Blood Blossoms Are Red
A Danny Phantom Fan-Fiction by Emachinescat
Summary: Blood blossoms are red, your ghost sense is blue, but now your powers are gone, and we're coming for you. Danny's ghost powers mysteriously vanish when he stumbles upon an illegal drug operation in Amity Park. Alone, powerless, and hunted, Danny must get out of this himself, because this time, not even Danny Phantom can help.
Blood Blossoms Are Red
Prologue: Flight of the Box Ghost
It was amazing, really, the amount of trouble Danny could get himself into just by going to the movies on a Friday night. Most teenagers could go out with their friends on the weekends, with nothing to worry about other than getting busted for breaking curfew or getting kicked out of R-rated movies. But nearly every evening out with Sam and Tucker ended in some kind of ghost-related peril, which, in turn, ended in many bruises, cuts, and splattered ectoplasm for Danny. It wasn't that Danny didn't want to protect Amity Park from ghosts anymore, but he would like to have at least one weekend where he wasn't Danny Phantom.
At first, it seemed like everything was going to be normal for a change. Danny and his friends had gotten through the entire movie without a ghost phasing through the screen, screams of "Ghost!" emanating from outside the theater, or any other supernatural setbacks. Danny had three large cups of soda and had been to the bathroom twice during the movie and hadn't gotten attacked once.
Then came the walk back to Danny's place. Since the night was still young, the teens planned to chill at Danny's house after the movie. As they were walking down the deserted sidewalk, Danny thought he heard a strange noise from somewhere up ahead, a sort of wailing. A wisp of freezing air came out of his mouth and he sighed. "Knew it was too good to last," he said glumly. "Sorry, guys. I'm going ghost!"
A rush of cold air swept through him. No matter how many times Danny changed into his ghost form, he could never quite get used to the feeling of his blood turning to ice. He could almost feel every cell in his body freezing, his blood turning to ectoplasm and his pulse slowing down. A surge of power welled up inside of him and he breathed deeply, exhilarated. Even if he sometimes resented having to give up his free time hunting ghosts, he wouldn't give up his powers for anything. He was making a difference, and was having a great time doing it.
"Go ahead, Danny!" Tucker said. "We'll catch up. Do your thing, man, and we should still have time to hang."
"See you guys at my place!" Danny agreed, taking off, closing his eyes briefly as the wind ruffled through his white hair.
As he flew toward the sound, he faintly heard Sam's voice calling out to him. "Be careful!"
He smiled and dove toward the alley that was apparently being haunted by… He squinted, then grinned. The Box Ghost. Boy, was this going to be easy!
He descended easily, coming to a smooth stop several feet above the ground. He hovered there, arms across his chest, and feet planted firmly on thin air. "Didn't I just put send you back to the Ghost Zone last week?" he asked, rolling his eyes.
The Box Ghost was not at all perturbed by his foe's exasperation. "I am the Box Ghost!" he announced, waving his arms wildly in the air to emphasize his point. "You cannot contain me in your silly Ghost Zone! Where there are boxes, I shall always be! Do you want to know why?"
Danny shook his head. "No, not really."
"Because I am the Box Ghost! Beware!"
Danny sighed. "Okay, let's get this over with, because I've got somewhere to be." He held out the Fenton Thermos. "Any chance you'll willingly go in here to save us both the time and trouble? We both know how this is going to end."
"You cannot put me in that cylindrical container! You cannot stop me!"
"Dude, I've sucked you into the Fenton Thermos, like, twenty times before. Let's just get this over with. What're you attacking with this time? Props? Umbrellas? The random doo-dads of some dead old guy?"
"Prepare to be pummeled by…" The Box Ghost took a moment to peer at the unmarked boxes lying on the sides of the alley and around an empty black van that Danny just now noticed, parked in the shadows in the rear of the alleyway. When he saw that there was nothing written to identify the contents of the boxes, he proceeded to make his head intangible and poke it into the box to find out for himself. Not ten seconds later did he pull his head back out, yelping like he'd just been shocked, and flew away, screeching, "Bad box! Baaaad box! Stay awaaaay!" Then he was gone.
Danny contemplated going after him, but he knew that the Box Ghost wasn't going to cause any real harm. Besides, he was more than a little curious about what was in that box. He quickly changed back into his human form, landing agilely on his red-sneaker clad feet. He crept slowly for the box, wondering what could be in there that was so scary it scared a ghost away? Then he reminded himself that the ghost was the Box Ghost, so it could have simply been bouncy balls or tin cans or something of the non-square variety. Still, it wouldn't hurt to be wary.
"Just one little peek," he told himself, "and then I'll head on to meet Tucker and Sam." He ignored the nagging little voice in the back of his head that insisted this was a bad idea, and reached for the box's lid. It wasn't taped, so he was able to open it easily. At first glance, he wasn't sure what he was looking at. There were bottles and bags, filled with a strange pink-ish powder. Other bottles had pills and still others held some sort of clear liquid. Frowning, Danny reached out to take one of the containers in order to examine it better. He was so intent on what he was doing that he didn't hear the footsteps behind him until it was too late.
Something crashed into the back of his skull, hard, and a blinding white light exploded behind his eyes. He stumbled, stunned, and tried to stutter out, "I-I'm g-g-g—" but another blow struck him on the right side of his head, just above his ear. The world turned red and swam before his eyes.
The last thing he remembered before losing consciousness was the hard, rough asphalt rushing up to meet him and the sound of cruel laughter from somewhere up above.
A/N: This is my first ever Danny Phantom fic, even though the show stopped airing several years back. I've recently become a big fan. :) I still write mostly for Merlin and Doctor Who, but I decided I'd try out a new fandom, especially since it's so different from what I normally do. This fic is going to be awesome, and I've planned it out to the end (almost, LOL). Please review, and I'll update ASAP!