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Wars of the Dead	By : takkycat Category: +1 through F > Danny Phantom > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 3708 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: I do not now nor, most likely, ever will own Danny Phantom. *sob*
I have been biting at the bit today to continue this story! But is have classes still and it was driving me nuts!! Hurrah I finished early!!
And, very special thanks to:
Arain Rowan—You are my first reviewer! Yay!! Much love!!!
SpriteWolffie—You get a cookie!! Mmmm, chocolate chip…
Istalindir—*blushes* Thanks! *proudly hangs ribbon* I’m also tinkering with ideas for your other challenges. The next will probably be a Vlad/Danny!!
Fan—Of course you can! *hands everyone a cookie because she’s a big softie* And I can thank a lot of my views of war to All’s Quiet on the Western Front. It wasn’t easy to read but I’m glad I did (it was on my required reading list for school). The best part about the book is that they don’t tell you which side the heroes are on, you have to figure it out on your own from the language and descriptions.
J—So…if your not gonna read my story, why did you review? Anyway, thanks for correcting me about the name of the city but I’m gonna stay with “Amnityville” for this particular story because it comes into play later. Of course, since you aren’t gonna read it then it really doesn’t matter so I have been blathering on for no reason…not that that is anything unusual… *goes off doing a happy dance about receiving her first flame (sort of)* Yeah, someone with less of a life than me!!
You guys make me feel like I don’t suck!

Wars of the Dead
The last month had certainly been an educational experience for the “elites” of the now destroyed Casper High, the only high school in the small town of Amnityville. At first, the students had rejoiced at having no school, but after about a week, they discovered their parents were not about to let their education be neglected (nor put up with them for the remainder of the time that it would take to rebuild the high school). However, most parents found that they could not afford to move to safer districts in other cities. No one would hire them and there was no point in leaving the dangers of a ghost infection of one city, only to struggle on the streets of another.
The parents of the most popular, and wealthiest, students tried to hire tutors from far off countries, but none would agree to come after the attack on Casper High made international news. After that, they tried to find other schools using their own special “influence.” Finally, they had a bite since man’s greed will often outweigh his fear when put to the test. These high class schools would teach them the most important lesson they could ever learn…what it is like to be unpopular. Although their looks and wealth had not changed, they were treated as if they had the plague. Any from Amnityville was isolated and shunned, even assaulted, as if they would somehow bring with them the ghostly menace that been attacking their town.
Of course, it was no time at all before they broke…They returned to their little corner of the universe to wait out the reconstruction of the school where they had reigned supreme. They had had a taste of the world outside of their little pond and found it bitter…

Unbeknownst to the city of Amnityville, a secret council was being held. The three newly crowned lords of the Ghost Zone sat in attendance as they discussed the fate of both the human realm and the spirit realm.
“Are you sure it’s her?”
“It has to be! Who else would stage an attack like this? The only problem is that she is not strong enough to pull off something like this…”
The vampire look-a-like snorted cynically, “She doesn’t have to be. Walker’s men would be very eager to avenge their fallen leader, and being Walker’s sister, they would follow her orders without question. After all, it is her right to avenge her brother’s destruction…although I doubt that her motives are anything so altruistic!”
The youngest member, dubbed “the prince” of the group by the citizens of the Ghost Zone, shuddered as he thought of what would become of the two realms in that harpy’s hands. “Then we have to get them out,” he said firmly.
“Evacuate a whole town!? But where would we move them to, let alone how?” The armored lord looked at the younger spirit as if he had lost his head…not an impossible thing here in the realm of spirits.
The vampiric lord, however, looked thoughtful, “Actually ‘how’ may not be a problem. Humans are panicky creatures to begin with and with the fear of another attacked by ‘Inviso-Bill’,” he smirked slightly at the semi-quiet groan his young companion gave, “it should not be that difficult to herd them into moveable groups…as to where though…” He looked expectantly at the prince, knowing he wouldn’t have made the suggestion if he did not already have an idea, no matter how vague.
The prince leaned forward and said in all seriousness, “Here.”
This caught both of the specters off guard.
“HERE?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN HERE??”
The prince fought down the urge to smack them both.
“Not here as in this room! Here as in the Ghost Zone.” He turned to the armored spirit, “One or two of your islands would be perfect. You have a ton of creatures that could act as natural guards to discourage people from trying to escape and you have tons of cages to keep the animals…”
“Wait, boy, what do you mean ‘the animals’?”
The youngest of the three sighed, “Look, all creatures, not just humans and ghost, can feel misery or can be used to create misery. Besides, I refuse to leave anything behind to that bitch’s tender mercies! If we are going to do this, we are going to get everyone and everything out that we can…even to the last cockroach!” His eyes took on a haunted look as memories began to take hold. Seeing this, the armored ghost cleared his throat loudly and pulled the younger into his lap.
“Very well, little one. We won’t leave any behind.”
The prince laid his head against the other’s chest, “It’s gonna take a lot of people to pull this off…”
The vampiric ghost chuckled lightly, “You forget, Little Badger, just how many would gladly pledge their afterlives to you. You are their champion. Finding volunteers is one thing that we most certainly don’t have to worry about!”
The prince lifted his head just enough to glare mildly at the other and grumble, “Don’t call me that.” He looked up at the spirit holding him and looked into his fiery eyes for reassurance, “Do you think we can do it? To the very last?”
He looked into the glowing green eyes, “Yes. To the very last…”

TBC…
Squeeeee! Another chapter!! Sorry about not updating sooner…there’s a bug flying around my family and it’s no lady! *smack*
Ug, my comp is being a pain…it’s not converting over to html, so I am stuck using the school comps! But anyway, I hope everyone had a safe and (if not fun) minimally stressed Thanksgiving!
I know it’s probably pretty obvious but can anyone tell who the three lords are? Don’t worry, I’ll knock off with all the secrecy soon, I just had to get one more in!!
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