A/N: I hope I didnt keep you guys waiting!


Am I Evil Too?

Chapter One

What Once Was Normal, Now Is Destructive


Danny sat in his room, six weeks later, reading his math book. Or rather, he would be anyway, if he weren't asleep. "Wake up!" the words penetrated his once pleasant dreams. He groaned and shifted on the bed, but didn't wake. "Wake up! You're gonna be late!"

"For what?" he asked, still half-asleep.

"School!"

He bolted straight up. "What?" he asked.

"It's Monday, Danny, and the bus leaves in five minutes! I'm not going to drive you there either as punishment. I've been trying to get you to wake up for nearly ten minutes," she said.

"You can't do that," he said. She looked at him challengingly. He didn't waste time. He got out of bed, making his math book fall onto the floor with a loud clap. Jazz watched him run out the room, then return a minute later. He practically slid towards his backpack, putting his math book in it and snatching his homework from his desktop, putting it in there too. He stood, closing the zipper of the purple backpack. "Homework, brushed my teeth..." he mumbled to himself, checking things off in his head.

"Danny," Jazz said. "You may want to put on some shoes." Danny looked at his feet.

"Shoes!" he nearly shouted. He looked around frantically for them. Where were his shoes? They were on his feet last night. At least that's what he remembered. He spotted them under his bed. He got down on his knees and pulled them out. Shifting so he'd be sitting down, he put both sneakers on. "Okay," he said, grabbing his backpack again. "Shoot, I'm gonna be late!"

Jazz giggled then. He glared at her. "What?" he asked.

"Danny," she said. "In case you forgot, you do know you can fly there, right? And besides, the bus already left."

Danny's jaw dropped. He'd been so worked up about the bus, he'd forgotten he could fly there instead. He sighed, smacking his forehead in annoyance and disbelief. "I hate it when this happens," he mumbled.

"Really? I kind of enjoy it," Jazz said. "But I was telling you the truth. Bye, Danny."

She exited his room coolly. Danny walked over to the door and slammed it shut. That was the last time he was trusting her to be his alarm clock in the morning. The only way she got him to wake up was by telling him that he was going to be late because he missed the bus when he was so frantic about a test that morning.

Test. His eyes grew wide in realization. "Aw man!" he shouted. He had a test in twenty minutes! If he could study on his way there, there was no problem. But he didn't know what the test was on! He had to leave the classroom before the teacher could tell them because of a ghost.

Now because of that ghost, he was sure to fail the test and the class. Then he would have to miss having a great summer vacation with his friends because he failed and...

Danny stopped the train of thought. Standing in front of the mirror, he finally realized what was happening. Fists where his hands were once open; eyes glowing green with anger; and shoulders trembling with anger; not to mention his thoughts were becoming more and more angry in his head. He blinked. It was as if he didn't recognize himself anymore. He'd turned so short-tempered since Vlad happened. He was constantly getting in arguments and actually fighting back when people bullied him. He once knocked Dash so hard in the stomach, the guy's breath was literally knocked out of him. Danny hadn't been able to believe he'd done that. To make things worst, he'd used his ghost-strength to punch Dash, making the punch more powerful.

He'd gotten in trouble for it, of course, and his parents had been furious that he'd gotten in a fight. They had no idea how many fights he'd gotten into. If they knew, then they wouldn't have been so harsh on their punishment. Grounded for a month. Not that it hadn't happened before, but Danny knew he'd gotten off easy that time.

Sighing, the boy quickly cleared his head of all thoughts. He couldn't prevent himself from thinking as if ever ghost was out to get him, it just happened. Some times, he thought, he felt as if he needed to just take his anger out on something. Other times he couldn't cool down and just had to get away from everyone and everything because he was afraid he might hurt someone - physically or verbally.

This had all started happening since Vlad's kidnapping of Sam and his having to do all the trials. Danny still did not understand what had happened back there, but he had a feeling it had something to do with his temper these days.

Everything that was once normal to him could now set him off like a bomb ready to explode. Every little dispute could set him off, anything as trivial as a small joke against him. He just wished everything would go back to normal and not seem so destructive.


E/N: Here's your sequel! Man, my muse is bothering me so much, I have too much to up-date and so little time! Good thing vacation is coming up! Can you believe I don't get out 'til the 30?

--Airamé Phantom