Ok, so I've switched my schedule around, as I can't seem to get inspiration for Evil Printer Of Doom at the moment I am going to post the first sneaky peak of Not What They Appear. If I get enough reviews I will keep going. I also think I'm going to get the first chapter of I No Ur Secret up soon, and then the first chapter of my loverly little sequel, which WILL be from both Danny and Lancer's PoVs

Chapter 1

Barnabas surveyed the ghost before him with well-hidden respect. He had always hated machines, but the boy sitting cross-legged on the floor, with all his tools, his octagonal glasses, and his busy hands, seemed to view the blasted contraptions as his whole world.

"I don't see why we can't just attack them now," remarked a voice from behind the old ghost.

"I've explained this before Torin," Barnabas replied, not turning around, "They are too well guarded."

"So?" Torin shot back, floating within view, "We could take 'um easy." He blew a strand of his short dark blue bangs out of his eye and gave a confident smirk.

Barnabas shot the ghost an annoyed glare; Torin was always like this. "And loose half our organization in the process!" he chastised, "If you keep up this impulsive attitude-"

"Cool your jets old man! I-"

"You what? Have no problem getting us all destroyed by these ghost hunters? If-"

"I have a problem with your constant nagging old-"

"You call me 'old man' again and I'll-" Barnabas formed and semi-transparent blue glowing ball in his hands as Torin dropped into a fighting stance.

"Would both of you just chill?" asked Daryl, giving an agitated sigh as he ran a greasy hand through his short raven hair, deliberately missing two of the longer strands that framed his forever 19-year-old face, and set down his wrench. "Besides, I'm finished."

"Took you long enough." Torin muttered, crossing his arms across hid bare chest. Barnabas had had enough of his apprentice's attitude.

"It's impatience like that that got you those scars!" he snapped, then bit his lip, the only sigh he had immediately regretted what he had said. It went unnoticed however, as Daryl's head shot up and Torin's hand instinctively jumped to trace one of the three large claw-like marks across his chest, his expression one of surprise before almost instantly changing to one of utmost anger. The old ghost had crossed a line.

"You know NOTHING about ME OR MY PAST old man!" Torin hollered, his red eyes glowing and murderous as his spiky hair seemed to stand on end even pulled back the way it was. Barnabas gave an involuntary wince. Discussing a ghost's past was the one universal taboo in the ghost zone, epically if one was only making assumptions like the old ghost had done.

But suddenly, the unmistakable sound of crying filled the room. Torin, completely shocked out of his rage, spun with Barnabas to face the source of the noise. Daryl smiled as he placed something in his silver belt, his eyes twinkling in endless amusement at the stunned near-silence.

"Those ghost hunters won't know what hit them."

Let me know what you think! My muses will shortly have something new for you all… I just don't know what… uh oh…

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