Summary: An innocent field trip gone wrong, Danny and his classmates find themselves trapped on an island with no means of escape. With the threat of starvation and dehydration haunting them- not to mention the cameras broadcasting everything across the globe- how are they going to survive this island, or more importantly: each other?

Me: Hello victims- I mean guests. Glad to see that someone took an interest in my story.

Danny: *snort* I can't see why. You're not a very good writer.

Me: You just love to make everything difficult, don't you?

Danny: It's my whole goal in life.

Me: -_-

Murphy's Law

Amity Park 7:00 AM

"Anything that can go wrong will go wrong."

Kind of a pessimistic statement, right? I remember back in Middle School when I used to be the spitting image of an optimist. The world was- as weird as this sounds- sunshine and rainbows to me. I used to be bullied a lot for that actually. Dash always liked to hype on me when we were kids, but once we hit Middle School, his copious taunts rose drastically due to my happy-go-lucky attitude.

But that attitude was also what caught the attention of my two best friends so I'm not complaining. I met Sam and Tuck in 3rd grade and we hung out a lot, messing around on the swings and in the sand was the highlight of my day. We sort of split off in 5th though, and I didn't hear from them until 6th grade when Sam punched Dash Baxter in the nose for calling me a loser. The three of us ended up getting punished and filed detentions, but we didn't care because the 'freak trio' was officially reunited.

To me, life was perfect until freshmen year in High School when Murphy's Law decided to bitch-slap me with a little something I like to call reality.

I died.

No joke. Optimistic, 'life is so amazing' me accidentally turned my Ghost Hunting parent's portal on while I was inside and got the shock of my afterlife. I became one of the only two true half-human half-ghost hybrids in the world. The other is my parent's old college buddy who is dead set on killing my dad, marrying my mom, and making me his perfect Halfa son.

Oh just wait, it gets better.

Because I so foolishly opened a passageway from the Ghost Zone to the human world, every dead spirit- kind or malevolent- now has an easier way to cross dimensions instead of just waiting for a natural portal to appear. Not wanting anyone in Amity Park, my hometown, to be hurt, I took it upon myself to become the protector of the innocent, both human and ghost. Sure, being a superhero is something that every kid wishes for, but step into my ectoplasmic jumpsuit and you'll find yourself perfectly content with how your life was before.

I've been watching over Amity Park for 6 months now, and just recently the rest of the world. Keeping my identity a secret was easy at first, but since my superhero name, Danny Phantom, has become so popular, I rarely have a chance to switch forms unnoticeably anymore. Not to mention that my grades are slipping through my fingers, and my ever-so-observant 1st period teacher, Mr. Lancer, is on to me like a mother watching her 2 year old toddler.

My father may not be the brightest bulb in the shack, but he and mom have both noticed my change in behavior over the past couple months as well. Hell, even I've noticed. I'm tired all the time, jumpy, stressed, confident to a point, and more calculating than a police man. I've also become somewhat resistant to pain. Considering what I've been through, however, I'm neither surprised nor worried.

So all-in-all, my innocent, happy-go-lucky attitude was shocked out of me and I got dragged down the complicated road known as life. Tucker says I'm a sarcastic realist now while Sam argues that I'm a pessimist. Although both disagree on how I should be labeled, they reach a compromise at the idea that even if I am pessimistic or a realistic, when I'm around others that are in need of my help, I turn into a true leader, someone comforting, loyal, and supportive to everyone.

I slapped them for being so sappy.

Now, I use to believe that half-dying and having my childhood innocence taken away would be enough enjoyment for Fate to laugh over for a while, but unfortunately I was wrong. Fate, with the help of Murphy, used its cursed abilities to force the calming aura around my life into a hectic storm once again.

After teaming up with Valerie in order to save Danielle; Sam, Tucker, and I were able to relax a bit now that the threat of losing my little 'cousin' was over with. The weekend was fantastic, a solid count of only 12 ghosts trying to attack a wide variety of the world left the three of us some lounge time. We played video games, stuffed our faces with candy, and watched TV until our brains rotted. This was one of the very few moments my friends and I got to act like normal teenagers considering that we're usually 'ghost hunting' all the time. It was nice.

Then Monday hit and everything went to hell in a hand basket.

We were walking leisurely towards Casper High School just like any other normal day. There were few people awake at 7 AM so the streets were abandoned and silent. Not bothered at all by the eerie aura lingering in the air, Sam, Tuck, and I laughed loudly and joked about my parent's ghost weapons.

"Do you remember the Ghost Gabber?" chocked Tucker in between giggles. "That thing was the funniest piece of technology your folks had ever made!"

"All it did was add "BOO" to the end of all my sentences," I dry-panned with one eyebrow raised.


Sam laughed in agreement and I rolled my eyes.

"At least it wasn't as bad as the BOOmarang," the female goth snickered, brushing black hair behind her ears and adjusting her spider backpack.

I froze for a moment and unconsciously rubbed the back of my head where that accursed invention had slammed into my skull so many times before. No matter where I was that blasted piece of technology always managed to find me.

Growling, I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Good thing I burned that piece of crap ages ago. I got hit so many times I swear I lost some brain cells."

"Maybe that's why you're so bad at math."


The playful banter of ours soon came to an abrupt halt when an icy swirl traveled through my body and expelled between my lips. After all this time I still I wasn't used to the feeling and shivered. Sam and Tuckers attitudes turned serious upon seeing the blue mist, and they each reached into their backpacks, Tucker for his PDA and Sam for some ghost weapons.

I raised my hands and waved the two of them off. "I got this, guys. You'd better hurry or we'll all be late. Tell Mr. Lancer I'm in the restroom or something." I sent them a reassuring grin and their tense postures melted immediately.

Sam placed her backpack back on her back and frowned. "Are you sure you'll be alright?"

I contemplated if I might need backup, but quickly decided against it. "Mr. Lancer and our classmates are already suspicious enough. Saying all three of us had to go to the bathroom at the same time is too unrealistic. They'll know something's up."

The Goth and Techno-geek nodded their heads, understanding why I had to do this alone. Sam pulled me into a quick hug while Tucker slapped me on the back. "Good luck and remember to watch your back."

Of course, I didn't watch my back and ended up paying for it too.

When Sam and Tucker left, I allowed the rings of light to travel up and down my body, successfully changing my black hair white, blue eyes green, and my casual clothes into a single black jumpsuit with my famous DP emblem shining proudly on my chest. I took to the sky in my ghost form and scanned the surrounding town. People had begun to awaken and a few small children paused to wave at me. I smiled and waved back.

Danny Phantom still wasn't accepted by all of Amity Park and over half the world continues to believe I'm evil, but every little support I get proves to be that I'm not completely ostracized by humans and there's still some hope for the future.

My ghost sense didn't go off again so I paused in the air. Where was the ectoplasmic entity that I sensed earlier?

I got my answer in the form of a punch to the face.

Pain blossoming on my cheek, the power behind the punch sent me skyrocketing into the ground below. Sounds of screaming and crunching of gravel engulfed me as my head spun. Recovering quickly, I lept to my feet and- swaying only a little bit- whipped my head up to gaze at the ghost who had managed to catch me off guard. Familiar with these daily battles, the people of Amity Park had already taken refuge to watch the fight from afar.

After making sure that everyone was out of the way, I took my time in assessing the enemy. The entity floating above me was obviously powerful. His posture screamed confidence, and the cold red eyes caused my stance to falter slightly. This guy means business.

The only thing that bothered me was that he resembled a human, almost too well in fact. His clothing was that of your everyday average Joe, and his skin was tan and fleshy-like. His face gave him away, though. Slightly pointed ears, pupil-less eyes, jagged teeth, and gravity defying brown hair labeled him as an 'abnormal spiritual entity'. One word summed up the ghosts appearance: creepy.

I did my best to gather my thoughts and sent him a glare. Focusing on his face, I couldn't help but think that I'd seen that grin before. And those freckles on his cheeks seemed awfully familiar. "What are you?" I asked, cautiously.

Creepy Ghost grinned. "A Ghost."

I gritted my teeth at his smart-ass answer. "I know that, but why are you here?"

"Because I want to be," he replied in a sing-songy voice.

Great, a ghost with the same type of annoying humor and stubborn attitude that I have. Rolling my eyes, I relaxed my stance and ran my fingers through my hair. "Why are you attacking me? You know I won't let you damage Amity Park or anyone in it," I said, trying to recall if I'd seen this guy in the Ghost Zone before.

The man clicked his tongue and shook his head. "Don't be so cocky, child. Who said anything about you being able to beat me?"

His smirk irritated me and I clenched my gloved fists. "There's a difference between cockiness and confidence," I hissed. "I'm not cocky in the sense that I know I can beat you in a fight, I'm confident in my abilities and I know that I won't let you hurt anyone."

Creepy remained frozen except his eyebrows which flew to his hairline. After a minute of thinking my words through, the mysterious figure chuckled. "I always knew you'd be a challenge, Danny Fe-Phantom," -my heart skipped a beat- "that's exactly why I chose you. No one's been able to beat you yet, but I will."

The ghost began to descend until he was face to face with me. "I hope you've cherished your life up until now, Daniel, cause it's about to get a hell of a lot worse."

Casper High 7:15 AM

"Crap crap crap crap CRAP!" I skidded across the tile, narrowly avoiding the plaster wall.

Why am I rushing so fast?

I'm late.

I'm very very super late.

"DAMN IT!" I shouted, using my intangibility to run through a sign in the middle of the hallway.

After the enticing threat he sent me, Creepy teleported away- quite dramatically might I add- and I was forced to gawk openly at his retreating form. I remained un-moving until people started coming out from their hiding places. Whether or not they were supporters of me or haters didn't matter, I just needed to get to school on time so I left a damaged street and a handful of confused humans behind while I hauled ass.

I pushed aside any remaining thoughts about the mystery ghost and previous encounter when I finally reached Mr. Lancers classroom. I needed to focus on the task at hand and contemplate about the random attack later. Thankful for my superhuman healing, I gave myself a once-over to check for any obvious injuries before grabbing the door handle and wrenching it open.

The sickening smell of pencil led and chalk found its way to my nose and I almost gagged. Sheepish baby blue eyes met surprised green ones.

"...the bell has rung, that means you- To Kill a Mocking Bird, Mr. Fenton!" my overweight English teacher exclaimed, jumping up from where he was sitting at his desk and staring at me in shock.

I sent him a weak smile, honestly sorry that I had been late. Mr. Lancer's surprised gaze hardened at my appearance. Sure, I wasn't injured, but my clothes were a wrinkled mess, my hair was less controlled than normal, and my arms and face were smeared with dirt. I looked like I had gotten into a fight with a vacuum cleaner. Lecturing me a little before I sat down, he tried to explain to me that no one should take that long or look that disoriented when using the bathroom. I nodded and apologized. Hearing how sincere I was, Mr. Lancer calmed down and turned back to his lecture. I was off the hook for now.

At the back of the class next to my concerned best friends, I glanced around at my classmate's uninterested expressions and listened to their hushed conversations.

"Fenton's late again."

"There's always something going on with those three."

"...wonder what he does?"

"Probably overslept or skipped school."

"Looks like he was attacked. Psh, idiot."

"Well at least no one's suspicious," I commented dryly to myself. "Everyone still thinks you're week, geeky, scardy-cat Fenton..." looking around once more, I noticed everyone staring at me and laughing under their breath. "... and I still can't decide if that's a good or a bad thing."

Mr. Lancer went on talking about the book Anthem. His cheery voice set my mind at ease and the world around me calmed. After the hectic morning I had, I smiled and took a moment to appreciate the peace I had been given. For a few seconds I forgot all about this morning's encounter, what I was, my responsibilities, and my endless list of worries. For a blissfully sweet moment, my life actually made sense.

Then, Murphy's Law decided it wasn't finished with me and the GIW burst into the classroom.

"Someone up there must be laughing at me right now," I muttered as my forehead connected with my desk.

When the door to Mr. Lancer's classroom swung open I felt my mind spin and I groaned into the wood of my desk. Raising my head upright, I skilled a look of indifference over my face, but on the inside I was a mess. The walls suddenly felt too close and I gulped at the intense feeling of being trapped.

Sam and Tucker weren't as trained as I was and they gasped softly. I gave them a furtive look. "Don't do anything, don't say anything," I whispered. Their eyes flickered in my direction then down at their shaking hands, but they didn't say anything out loud. I let out an exasperated breath, a million theories slamming around in my head.

"Did they follow me here?"

"Maybe they made an invention that could track a ghost's ectoplasmic signature?"

"This could always be a lecture on what to do during a ghost attack."

I hoped with every fiber in my being that they were here to lecture us, but when I looked back at the two agents standing in the doorway, all that hope vanished.

They were staring at me.

I gritted my teeth. Out of everyone in the entire class, their focus was on ME. Doesn't exactly inspire confidence now does it?

I took several deep, calming breaths and searched Agent O and Agents K's forms for any noticeable ghost weapon. Finding none, I frowned. What ghost hunter wouldn't bring any gear with them when living in this town? Then, I noticed their eyes.

Whoops. Looks like I had overlooked one tiny detail. Their cold and calculating eyes were red. Sadly, this only increased my anxiety. Instead of dealing with crazed ghost hunters, I was now dealing with a crazed ghost, apparently one who could overshadow two people at the same time. Maybe he made a duplicate? Was it another one of Vlad's crazy schemes?

"Sorry to interrupt your class, Mr. Lancer, but Agent K and I are here to discuss the recent ghost activity that seems to be censored around Casper High," announced Agent O, the man closest to the door.

My hands gripped the edge of my desk and I sunk lower into my seat.

"You see," spoke agent K with a smirk, "there have been so many attacks on your school, and every class follows the Ghost Safety Drills when we are under attack-"

"-But!" Interrupted the other agent with a fake smile, "Your class has always performed the procedures perfectly, and that is why we have chosen you to all go on an honorary field trip!"


I vaguely recognized the sound of cheering as everything around me blurred. A field-trip? That wasn't exactly what I expected the ghost to say.

A firm hand clasped my shoulder. Tucker smiled down at me while Sam laughed in the background. "Man," Tucker grinned. "And to think we were worried."

Fuzzy outlines of bodies danced around excitingly and mouths moved but no sound came out. I sunk deeper into thought. Why was this ghost doing this? What was his motive? The more pensive I became, the less answers I could come up with. Eventually the moving ceased and Agent O and K started talking again so I allowed my mind to clear in order to collect more information.

"This trip is absolutely free so don't worry if you're short on money," O said, trying to hide his sadistic nature behind a grin. "This is our way of thanking you for your hard work and determination during ghost attacks."

I snorted.

Shifting the papers in his hands, K ignored any gasps or protests as he commanded us to be packed and ready at the front of Casper High tomorrow morning at 7 am sharp.

"Our employers realize this is a bit sudden, but this was the only available flight that we could find for a class of your size. And you know what they always say, the sooner the better," he announced, sounding sympathetic.

I glanced around our room. There were 10-15 of us total. Who the hell couldn't fit us on one plane? Biting my tongue to keep from yelling the truth out, I rubbed the bridge of my nose. Could they be more obvious? The overshadowed agents practically wrote "This is a trap!" on their foreheads and yet my naive class continued to soak up every word the GIW said.

"I know you are all excited for this once in a life time opportunity, so don't be late," Agent K warned with a wave of his finger. "Also," he continued as his partner began passing out packets to the students, "this trip is prepaid by the GIW organization, but we still need your parent's approval."

"There are forms and ticket information in this manila envelope including codes on how to access your flight tickets online, exact times and schedules for your trip, a list of hotel information, and of course the form for your parents," Agent O explained.

As he passed by my desk, O slammed the large packet onto the surface a lot harder than needed to. With a chuckle, his beady red eyes mocked me silently before continuing on to the next student. Glaring at him until he turned his back, I cautiously turned around, opened, and searched the envelope. The information inside seemed realistic. Very realistic. It looked as though this ghost had his whole plan made out start to finish before enacting it. The only problem is how to find out what his plan is.

I stole a look at Tucker and Sam. They didn't seem suspicious at all which was honestly surprising. Normally Sam would have immediately questioned the random announcement, but our resident Goth girl seemed perfectly content.

A wave of sadness engulfed me when I managed to figure out why. My friends were tired and wanted a break. Their bodies and minds were exhausted from all our hunting sessions so their state of mind was weak. Deep down they probably suspected something, but their subconscious wanted a stress-free vacation so badly that it was affecting their judgment.

I decided to keep my mouth shut for now.

The agents finished passing out the packets and got ready to leave (not before sending me another creepy smile- as if I hadn't gotten enough of them already) and I could only hope that my parents would say no to this trip.

Fenton Works 2:30 PM

Everyone in the neighborhood knew to expect the unexpected when it came to the Fenton's. Constant explosions, sounds, and yells always billowed out from the brick building with the flashy neon sign. So when a shout of extreme anguish and astonishment resounded from the home, even the people walking on the sidewalks didn't flinch.


I was flabbergasted. My parents agreed. They said yes. They were allowing me to go on a homicidal field trip set up by a crazy ghost. Of course they didn't know that, but still.

My genius mom looked at me in surprise as she pulled off her goggles and face mask to smile at me. I was actually hoping that she would pick up on my anxiety and disinterested tone. Apparently she mistook it for exhaustion.

"Sweetie, this is the perfect chance for you to get a break from all the craziness in Amity Park and make friends with some of your other classmates!" She cheered, clasping her gloved hands together.

"But Mom," I whined like a 5 year old, "I already have great friends! Tucker and Sam are always there for me and I don't need to make anymore."

Sighing, she walked away from the invention she and my dad were working on and pulled me into a motherly hug. Her soft fingers running through my hair calmed me slightly and I pouted into her chest. "I know you have great friends, but you need to make more and sending you to Florida is a great opportunity. We'd be horrible parents if we told you to miss this." Smiling, she looked at dad for support.

Realizing he was supposed to say something to motivate me into going, my dad pulled of his gear too and pulled both my Mom and I into a bone-crushing hug.

"Your mothers right, Danny my boy, this will be really good for you!" He said with a silly grin on his face. "Also, this trip was issued by the fantastic GIW Ghost Hunters, so that's another reason for wanting to go!" Dad fan-boyed with excitement.

No, that's another reason for NOT wanting to go.

My parents and I argued for what seemed like hours before they indicated the end of the discussion. I was given no second options and sent to my room to pack.

First I'm attacked by a new ghost and then I get sent away by another one? How was Amity Park going to survive with Sam, Tuck, and I leaving? Valerie was in our class too so that only left my parents to defend the entire town. Why would some ghost overshadow the GIW to send my class to Florida? Who was the ghost that attacked me earlier? How were we going to survive walking headfirst into a diabolical trap?

As I angrily shoveled clothing into my suitcase, only one thought occupied my mind:

Murphy's Law, you suck.

Me: So I finally went back and edited my first 3 chapters into one. There's more of a plot now.

Danny: There's a plot to this story?

Me: Can it, Fenton.

Edited: October 3 2014

Edited: February 21 2015