the English teacher mused. "Detention it is. Again, Mr. Fenton." he snapped.

"Yes, sir." Danny said quietly, and retreated to his seat at the back of the class.

The students jeered at him as he passed, throwing paper balls and sticking him with their pencils. Somebody stuck out their foot and Danny tripped, dropping his backpack and cracking his head on a desk.

Danny barely winced.

"Sorry." he muttered. The class laughed.

"Nice job, Fento-Freak!" a blonde jock yelled from across the room. The class laughed louder.

Danny picked up his backpack and hurried to his seat, dropping quickly into the wooden desk.

An African American boy who wore large glasses sat on his left, while a dark haired girl with dark purple eyes sat on his right.

They both looked at Danny concerned, because he was their best friend and he hadn't told them what was wrong. Why was he late this time? Was it an attack? Why didn't he call them?

The boy with the glasses tried to get Danny's attention, but he stared blankly ahead. The girl glanced at him worried, but returned her attention to the front of the class.

"Well class," Mr. Lancer spoke up. "Since I have no lesson planned for today, we will simply watch some news clips and discuss what we think about the topic at hand."

The class groaned and got ready to sneak out their phones.

"Now wait just a second. I think the topic would be more than to your taste this time, class."

He turned to the TV, remote in hand.

Tucker Foley took that moment to try and get Danny's attention once more.

"Danny! Hey man, what's the problem? Are you okay? Danny! Was it a-" he was interrupted.

"Class! Pay attention."

Tucker reluctantly turned around, sending a piteous look at Sam Manson, who was hoping her friend was alright.

The TV had flickered to life, showing the news channel. The weather was just going off.

"Hey, This is Lance Thunder here! I'm here on the latest update on our town hero, Danny Phantom, who is fighting a ghost right here, right now."

Danny's eyes focused on the screen, as if in a trance. The class cheered. This newscast was about Phantom!

The screen showed a green, black, and red blur, before the camera focused, showing Danny Phantom facing none other than Vlad Plasmius at the park.

On the screen, Phantom charged up an ectoblast in his hand, glaring hard at Plasmius, who just smiled.

"Oh Daniel. How many times have I told you? Your attempts at squashing my interest in our kind is pointless. Join me, and I will teach you all you need to know. Don't let your obsession get the best of you." Plasmius smirked. Phantom's eyes glowed a brighter green.

"Holy cow, he's pissed!" Lance's voice could be heard.

"MY OBSESSION?! You don't even know what my obsession is, you creepy bastard! And you should talk, letting your obsession for YOURSELF to get way out of hand! WAKE UP VLAD, YOU CANT.HAVE . EVERYTHING!" Phantom's spectral voice echoed loudly as he shot three huge ectoblasts at Vlad.

Plasmius brought up a pink ghost shield, then shot back four pink ectoblasts.

"YES I CAN! And I will have you as my apprentice, whether you come willingly or not!"

He then pulled out a strange looking gun and it glowed red. The gun let out a high whine as it charged up.

"Danny! No!" a voice yelled off screen. Plasmius fired the gun right at Phantom's chest. There was a bright green blur and suddenly Phantom was pinned to the ground.

Phantom untangled himself from the pile of black and white. "Danielle! No!" Phantom yelled.

In his arms lay a young female ghost whose long white hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She had gotten hit by the red beam of light, and now thre was a gaping, bubbling hole in her chest. "Danielle!" Phantom cried. "Danny..." the ghost smiled. Then she melted into a pile of glowing red gloop. Phantom sat stunned in the puddle of goo.

"Hmm. It should not have had that effect..." Plasmius muttered, not even caring that he had melted Danielle Phantom.

"What did he just do?" the blonde jock asked stupidly. Dannys eyes were still glued to the screen.

On the screen, Phantom still sat in the puddle of goop as Vlad Plasmius examined his gun.

Plasmius muttered to himself about the blueprints for the weapon getting tampered with, but Phantom sat in the red, bubbling remains of his clone, his daughter, and he lost it.

Phantom's gloved hands clenched into fists in the liquid goop, his green aura glowing brighter and brighter.

"What the hell?!" the camera man said.

Danny Phantom stood slowly, his white bangs covering his face. His aura seemed to be flickering, like it was a live flame.

Black frost crept up his long, white boots and his gloves. His famous white 'DP' insignia on the front of his black jumpsuit glowed a bright, ghostly green.

His white hair swayed in the breeze, revealing one bright, scary, red eye .

Phantom raised his left hand and charged up a red ectoblast. Plasmius looked up at the sound.

Phantom chuckled darkly. "Congratulations, Vlad."

Plasmius dropped the gun at the sound of his voice.

Phantom looked up, showing one ghostly green eye and one bright red one. Black frost patterns curled around the left side of his face.

"What's wrong with him?!" Paulina Sanchez screeched.

The black frost creeped into his left eye, giving the green orb a shattered glass look. Phantom grinned, flashing a sharp set of pearly white fangs.

"You've finally pissed me off."

He raised both arms and fired two beams of light, on red one green. Plasmius' eyes widened as both blasts knocked him backward into a tree, which cracked and shattered under the force.

"Oh my God.." Lance said.

Phantom flew forward, forming a long scythe from what looked to be green ice.

Plasmius groaned and sat up from the wreckage, only to have a sharp black blade at his neck.

"I've finally shattered, Vlad." Phantom chuckled. "And I really want to kill you."

Plasmius tried to back away from the blade, but found he could move no further. Ice had covered the lower half of his body.

"You know Vlad, you really should have killed me when you had the chance. But now there's a new Dan Phantom, and he's come to play." Phantom snickered.

"Dan Phantom?" the camera man mused.

Phantom's scythe glowed white and Plasmius raised a feeble shield.

Suddenly Phantom stopped powering his scythe. The smirk dropped from his face.

"What happened? Why'd he stop?"

"Oh no.....is that me?" he asked quietly. Vlad Plasmius glanced at his circular shield, which was reflecting Danny's face. Phantom lowered his scythe, which evaporated into black steam.

Phantom raised his hand to his frost covered face. He rested his gloved hand against the dome, staring into his two different color eyes.

"Danielle, What have I done?" he said sadly.

His eyes refocused on Plasmius, who sat under the pink dome, eyes wide and scared. His legs and lower waist were encased in a thick layer of ice. Small cuts were leaking ectoplasm all over his body.

Phantom backed away quickly.

"Oh no. No, no, no, NO!" Phantom dropped to his knees clutching His head.

"I promised her...I PROMISED..." he screamed. He was full on crying by now.

Phantom's aura dimmed greatly. The black frost melted off his hands and feet. Plasmius turned into a oddly coloured cloud and disappeared.

"I'm sorry.... I'm so sorry..." Phantom sobbed.

"Poor guy..." Lance commented.

Phantom began emitting mist to surround him. As if called, a form appeared beside him.

"Get up Danny! We're better than this!" it said, shaking his shoulders with white gloved hands.

"We promised, Phantom...I let her down. I let her die..." Phantom cried.

"Keep it together, Danny! We can't just fall apart! Danielle wouldn't want us to do that!" the smoky Phantom said.

Phantom wiped his eyes and nodded.

"You're right. Sorry. Thanks Phantom." Phantom said.

The smoky ghost laughed.

"Really Danny, When am I not?" The smoky Phantom laughed and disappeared along with the mist.

"Bye, Phantom." Danny Phantom muttered.

"Whoa! There was two of him!" a blonde girl said. "Wait.... who's that?"

"Well look at what we have here."

Phantom groaned and stood up. He got into a tired fighting position.

"Woah! Two ghosts in one hour!" Lance could be heard saying.

"What do you want, Walker?" Phantom sighed.

"Well, boy. I happened to be checking the status list for wanted criminals, and guess who's name was at the top." the uniformed ghost sneered.

Phantom growled and both his hands glowed green.

"It seems that you have broken quite a few rules, boy. I have a prison cell with your name on it. And you can spend the next 270,500,243 years getting used to it."

Walker pulled out a large silver pistol and shot at Phantom's head. Phantom dodged as he took to the sky, fireing many (thankfully, green) ectoblasts at the opposing ghost.

Phantom smiled. "Well if you haven't noticed by now, I don't play by the rules!"

The class cheered. "Yeah! Phantom's back, baby!" Dash Baxter yelled.

The TV winked off, and the whole class groaned and whined. Mr. Lancer had unplugged it with his foot, walking forward.

"Hey, turn it back on!"

"No! We wanted to see that Walker dude get beat down!"

Mr. Lancer simply ignored them and continued walking down the aisle with a worried look on his face.

"Mr. Fenton?" The class quieted as they saw his condition.

Danny was still staring at the blackened screen, his eyes wide and unseeing. His black hair was unkempt and pointed in every direction.

Lancer's eyes grew wide as he grew closer.The right side of his face was covered in blood shades of deep crimson. The child's eyes were a dull grey, different from the usual icy blue.

"Mr. Fenton?!" he remained unresponsive.

"Danny?!" Sam asked, touching his arm.

"Hey man, snap out of it!" Tucker shouted, banging on Danny's desk.

"Mr. Fenton?!" Lancer said again.

"Huh?" Danny said, not paying attention.

"Danny!"

"Yeah? Huh, what?!" he snapped to attention. He quickly scanned the room, but then took in the worried faces and blank TV screen.

"I'm sorry Mr. Lancer. I'll try not to fall asleep in class anymore." Danny said quietly.

Mr. Lancer looked astonished. "Why is there blood on your face?"

Sam's eyes widened. The desk, she mouthed to Tucker.

Danny raised a hand to his face, much like in the video. When he brought it away, his fingers were smeared with red. His expression remained blank as he clenched his hand into a fist.

"Its paint." he lied blandly.

Mr. Lancer's worried face quickly morphed into one of irritation. "Two days detention, Mr. Fenton." He snapped loudly.

"Well great, Fentonio. Now we've missed the rest of the show about Phantom! Stop trying to get attention, acting like you're hurt or something!"

"Yeah, loser boy. Nobody cares about you." Paulina sneered.

Danny chuckled quietly to himself, still ignoring his friends as class continued.

Nobody cares about you, Fenton. Stop trying to get all th attention! We wanted to watch Phantom, not you NERD.

Unbelievable.