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Another Phantom Chapter 2

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Danny bit his lip, unnerved by the ghost's unwillingness to be crammed into the Fenton thermos. He understood the aversion (thanks to Jazz!), but this ghost needed to be put back into the ghost zone so he couldn't hurt anyone else. Summoning all the courage he had, Danny announced, "Look, you're going back, whether you like it or not!"
"Dude, why didn't you just say that from the start?" Tucker asked, turning his head to Danny. "Does this answer your question?" the ghost hissed coolly, flicking his deadly lasso around Tucker's neck. "Tucker!!" Danny screamed, and without warning, tackled the dark ghost. The ghost seemed totally unprepared for this, landing in a sprawling heap on the floor. Leaping up, he glared daggers at Danny, who now held the catgut lasso. "You tire Erik, boy! He only wishes that you leave him be! Even the SOULS of humans are pitifully flawed!!" Sam's eyes widened, "wait… did you say ERIK?" The ghost's glaring eyes snapped to her, "that is my name, you witless dolt!"

Sam took an instant step back, "Danny!" she commanded, "drop that and get over here!" Danny looked at her as if she had just suggested to swim in gasoline, then attend a smoker's convention. "And give the crazy ghost his weapon back?!"
"Just do it!!"
Danny, hoping fiercely that she had some elaborate plan, did so. Nobody needed to tell Tucker to follow. Sam raised her hands in a gesture of defeat, "there, you win. We're backing off now."
"WHAT??" Danny and Tucker shouted immediately. "You morons!" Sam fumed, "Look at him! A mask, black clothes, really tall and thin, speaks in third person…" Danny and Tucker blinked in confusion. Sam face-palmed in frustration, "he's the Phantom of the Opera!"
"The… what?"
"The Phantom of the Opera! You know, the Opera Ghost!"
Still nothing.
"Have you two read any books? AT ALL?" Sam snapped. Tucker gave a snort of laughter, "what kind of ghost haunts an OPERA?" Erik, who had until now been eyeing the trio warily, was now standing over tucker menacingly, "would you care to find out?"
"N-n-no sir!" Tucker stammered, every hint of humor gone from his voice.

"Forgive my friend, he's a little, ah, slow," Sam turned to Erik, pointing to her head and nodding in Tucker's direction. "Hey!" Tucker protested, but Erik only eyed her warily, like a wild animal being offered a handful of food. "We know when we're beat," she said simply, and Danny and Tucker exchanged bewildered glances. Sam looked to them, "can my friends and I have a moment to talk things through?" Erik seemed to mull this over, then nodded his acceptance. Without pause, Sam dragged Danny and Tucker outside.

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Surprises at every turn. Erik was surprised that he had been able to contain his temper for so long. Anything that did not end in murder was a success; the occasional mauling was reasonably acceptable, depending on the conditions. The young girl, Sam, seemed to have the most common sense of the three, and had pulled the other two aside to urgently discuss their next course of action. Erik listened, with the ears of a cat, as she hurriedly explained his experience with the Opera Populaire (quite one-sided, one might add!). She said that she was sure that they were outmatched, and Erik could almost feel the embarrassment radiating from her ghostly companion. This was followed by some argument as to what steps should be taken next. In the end, they could agree on nothing, and were forced to trudge back into the room, no closer to a solution than they had been before.

"Um, sorry we took so long; we were just… uh…" Sam struggled to come up with a plausible explanation. "Attempting, rather poorly I might add, to decide what to do with me?" Erik suggested coolly. "… Yeah," Sam admitted, knowing that it was useless to lie. Erik shrugged and said, "I am in your position as well."
"Wait, you're WHAT?" Danny interjected, giving Erik a quizzical look. Erik was visibly tense, restraining himself from taking his frustration out on Danny and his friends. "I have been in the company of the human race for a period extended beyond my liking. It was amusing at first, but I grow weary of such observation," he sighed. "Then why not just go back to the ghost zone?" asked tucker, earning a glare from Erik, who had taken a disliking of him. "The ghost zone is immense beyond comprehension," Erik explained in aggravated tones, "once you think that you have explored the whole expanse, even more terrain is revealed. Or so I have heard…" he added darkly.

"Couldn't you just retrace your steps?" asked Sam, "er, figuratively, of course."
Erik's yellow eyes flashed, "I tire of your incessant questions!" he spat, rising into the air. "I could end you now! Be thankful that you are mere children!!" and with that, he disappeared into the darkness of the eerie church. "Aw, crud," Danny huffed.

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Why had he given them so much information?! Erik was still fuming the following morning. Although he could easily avoid the threats of the real world with his ghostly abilities, Erik still disliked daylight. Fortunately enough, he had managed to find an abandoned building to hide in; he did not feel like exploring the new world today. He chose, instead, to make himself miserable (more so than usual) by asking himself the same questions over and over again. Why had he told those children so much? Information makes one vulnerable! He had told them much more than they needed to know… which was, of course, nothing! When would he learn to keep his nose (metaphorically) out of the business of the human world?!

Thank god Erik left before too much damage had been done… he didn't need to tell them that he was desperately lost! LOST! He had once roamed the world with no concern for direction or destination. Countless years had strangled such freedom, leaving it pitiful and wilted. He depended on uniformity… a place to hide away… a dark hole in which to shield himself from the hatred of the world… nothing could provide such isolated freedom… except for the ghost zone! But he was no fool… the ghost zone had changed since he first made his home… things had moved. Whole expanses had disappeared or been replaced, even created at random. More and more ghosts were cropping up, clouding the ghost zone with their destructive malice. Erik only wanted to be left alone… fortunately, most ghost even seemed afraid of him! But the more ambitious ones… he did not want to run into them. He had lost the will to fight long ago, and doubted if he could survive a real challenge. If there could be a second death, he did not fear it! But a fate worse than death… he knew that that was entirely possible, a likely fate for those who crossed the wrong ghost.

Erik was so caught up in his thoughts that he did not notice that wrong ghost mere feet away…

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"I KNEW it was a ghost!" Jazz fumed at Danny, "why didn't you tell me?!"
"Because I knew you'd react like this!" Danny shot back, "you're lucky I didn't tell you! That ghost came an inch from killing me; god knows what he'd do to you!"
"And WHAT is that supposed to mean?!"
Danny was glad that he had gotten a decent night's rest after the events with Erik. He had managed to avoid Jazz… until now. "Look, we need to get to school," he sighed wearily, with a meaningful glance at his backpack. Jazz's eyes narrowed, but at length she said, "fine. But you're telling me EVERYTHING when we get home."

Going ghost, Danny started his flight to school. He was glad that he had his powers… he didn't have to ride the bus! Deciding that he had time, Danny took the long route. His mistake. About halfway through his trip, Danny was distracted by the sound of fighting. "Just what I need: something else to go wrong!" Danny grumbled to himself, but hurried on to the source of the sound. As Danny rounded the corner of a rather tell, stone building, he somewhat wished that he hadn't. The fight taking place before him was between two ghosts that he knew and loathed: Skulker and Erik! "Ha ha ha! There's no use fighting! Skulker never loses his prey!" Skulker laughed, blasting ecto-lasers at Erik. Erik dodged with the grace of a jungle cat, but Danny could see that something was affecting him; something that was sapping away the regal arrogance that he had displayed last night.

Danny waited, unsure of what to do. Why hadn't Erik fought back? Then it hit him: he probably HAD! The only way that Erik had fought last night was with that lasso, choking the life out of his opponents. But Skulker was inside of a robot suit; robots don't breathe! But now Danny was faced with a dilemma. Skulker had probably started this fight, seeing Erik as another animal to put on display. Skulker was a problem, but he looked like he might be able to catch the other ghost, something that Danny wasn't sure would be possible for him. Danny could just let Skulker take care of his problem for him… Danny's time to decide was running out. Skulker was landing some hits on Erik. Danny's time was up when an ecto-missile hit Erik full-on, causing him to plummet to the ground.

Against his better judgment, Danny shot forward, catching the dark ghost before he hit the ground. Danny shivered; the cold aura that surrounded all ghosts seemed concentrated around Erik. Erik made no protest as Danny set him on the ground, and Danny could only assume that he has lost consciousness. "Well, if it isn't the ghost child!" Skulker crowed, folding his arms, "quite the hero, aren't you? You're even saving ghosts!" Skulker's glare darkened into seriousness, "you DO realize what that one has done, don't you?"
"Well, if you're hunting him, he can't be that bad," Danny retorted, standing to face Skulker. Skulker frowned, "you are not my prey this day. Stand down and let me finish what I started, or I will finish YOU!"
"Wanna bet?" Danny grinned, evaporating Skulker's bravado. "Bah! I'll claim that beast when I see fit!" Skulker growled and, turning away, flew off with the aid of his jet-pack.

Danny turned his attention to the ghost lying on the pavement. He walked over to examine him. It looked like he has sustained more injuries in the battle that it would appear at first glance. His clothes looked singed from Skulker's blasts, and he could see patches of the green substance that served as blood for ghosts. Danny started as he realized that Erik was beginning to stir. Danny thought about sucking the injured ghost into the Fenton thermos right then and there, but looking at him, he couldn't suppress a feeling of pity. Sending this ghost back to the ghost zone now would be cruel, especially with Skulker hunting him. Danny sighed; he was going to miss school again.
chapter 2 of my danny phantom X phantom of the opera crossover fic, "another phantom". please comment.

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:D you really need to start sending me links!!!!