Danny Phantom Fan Fiction ❯ Send Me A Song ❯ Caught Fish ( Chapter 3 )

One, two, three, four, five,
Once I caught a fish alive,
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten,
Then I let it go again

Invisible. Some high school students who hovered just below the social radar liked to call themselves that, they liked to use the word and mix it in a pot with others like it to somehow describe their experience in the concrete reformatory they were forced to adjourn to five days out of the week. Yet at the same time when they did anything particularly embarrassing, they said that they wished they could become invisible, disappear entirely, and never return. The gross overuse of the term was something that irritated Danny, because when he used it, it was a bit more literal.

At the moment Danny really was invisible, and not the `nobody particularly popular would notice him' kind of invisible, but the `people could read the newspaper through his torso' invisible, or rather, the school activities board, which was what was currently behind him.

"Over here!" Danny heard one call, which made him tense even more, the little green dog in his arms slobbered at his hand covering its muzzle, but Danny refrained from acknowledging the ickiness of the act, instead concentrating on getting out of the situation as best he could. Ghost hunters in the building, Cujo running haywire in his school, ghost security and surveillance newly installed by his ever so loving parents, and now cornered in between a wall he can't faze through without stepping into a meeting between the GWI, the principal and superintendent, and his family, and two teenagers who had volunteered enthusiastically and were told to 'scout the area.'

Obviously GWI speech for, get these freshmen fan-boys away from us.

Inching away slightly he grimaced when the little taser-like piece of tech edged in that direction as well. Damn, it wasn't as though he was transformed either, just a little see-through action in his human state, he should not be giving off ectoplasmic signatures, it had to be Cujo they were tracking.

He crouched down, butt almost touching the floor, and duck walked a ways, watching the teen watching the device, Cujo growling behind his hand when another came up behind his friend with a Fenton Grappler, it didn't exactly raise Danny's hopes of escape, but the fact that the first one had not moved after him, but simply swayed the device back and forth told him the item was a GIW invention, and not the Fenton Finder, so they could track him, but not how far he was, which made him a little less screwed.

Slowly he made his way backwards, one foot, then the next, painfully slow movements that made his thighs and calves ache. Then when he was a few feet away from them he stood and bolted.

He slammed into the boys bathroom, door swinging open wide, and then because he was invisible, and not intangible, he subsequently slammed into the person currently inside the tiled room.

Losing his concentration for an instant he flicked back into view, toppling over the large occupant and crashing to the ground as the heavy door slowly slid shut.

His mind was blank for an instant when he lifted his gaze from a black cotton covered torso to the clammy face of Dash Baxter. With his horrid luck today, it really shouldn't have surprised him. He had tripped over dash while he was using the urinal.

“Um, uh sorry.” Danny choked out as he struggled to get off the larger teen without lessening his grip on the struggling green puppy in his arms. If given the chance, Cujo would happily dart back out there to be chase all around again by his favorite ghost boy.

Something twitched against his stomach.

At first he thought it was the dog's tail, but Cujo's wasn't that long, or thick. He looked back at Dash, eyes wide, seeing the flush of embarrassment. He had so not been using the urinal.

He jolted up, gripping the dog to him and stumbling back against the door. “Uh, I'm really, really sorry.” He apologized again to Dash as the boy put his legs together and tugged his shirt down over himself. The Jock didn't look at him, just stared at the wall blushing with a hand over his mouth. “I…I'll leave now.”

He was out the door again in an instant.

Behind Dash's hand, he was smiling.

Why did you let it go?
Because it bit my finger so.
Which finger did it bite?
This little finger on my right.