Danny Phantom Fan Fiction ❯ Posthumous Legacies ❯ The Attack ( Chapter 3 )

Posthumous Legacies

 

 

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Outside, outside the walls
Out there you don't hear the echoes and calls

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Chapter Three: Attack

 

I dreamt about the last time I saw him last night.

 

(It haunts me. Maybe it's him that haunts me. Maybe I think too much.)

 

I can see his figure illuminated by the light of the Ghost Portal behind him. He looks at me with a serious expression, and I feel my insides freeze up. His hands clasp over mine, and his face is inches from mine.

 

“Please,” I hear myself say, “There has to be another way.”

 

He shakes his head. “I have to.”

 

My breath catches in my throat. My whispers are drowned out by the sounds of fighting and explosions outside. Then suddenly he leaned in, and our lips touch.

 

He can't leave.

 

But he did.

 

He waved goodbye and stepped into the Ghost Portal.

 

It closed behind him.

 

I touch my lips. He'd whispered his promise.

 

He'd promised he'd come back.

 

He never came back.

 

I'm shaking. I don't know where I am, but it's far. I step out of the bus and took a breath.

 

I noticed the name of the city: Helhera.

 

I know someone here.

 

There's an internet café not far off, and I can message her from there. I had enough money left over to order something to eat and maybe a bit more. I'm sure she wouldn't mind putting me up for a few days.

 

I click my heels together and thought: there's no place like home.

 

There are better places.

 

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Grey logged in, clicked TF's name, and started a conversation.

 

Grey Shadow: My friend's worried. She's paranoid.

 

TF13: Lots of people are paranoid. They just hide it better.

 

Grey Shadow: ::laughs:: I guess so. But I do want to meet you.

 

TF13: I can get there, I just need an address. I think I can nab a few things to help you, too.

 

Grey Shadow: I think I can supply you with some directions.

 

It didn't matter what Sam thought anyway, she decided as she typed in the meeting place, as long as she could chop up baddies, there wasn't much to be worried about.

 

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Sam groaned.

 

“Still hurting?”

 

She looked up. Grey was leaning over her, a somber look on her face.

 

“I'd think so.”

 

“Your forehead's healing nicely, but your arm's not looking so good.”

 

Sam wiggled her fingers. Grey had put her arm in a cast and splint. It still hurt like hell.

 

“What time is it?” she asked.

 

Grey nodded absently.

 

Sam frowned and waved a hand in front of her face. “You okay?”

 

Another nod.

 

“You're not okay?”

 

Another nod.

 

She pushed back a strand of hair. “So you're not okay.”

 

Grey blinked then looked at her. “What? I wasn't listening.”

 

“You really don't pay attention do you?”

 

“I was thinking,” she said indignantly. “TF said he was going to bring a few things to help us.”

 

“You're still meeting him?” Sam sighed.

 

“Of course.” Grey bristled. “I don't know what you're so worked up over.”

 

She shook her head. “Nothing.”

 

“You'll come with me.”

 

“Why do I have to go?” she whined. “It's your boyfriend.”

 

Grey's face turned red. “Not my boyfriend first off. And I need a bodyguard.”

 

“Why does it have to be me?”

 

“You're the one with the cool scythe-thingy.”

 

Sam sighed. “I hate you so much.”

 

“Yeah, but without me, you'd just be the crazy girl on the side of the road.”

 

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Sam twirled her staff idly, glancing around. She half expected another ghost to appear, but that would jinx herself; she was in no shape to fight any baddies a second time around.

 

But she was still patrolling; Helhera seemed to have a ghost problem, but hardly a noticeable one. Amityville had been much worse off.

 

But that still begged the question: where were these ghosts coming from?

 

She didn't know anyone else with a Ghost Portal, and she doubted ghosts coming from Amityville would travel all the way to Helhera.

 

Sam sighed.

 

“Why don't I feel good about this?”

 

“You aren't about to feel any better.”

 

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Grey looked over the blueprints to the Ghost Portal.

 

There was no way she could do this without help.

 

She considered logging back on, then decided against it. There was no one she really wanted to talk to, and TF would be gone by now. He was apparently taking classes at the local college and she knew his class schedule fairly well.

 

She turned to the computer and typed “Fenton Works” into the search engine.

 

`2,140,000 entries,' she thought, `Damn.'

 

She abandoned her search, not even sure what she was searching for.

 

In short, she was bored.

 

`Why does Sam get to have all the fun?'

 

Then she noticed something…

 

…There was a ghostly glow coming from her computer…

 

…And files were opening by themselves…

 

…

 

`……'

 

`….Am I getting hacked by a ghost…?'

 

Which would make sense; computers didn't glow green when being hacked by humans.

 

She glanced at some of the files being opened. Her Fenton files.

 

`Oh shit.'

 

Grey could honestly say she'd never been hacked by a ghost before.

 

She wondered what she should do.

 

…

 

Nothing came to mind.

 

Then she heard it…

 

…The tiny voice…

 

…And she heard a name…

 

“It is I, Technus!”

 

Well, she thought, Screwed am I.