Danny Phantom: A Fictional Narrative

Charles smiled. “Then it is no trick that I intervened. As I said, I saw this man fight, and I sought almost immediately to have him.”

"So, you're the new guy. I heard your father was a knight too." the knight said, trying to spark up conversation.

“The most important thing to remember is that what happened to you was not your fault,” Dr. Avis spoke in a soft voice. Danny cried harder at these words while the full impact of having delved back into a time in her life in which she had barely survived hit her.

I was so happy that the conversation between Dominic and I was just a figment of my imagination. Well, I was elated until I saw him sitting in the corner of my hospital room, still in all black, talking on his phone. He looked so astute and important in his all black suit, that’s probably why he wears it everywhere. “ Why am I here?” I intended my derogatory question for no one in particular because there were several nurses in the room at the time. “ Oh, ladies he is awake.” One of the nurses told the rest. “ Um, sir, while you were at McDonald’s you blacked out and suffered a minor concussion. “ The nurse also explained to me that I am okay to go if I felt better.

Tossing him a lopsided smile, Randal held out his hand. “Thanks, man. If I had to be fired by someone, I’m glad it was by you. At least I have a handle on what the problem was.”

“Can you tell us a little about your character?” I ask, unfamiliar with his story.

“Good morning. your kids looked upset so I thought I could play a game to cheer them up and I helped your husband too,” he cautiously announced like if he thought I was going to attack him.

It definitely wasn’t supposed to be a chase through downtown Santa Monica, either. Only, when you’re dodging strangers and jumping over benches, that’s exactly what it was. Mickey could hear the irritated warnings and yelps of innocent bystanders as he pushed through them, trying to keep watch of Dominic, who was doing the same before him. “I see them! They’re heading for the pier!” Mickey turned his head quickly, scanning the hundreds of heads and shuffling bodies. Where were they? Just as Mickey was about to call out to Dominic, he looked up and locked eyes with one of the assassins. His breath hitched in his throat, and he stumbed forward through the sea of people blindly. “Dom! Dominic! They’re on the roof!” Mickey shoved past a line of excited

"Not that it's any of your business, but they're on a mission. We do have more important things to deal with than a petty thief, you know." Robin said as he moved to slam a foot into Red's chest. He had been refraining from using most of his weapons as to not break any of the valuables in the museum.

Gemma took a deep breath, and when she spoke again her voice was steady. “I mean that we can’t go to war.”

“Hello,” said Gilman. There was a long pause. “I believe I have seen you about town.”

bumping his knees into the back of couch, jason avoids answering his friend’s question before he shifts his gaze from his face and insetad towards the television and its frozen image. once recognising the tolkian shapes and hues of it, jason looks back at andrew once again, hands still tied to his back when he finds words to speak, “... I made you this.” carefully fiddling with the mask he’s hiding, jason slowly rounds it beside his waist and lifts it up just high enough for his friend to see it as he continues, “ And I thought that maybe I could buy you one of those root beer floats from that diner we went

“To what purpose? How could I face them?” His response was quiet and devoid of emotion, but the gentle tremble of guilt glided along the surface.

“We remember Danny,” Tucker said slowly, “but didn't you hear it from Wes? After all, his Dad works for him, and he's not very reliable.”

“I guess that's true,” Danny admitted. “Apparently even Vlad was invited. I doubt he's going though; he still has a grudge against Ember ever since she broke into his house and replaced all his personal files with Ember CDs.”