A stroll through the mall.

A fic done out of boredom, and a funny thought.

Chapter 1: Back to the beginning.

The clouds were light and fluffy, the streets were busy, and yet somehow still very peaceful. It was Saturday, and as per the day everyone was hanging out, shopping, and other various things someone could do on a beautiful day. It was not quite spring and not quite winter. The air was just perfect, cool, and fresh. The sun was warm and gentle...

Amongst the people hastily making their way down the streets of Amity Park's 'mall town' as it'd been nicknamed. A young homeless boy-oh wait…? No its just Danny wearing what looks like a shirt and jeans, and they've all seen better days.

Or actually in the case of Danny's clothing worse fights...

Normally in a fight against any of Danny's ghost foes, a shoe would get scuffed, or a small-savable tear would be made in his shirt or jeans. He'd normally transform before it got any worse…

'But NO the box-ghost just had to be so easy and he had to just give my ego such a massive boost! I can't believe after showing off to the public, and causing NO property damage FOR ONCE, I just had to trip and fall into a bunch of cruddy-thorny-bushes after changing back! I should've gone intangible! Idiot, idiot!'

I continued to storm down the street repeating the phrase 'Idiot, idiot!' in my head; when my thoughts were interrupted by a very slight, very faint beeping…

Beep, beep, beep. 'Okay, it's obviously, not a cell phone…so what is it?' I couldn't see anyone that seemed to be bothered. That made a little since. My hearing's a lot stronger and a lot more "acute" (thank you Jazz) then a normal person's. I figured that out when I went to Sam's and heard that insane high-pitched noise from, "The Anti-Animal; the sound will drive all unwanted pests away!"

Sometimes I swear that Mr. and Mrs. Manson just know about my hybrid status.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Okay, So it's getting closer that's for sure… I pivoted in place, scanned the area with my sharp eyes, and got a few strange looks from bystanders. Looks however, stopped bothering me a long time ago. If someone was in danger, I'd step in and save him or her like I always do. So I'd say odd public behavior on my part, is only fair.

'There, got'cha!' I moved in the nick of time as a missile shot past me and continued straight through the glass doors of the mall's entrance. I closed my eyes and turned my back on the flying shards. I heard a few shouts but they still registered under the "something happened!" Shout, and not the action inducing "it's a ghost!" Shout.

The impact of the missile from inside the mall wasn't very loud. Tracking missiles usually weren't big or loud since they had to be able to fire from far away and sneak up on their prey without running low on fuel. The fact that it was beeping probably meant that it was quickly made and attached to a regular hand-held tracking device (which, usually beep like that…) thus allowing the hand-held tracker to direct the projectile towards the intended target.

And I can't remember the date when Tomas Edison discovered America…or did Washington do that? Anyway…

I should've figured it was a rotten day. Earlier I considered flying home actually, and had it not been for the morning's events I would've flown right home, and into bed…

Shows just how smart and lucky I am, doesn't it?