I'm reposting this because of some mistakes I had made in this chapter and the next one. Chapter three will be done soon.

Disclaimer: I do not own nor claim to own any part of Danny Phantom.

Warning: This Chapter contains blood and death.

He hated detention... It was so boring to just sit there for forty minutes after school doing nothing and on a Friday too! Having to lead his double life always got him into trouble. On the surface, he was a shy, average, fifteen year-old boy, but on the inside, that was another story.

He looked back up at the clock, 3:30. He still had 10 more minutes 'til he was free. His gaze shifted to his English teacher, Mr. Lancer. The bald man's attention turned from his book to his student.

"You may go now Mr. Fenton." Danny looked up at him in surprise.

"What?" He asked.

"I don't want to wait here anymore than you do. It's Friday, go enjoy yourself. I'm sure Mr. Foley and Ms. Manson are waiting for you."

"Thanks Mr. Lancer!" As soon as he said that, he bolted out the door with his backpack in his hand.

Mr. Lancer looked at the door his student had just exited through. Detention was a waste of a good Friday especially on the young.

Danny was rushing to the exit of the school, so he could finally be free for the weekend. Sam, Tucker, and he had been planning to go to the new carnival that had arrived this morning. On their way to school, they saw the train pull in with all the cool preview performances! There was a midget who could balance himself on wire by his finger! Then, there was a woman who danced with her suit on fire! Finally, there was a tall man who could jungle several items at once with one had while reading a book.

Danny stopped in mid-thought, and in mid-run. He slapped his hand to his forehead; he had forgotten his history book. Plus, his locker was on the other side of the school. Sighing in frustration, he turned around and made his way to his locker. He reached his locker, opened it, and grabbed his book. He prepared to bolt out of the school at light speed when something, rather someone, caught his eye. A boy his age stood to his right at the corner of the hallway, with a blank expression plastered on his face (or half it anyway). Danny could only see the left side of his body and his face. Why was there still someone here? It was Friday; most students couldn't wait to go home.

"Hey, you okay?" Danny yelled down the hall towards him. There was no response. "School is over, why aren't you going home?" Still nothing. He began to walk toward the boy, never minding how much he wanted to get out of here. "Are you okay?" Danny repeated. This time he got a response, the boy's green eye looked directly into his blue eyes.

"No, I'm not..." The boy said. His voice was rough and low, as if he had bin screaming.

Danny started to smell a strange sent in the air. "Why what's wrong?" he asked.

The boy did not say anything for minute, "What makes them happy...?"

"Them?"

"What makes them happy... in making others suffer for their own pleasure...?"

The scent was getting stronger to Danny. It smelled like metal. He couldn't help but feel like something bad was about to happen... "Who's "Them"?" He asked again, slightly afraid of the boy's response.

"What makes them happy... In making others suffer for their pleasure... In causing ones pain to build until..." The boy turned his to face him. Danny's blue eyes widened in horror. "They lose all hope for life?" There was a large gash across the right side of boy's temple, blood a covered all of that side of the face and half of the boy's shirt. Danny could see a bit of the bone sticking out of the red tissue. His arm looked like it had been broken in multiple places. Danny felt like he was going to throw up.

"What makes them happy...?" The boy began to lean forward. At the same time, Danny felt a cold mist admit out from his mouth.

THUMP

"AHHHHHHH!!! MR. LANCER!!!"

A Suffering

"What was the cause of death?" asked Detective Adam.

"He died from massive blood lose from the right temple, but passed out beforehand from the intense pain from his shattered arm." responded Detective Sara. Adam looked at the white lines where the corpse once was. Investigators where taking pictures of the area and looking for evidence.

"Any family?" asked Adam.

"He lived in a foster home. The foster parents only had him there for about thirteen days. They where shocked to hear that Jason was dead." She responded.

"What about the kid who saw him alive last?"

"He's right outside." She said, pointing to the boy leaning on the cop car, "He was pretty shaken up at the whole ordeal, though I am surprised. Most kids his age would run away from a crime scene in fear of being blamed of killing someone."

"I'm going to go ask him a few questions."

"Don't scare him, he's our only witness."

"I won't."

Danny leaned silently on the side of the cop car. He felt sick; he just wanted to wipe his mind clean of everything that just happened. He had seen someone die! Right in front of his eyes! He took a deep breath, trying to clear the fog in his mind. "What did he mean by 'Them'?" That was the question that ran though his head for about the twelfth time now. "I don't even know his name..."

"Jason Carson." Danny spun around in surprised, but that relaxed realizing it was only one of the detectives. "You feel any better kid?"

Danny shook his head, "Not really. It's not every day you see someone die right in front of you." he answered. "And my name's Danny."

"Last name?" asked Adam

"Fenton." Danny said.

Detective Adams seemed a little surprised by this, "Fenton? Are Jack and Maddie Fenton your parents?"

"Yeah. How did you know?"

"Well, they are the world's leading ghost experts and ecto-base inventers." Adam responded.

"True." Danny said.

Adam thought now was a good time to start asking, "Danny, would you like to tell me what happened in there?"

Danny was a little hesitant to tell him, but knew he would have to eventually. He took another breath, "Okay." Adam smiled and pulled out his notebook. "I was in detention for skipping class. Mr. Lancer let me go early because it's Friday. As I was running toward the exit, I remembered that I forgot my history textbook. I ran to my locker and got my book. When I was ready to run out of there when I saw Jason in the corner of the hallway. I asked him if he was okay, but he didn't do anything. Than I asked him why he was still here, same thing. I asked him if he was okay again. This time, his left eye turned toward me and he said he wasn't." Danny passed for a moment to catch his breath.

"Relax k- Danny." Adam said reminding himself to call Danny by his name.

"Sorry." Danny sighed, "I asked him what was wrong, and all he said was, "What makes them happy...?" Then I asked him who "Them" was. He said, "What makes them happy... in making others suffer for their own pleasure...?" I still don't get it. I asked him the same question; he gave me the same answer. Only this time he turned toward me as he said it."

"What did he say, word for word?"

Danny looked at the ground, took another breath, and began to speak, "What makes them happy... In making others suffer for their own pleasure... In causing ones pain to build until... They lose all hope for life? He fell to the ground, and I yelled for Mr. Lancer. He can tell you every thing after that." Danny said, saying the last part quickly, "Can I go now? I'd like to go home."

"Sure." The detective said, "Would you like a lift?"

Danny shook his head, "No, I think I'll walk." The detective nodded and headed of to talk to Mr. Lancer. Danny turned around and walked home, he needed to lie down.