Most of my inspiration for this story comes from Deadlydaisy8o8 and her story, Running to the Enemy's Arms. That means you will find a similar plot lines and some similar concepts in this story. I'm not trying to steal Deadlydaisy's Ideas, I simply admire her work and wanted to throw my own story in and mix it with a little bit of theirs.

Either way, I have been thinking of this story for a very long time and even started writing it a while ago. Only just now did I come back around and decide to continue it. I do not know how often I'll be updating but I wanted to post the first chapter to give myself more of an incentive to actually finish the story.

Be sure to review if you have anything you want to say about the story, and follow if you want to know when I release my next chapter. Also I don't have a beta reader so don't judge TO harshly. Now without further Ado... Masters of the World.

~Dragon~

"And that's the last one." Sam said as another nameless ghost was sucked into the Fenton thermos.

"Yep!" Tucker chimed in and stretched his arms up into the air with a giant yawn."Now can we please hit the hay? I'm exhausted." 'And you don't think I'm not?' I mentally complained. I floated down to the floor and let a big yawn of my own escape me. Transforming back into my human counterpart, we walked out of the warehouse where the last escaped ghost had been hiding.

Tonight was busier than usual considering Tucker had dropped the thermos earlier in the day, and all the ghosts that I had captured since I left the house that morning had escaped.

That's not even the best part though. They were mad at ME because there were a lot more ghost in there then they knew about. Well of course I couldn't bring them with me on every single ghost hunt! Do you know how big this city is? And how many ghosts are actually haunting it?

If I were to tell Sam and Tuck about every single ghost that wanders through the streets, they would probably never sleep again. It wouldn't even be possible for them considering I have to split myself up to do it half the time. I could barely keep up with them all, and I have super ghost speed and all that. How in the Hell would I protect this town if I had to wait for them to 'help' me.

It's not that I don't appreciate them and their concern, but come on. Why am I getting scolded because I want them to actually have some sleep and passing grades? Whatever. They'll get over it.

I would like to blame my bitterness on how tired I was right now. I had to take down about twice as many ghosts tonight than usual. But I can't do that because I never let my feelings impair my judgment over something, especially on judgment of character. Unless there's an immediate threat, then I've learned to whole heartedly trust my gut. It's saved me more then once.

I also hate that I'm still hiding the number of ghosts to my friends. When they asked me for the real number of ghosts in the thermos, I had only told them about a third of them, which was still more than they knew about before.

Even now I have a duplicate secretly fighting three more ghosts at a time about seven blocks away from here.

As soon as I get these guys to their house, I'll have to go take care of the rest of the ghosts, not to mention whoever else decides that tonight is a good as night as any, to come out of the ghost zone, and haunt more innocent people.

"Sounds like a plan." I said as we walked down the street towards Sam's mansion.

"Hey you guys can crash the night at my house. I know it's late and stuff so if you want-"

"Hell ya!" Tucker replied to Sam before she could even finish talking. "Your house is the BEST Sam. Wait till you see the bowling alley Danny, It's amazing!"

"You have a bowling alley in your house?" I asked Sam.

"Well ya." She said bashfully. "You never really did get to see the inside of my house did you?"

"Well thanks, but as much as I'd love to, I'll have to pass." I said sadly. And it was true. I really needed the extra energy tonight.

"What?! Dude! Why not?" Tucker yelled out, uncaring that it was the middle of the night and there were houses, most likely with sleeping people, all around us.

"Because Tuck," I started trying to emphasize my whispering to him, to quiet him down. "My parents are probably already pissed!" Which was true. "If they wake up tomorrow morning and they see that I'm not in bed, I'll be grounded for life." Also true.

"I could just call them and tell them that you're spending the night" Sam said trying to convince me. Crap, what should I say? I was silent for a second acting like I was considering her offer.

"They're probably already asleep." I finally said, which was a lie, but I needed to get them off my back. "If we call them now, they won't get the message until after they've had a panic attack tomorrow morning. Plus, they'll be even more mad for not calling them and telling them sooner." I finished. My parent were actually very awake. They always were no matter how late I came home.

It's why I had to master making at least one duplicate so I can appear human, and fight ghosts at the same time. I was almost always home on time now, unless I was out with Sam and Tucker, then I had to take the fall so that if they ended up walking me home, they wouldn't get suspicious about why my parents had thought I already was home.

It's also why I had the stamina to use a duplicate for so long tonight, even with all the fighting. Of course it was exhausting, but I was willing to do it for my friends. Just until I get home, after that I can go finish off the ghosts myself, well my WHOLE self, then hopefully get some rest.

"Alright man whatever you say." Tucker said brushing me off easily. I was slightly annoyed at him. It was his fault we were out so late anyway, he could at least show some concern about how much trouble I was going to get in.

"OK Danny." Sam said a little more skeptically. She was always a smart one. "If you think you should. We'll see you tomorrow?"

"Sure sure. Just not till later in the day alright? I want to sleep in," I lied. I never got to sleep in. Even on a Saturday. Why should I get to sleep-in? The ghosts who are constantly attacking the town don't, so I won't either.

"K. See ya Danny." she said walking up the porch to her mansion.

"Bye dude!" Tucker waved following her. I waved back. Once the door was closed I turned and continued up to my own house only a few blocks farther.

Now that I was alone I let my posture slump. I was getting light headed from all the energy I've been using. I walked up my porch and opened my door. As expected, my parents were right there waiting.

I closed the door to my room, sinking to the floor. My parents had made me do all the chores that I had missed while I was out all before I 'went to bed' as a punishment. I felt like I was going to faint. I had recalled and sent out my duplicate at least three times since I got home trying to fight off all the ghosts. It was 5 in the morning now, almost dawn, and I was still sans sleep.

I trudged into bed, not even taking off my shoes and slumped onto it without a shred of care for my comfort. Closing my eyes I was about to welcome sweet oblivion when I felt the appearance of another ghost, and seconds later, heard a laugh."

"Well, twerp. A little tired aren't we?" Skulker said in an arrogant tone. "I've come to collect your pelt for my mantle. I have a new weapon to try out, and with you in your weakened state, it's the perfect time to test it out."

I wrenched my eyes open and forced myself to climb out of bed. Keeping my movements quick as to never show any weakness.

"In your dreams Skulker, you're going back to the ghost zone, new weapon or not." I said transforming into my ghostly self. I had to stick to the basics of my powers if I was going to do this. No ice energy, small plasma shots, no duplicates, and keep invisibility at a minimum.

"Ah so he does have some energy left." Skulker said crossing his arms. "I'll just have to change that." Mini missile launchers popped up on his shoulders and he fired. I went intangible and they hit my wall behind me.

"My room!" Come on dude!" My parents, or my mom anyway, is probably awake for sure after that. Probably Jazz as well. Great, now I had to rush.

I fired a few shot at him, and lead him into the lab before anyone could walk in and see us fighting. We kept at it for what felt like eternity to me, but was probably only about a minuet. Skulker fired his new weapon at me multiple times, but it seemed to not work as it didn't shoot anything.

"That all you got you bucket of bolts? I said falling back to my sarcasm as to not seem weak. I could feel myself about to change back into a human. And I just couldn't do that. Not yet.

Skulker ground his teeth. "He said this would work instantly!" He rage shouting at his new weapon. I narrowed my eyes the display. What was it supposed to do?

"Looks like 'he' lied." I said bending my fingers as air quotes around he. Skulker turned to look at me baring his robotic teeth. He jumped at me and I prepared to take the hit. Just before he hit his mark, a loud sucking noise and a vortex stopped him in his tracks before he was sucked into the Fenton thermos held by none other than Jasmine.

"You really should be more quiet in your fights." She said. I glared at her.

"Thanks Jazz." Was all I said before I started to float back up to my room.

"I'm serious Danny!" She called. I stopped to stare down at her. "Mom was about to bust into your room with all this ghost equipment, but I convinced her I just dropped something and the rest was just apart of a dream she had. You need to be more responsible if you're going to fight ghosts around her." I glared more intensely at her.

"How can I be more responsible with ghost fighting Jazz? It's not like I even want to fight ghosts." I said barely trying to make a good argument. I needed some sleep. Now.

"It doesn't matter how Danny. You just have to do it." She answered. I snorted and flew through the ceiling into my room. "WE AREN'T FINISHED WITH THIS CONVERSATION!" She yelled as I passed through it.

Once again I slumped down into bed, but this time, the sweet sweet oblivion came.