Chapter Six: Between a Rock and a Very Uncomfortable Place

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In a heavily wooded and high up town, in a small but spacious apartment on a couch in a neat living room a girl is sitting in her pajamas, again. There is a cat now, a grey-brown tabby with pretty amber eyes and a kink in her tail. The cat sits behind her owner's laptop and sleeps. Her owner is typing away at the keyboard at a leisurely pace.

Wow, it's been an entire year?! Holy crap I'm sorry.

Well, what I've come back with isn't much, just a page of Mr. Lancer being confused. I will endeavor to remember this fic and not wait another year to write again.

Sooo sorry… didn't mean to leave you guys hangin' if I even have fans anymore, lol.

Edward

I am… VERY confused.

Edward Lancer, English major, occasional writer, sometimes poet, and jaded high school English teacher, was at a loss for words.

One moment he was standing outside the boy's bathroom, getting slightly concerned. The next, he was in a shiny green net with the infamous Danny Phantom.

Someone please explain!

The ghost boy was practically right on top of him, and although Edward knew nothing of what was going on, he still noted several things. For one, the ghost was cold. Not freezing, but still fairly chilly. He was also surprisingly muscular. Not buff, rather he was lean and catlike. And despite the fact his face was practically an inch away from the snowy white mop of hair in front of him, he couldn't smell anything. No sweat, no shampoo, nothing.

The English teacher was startled from his observations by the ghost boy speaking.

"Umm… I don't suppose I could convince you to let us go?"

The large, oddly metal ghost just smirked. "Nope."

"Well, at least let him go," the Phantom kid heckled, gesturing with his head behind him at Edward, "You've got me, you don't need him!"

The other ghost appraised him for a moment. "Hmm, well I could use him as bait… or as a test subject."

The other occupant of the net scoffed. "Oh come on, who'd want to eat him! And he's no use as a test subject; he's so out of shape!"

Even though Edward was completely out of his element, he had to speak up at that. "Hey, I'm not out of shape! I'll have you know I work out twice a week!"

The white-pelted head in front of him turned back to look at him, and Edward felt something akin to shock go down his spine at those famed neon green eyes not an inch from him. He just barely heard the ghost whisper: "Be quiet, I'm trying to save you!"

He shut up.