This has been altered from the original so it should make more sense. Hopefully I will do a better job with this version because it kinda ran away from me last time. sweatdrop Yeah...
Danny was sitting at a lunch table with his friends, talking about the latest ghost fight—Skulker again—when his ghost sense went off.
"I was wondering. Today has been ghost-free so far." Danny spoke aloud these observations to Tucker and Sam. "I'll be back." He snatched up the thermos Tucker had automatically held up for him and darted around the corner of the school—they had eaten outside today because of the nice weather—and became the famous, or infamous depending on the perspective, Danny Phantom. He rose, invisible, and caught sight of his target, a small black and red figure flying at high speed over the city and towards the park. Oddly, it was losing altitude. It hadn't seemed to notice him, either. Now curious, he shot off in pursuit.
The ghost continued to lose altitude, drawing closer to rooftops as if unaware. At least, until it took a sudden nose dive into an alley with an oddly familiar glow that suddenly appeared around it. Danny flew through the last building in his way and saw, not the ghost, but a teenage girl. That she was not moving from her awkward position against the wall led him to believe that she was unconscious. He floated down to stand next to her and took notice that he was now the only ghost in the area.
Sam and Tucker were happily laughing and joking about who Danny was fighting at the moment. The Box Ghost maybe? He comes around often. Or maybe Technus.
Tucker stopped mid sentence when Sam suddenly stiffened.
Invisible, Danny had whispered in her ear. "Guys, you should see this. Just around the corner."
Sam got up. "Come on, Tuck, Danny found something." She led Tucker around to the currently deserted side of the school. There was Danny Phantom standing next to an unconscious, emaciated girl who had been placed in a position to sit against the wall.
"Danny?" Sam said in surprise. "Who's this?"
"I don't know," the halfa confessed, "but I think she's the ghost from earlier. She could probably use some help."
Sam only nodded as she took in the dirty old clothing and exposed bruising.
"What should we do with her?" Tucker asked. "We can't just leave her alone. And if she's the ghost, we can't take her to a hospital…"
"Take her to my house," Sam volunteered. The two boys looked at her in surprise. "My parents won't be home 'till late, and there are plenty of medical supplies in my house."
"Alright," Danny nodded as he picked up the dangerously light figure once again. "Where should I leave her?"
"My grandma is coming today, so put her in my room," Sam said. "She shouldn't be stumbled upon in there."
Danny took off again, gentle but fast, and returned just as the bell rang.
The trio continued to fidget through their last two classes of the day because they couldn't just leave without an excuse. Danny ended up flying them all to Sam's house because they had all become increasingly worried about the health of the stranger.
She was still asleep on Sam's bed, right where Danny had left her. She hadn't moved an inch.
"Go downstairs," Sam told Danny and Tucker.
"What? Why?" Danny asked, still Phantom.
"Because she's a girl and deserves some privacy when I clean her up," Sam said, completely matter-of-fact about the whole situation.
The two boys blushed and fled to the lower levels of the house. Sam carried the girl—was she really a halfa like Danny?—into the bathroom down the hall and proceeded to carefully wash and bandage her.
After what seemed like forever to Danny and Tucker, they were finally allowed back upstairs. They immediately went back to Sam's room. On her bed was the same girl as before, but she looked completely different. Her skin was considerably paler because Sam had washed all the dirt away and her ragged hair had become a rich dark red of approximately shoulder length. She wore a sleeveless tank top and a long plain skirt, both black. One arm was almost completely bandaged, though lightly, and the other was partially bandaged. A single foot was wrapped in gauze. Though that was all that could be seen, there would doubtlessly be more bandages under the clothes.
"Wow," Tucker eventually spoke. "She looks different."
"Yeah," Sam sighed.
"What?" Danny asked.
"She was covered with bruises and cuts and there were several scars," Sam told them. "Like she'd been tortured," she added like an after thought.
On the bed, the girl's breathing suddenly changed, signaling awareness of reality.
At first, she was slow to wake. But when she realized that she was on a soft bed, wearing comfortable clothing and bandages, her mind reeled. Where was she? Was she dreaming again? Her wounds throbbed to testify that this was indeed reality. Beyond confused, she took the plunge and opened her eyes, afraid to see the bright white lights of an examination room or holding cell.
The trio of friends waited silently as two eyes, one a steely gray/blue and the other a brown darker than that of dark chocolate, looked around the room to eventually stop on them.
To her surprise, she did not see glaring white. What met her eyes was instead the exact opposite, black and other dark colors. It was a strange room, filled with odd objects and books. On a desk was a computer, currently inactive. To her left were three figures, one near the bed and the other two in the middle of the room. Who were they?
"Are you alright?" Sam asked. "What happened to you?"
The one closest, a girl wearing black and purple clothing, spoke, and foreign words came to her ears.
"I don't understand you," she said weakly.
Sam's head tilted to the side as the stranger spoke something in a different language. It sounded like German, or maybe Russian. She didn't have much experience with languages that were not her own, so couldn't really tell. Behind her, Tucker and Danny exchanged glances.
"Hold on," Tucker said as he began to do something on his PDA.
"Tucker?" Danny asked. "What are you doing?"
"Got it!" he said, and he moved to stand beside Sam. He held his PDA out in front of him.
She looked at the African American holding the mini computer with apprehension. Her eyes widened in surprise when he spoke in her language. All he said was hello, but still. Sadly, he could not speak it well, so it was obvious that he did not really know the language.
"Hello," she repeated.
"I knew it!" Tucker said triumphant.
"Knew what?" Sam asked.
"She's speaking Russian."
"How did you know that?"
"My parents have some Russian friends that sometimes come over to visit. I don't really know any of the language, but I could recognize it."
"So she can't speak English."
"I doubt it."
She sighed and closed her eyes as she realized that the three people had no ill will towards her. At least, they didn't seem to. They hadn't done anything malevolent to her yet, instead bandaging her and putting her in new clothing. She listened to them talk amongst themselves in whatever language they were speaking. Where was she? How did she get to where ever she was? The memory was so vague. What had happened?
Her eyes opened again when the girl made a noise meant to gain her attention and she focused on her. She was holding a cup out to her, and it was filled with something. She pushed herself into a sitting position with some difficulty and stared at it.
"Water," the dark skinned boy said.
She took the cup and took a sip of what indeed turned out to be water. The glass was quickly drained and a dry mouth and throat were revitalized. With a stronger voice she said, "Thank you," as the empty cup was taken back.
"Name?" the boy said after he spoke briefly with his two companions.
It was long forgotten. She had only ever been referred to by number or as a thing. "None," she said as she shook her head.
He frowned, said something to the girl, she said something back, and he repeated, "Name?"
They all looked in surprise. How could she have no name? Everyone has a name.
She was silent as she thought. She could not remember what she had been named. A scene suddenly popped up in her head. It was of when a session had just ended. She was outside, lying collapsed on the ground and staring up and the night sky. A quarter moon shone brightly above.
"Moon," she named herself. He repeated what was doubtlessly the translation to his friends after considering his mini computer for a moment.
Review and I might be encouraged to update sooner.