Danny Phantom

INTRO

KUNAR PROVINCE, AFGHANISTAN

It's mid day in this war torn country. Dust is flying through the wind and the people are too scarred to come outside. Not everyone though.

On a dirt road in the middle of the desert, American convoys are heading back to base after the successful test run of the latest Fenton equipment. Equipment happily provided by the above average intelligent and heir to Fenton Works, Danny Fenton.

In Danny's convoy, AC DC is playing Back in Black. A good song to rock your head off to. However the convoy was quiet. Nobody moved or said a word. Danny, confused decided to break the silence.

"I feel like you guys are driver to get yelled at by your bosses. This is crazy. What did I do?" The 14 year old asked.

"It's like you guys are gonna pull over and blow my brains out." Danny continued to joke. No response. "What? You guys are not allowed to talked?"

"Hey. Forrest." Danny asked the soldier next to him.

"We can talk." The soldier finally replied.

"Oh. I get it. It's personal." Danny assumed.

"No. You intimidate them." The female driver finally responded as well.

Wait. Woman? Danny thought. He replayed what she said and he confirmed it was a woman's voice.

"Oh my God. You are a woman." Danny said sounding like an ass. He thought he could take advantage of this revelation and use it to crack jokes and lighten the mood. This could also get him a bullet in the head but when in Rome he thought (or war torn country. Same thing right?)

"I honestly was not expecting that. I mean I'd apologized but isn't that what we're going for here. I thought you were a soldier at first." The teen continued to joke.

"I'm an airman" The driver replied.

"Wow. You actually have a pretty good built." Danny said. Everyone started to grin. His comedy was very mature for someone his age. Of course that's probably to be expected of someone growing up the way he did. "I'm actually having a hard time not looking at you now is that weird?" 

Everyone let out a chuckle. "Come on. It's healthy." Danny said. "Go ahead laugh." 

"Excuse me, Danny. I have a question to ask." The soldier next to the driver asked. 

"Shoot soldier." Danny replied.

"Is it true all the models from last years Maxim cover showed up to your party after you promised to be in it with them." The soldier asked.

The boy grinned and removed his sunglasses. "That is an excellent question." Danny responded.

"Yes and no. I had a whole scheduling issue in March but luckily I was able to do the Christmas cover and Jolly Chris put twins in my stockings." The convoy started going quiet again. "Anyone else?" The boy asked. The soldier next to him rose his hand. "You know this isn't English class right?" Danny the smart-ass asked.

"Can I take a picture with you?" The soldier asked.

"I'd be insulted if you didn't." Danny replied.

The soldier, excited, pulled out his camera and gave it to the other soldier in the front. With the camera aimed at them, Danny and the soldier got into position. The soldier held up two fingers and Danny said, "I don't want to see this on Facebook." He then looked over to see the two fingers up and said. "No gang signs please." The soldier then put them down. "I'm kidding put em up." The soldier then happily did so. "Yeah peace. Peace is awesome. It'll put me outta business but yeah go peace." Danny said.

The soldier in front was trying to figure out how to work the camera. "Uh. OK how..." he said.

The soldier next to Danny was getting impatience. "Come on just take it. Don't change the settings." He said.

Just then, the convoys in front of theirs exploded.

"AAHH!" Everyone screamed. They drove into the explosion. Unable to see, they veered off the path and into the dirt.

Suddenly there was noise everywhere. Guns being shot, people screaming, metal hitting more metal. 

"What's going on?!" Danny asked, confused and scared.

The driver said "Contact left!" She grabbed her gun, got out of the convoy, and was immediately shot to the ground.

"Jimmy, stay with Fenton!" The soldier in the front said. He grabbed his gun and and went outside.

"Stay down!" The soldier next to Danny grabbed Danny's shoulder and pulled him down

"Right." Danny said totally terrified. Despite being low in the car, Danny was still able to see. The soldier that was once in the car get shot straight through the head, cracking the front window. "AH!"

"Son of a Bitch!" The soldier next to Danny said. He grabbed his gun and opened his door.

When Danny saw this, he panicked. He did not want to be left alone to die. "Wa-wa-wait!" Danny shouted.

The soldier closed the door and shouted "Stay! Here!" through the glass. The soldier went off to avenge the fallen however a large shot was heard. Whatever it was made him one of the fallen and made several holes in the once thought to be safe convoy.

All Danny could hear was a buzzing. He looked around and saw the cracked window, the desert, the light shinning in through the holes, and fire explosions in front of him. Thinking that the convoy was officially anything but safe, Danny got out and was greeted by another explosion next to him that pushed Danny up against the convoy.

Danny started to run away from the convoy with his head low. Passed the flames that heated up his skin a little while his ears pierce with shots being fired and missiles landing. Danny ran to a rock large enough for him to hide under sticking out of the ground. He jumped over an explosion and got low, hiding from the chaos. 

Danny quickly pulled out his phone to try and call for help when suddenly a missile landed. Right next to him. Danny looked at it and on the side it read 'Fenton Works'. The missile was beeping. If this really was his, then Danny knew what came next. He couldn't avoid it. But natural instincts kicked in. Danny got up and tried to back away. But...

"WHO-!" 

... The missile exploded. Nothing to wipe the area out. But enough to do it's job.

Danny was knocked back and landed on his back. It hurt for a second but then all Danny felt was a little head. His eyes were also trying to adjust. A missile should have done more then that. Then Danny felt his chest. There was a weird feeling coming from it. Then his dress shirt started turning a different color. Like something was tripping on it. Danny then realized instantaneously what it was. He pulled off the dress shirt and saw his bullet proof vest was leaking.

No. Not his vest. Not leaking. Danny was bleeding. And that's not all the missile did.

A bright light flared up in Danny's eyes. He could hear voices. Angels? Did he die? His eyes adjusted themselves. The light was smaller now. And covered in yarn for some reason.

No. Danny realized. The yarn was on him. It's a bag.

A bag that was quickly taken off his face. Danny's eyes tried to adjust again. When they did, he looked around. Guns were pointed directly at his face. A camera was in front of him. To the left, a man speaking in a foreign language.

Danny realized what this was. This was a kidnapping. By terrorist.

DANNY PHANTOM