A/N: Font types when in quotes=VERY IMPORTANT!!!!!

You'll see. ;P

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BOOM!

Sizzle sizzle….

Thumpthathumpthathumpthathump.

Light flashed overhead as a teen ran, panting, through the woods.

BANG!

He ducked, dived. A bullet zipped past him and lodged in the tree before him. Wide, brown eyes stared around, attempting to find their pursuer. His eyes flickered amber.

'ThEy WaNt YoU dEaD!' a voice hissed at him. 'ThEy AlL wAnT yOu DeAd!'

He shook his head, eyes fading back to a light blue. "They can't all want me dead. …Just a lot of them…."

BOOM! Another firework exploded above him.

"There he is!"

"Dammit."

He took off again, stumbling through the forest.

'MuSt…GeT…oUt!' a new voice growled.

"Yeah, well, I'm workin' on it."

'YOU MUST WORK FASTER, YES?'

"Yeah, yeah, I know."

BOOM! Sizzlesizzle BANG!

He gasped, lurching forward. Eyes flickering between marroon and teal, he pulled himself around a tree for protection. Bending over, he dragged his leg towards his chest.

A straight line had been cut into his ankle. A bullet had grazed him. "Ugh…."

A thin line of blood was trickling out.

"Crap… what am I s'posed to do now?"

'Turn and fight like a true knight.'

Yellow eyes rolled. "You seem to be forgetting something. I'm not a knight!"

'They are not taking you away from me! I'm not losing anything ever again!'

'Be helpful, sweetie. I'm sure they'll be such nice people when we meet them.'

'DUDE! YOU CAN'T LET THE MAN GETCHA! …UNLESS… YOU'VE GOTTA PLAN FOR BREAKIN' OUT!'

'HE'S NOT GONNA GET CAUGHT! HE'S THE BEST AT HIDE 'N' SEEK!'

'I aGrEe WiTh ThE rUnT. nO oNe CaN cAtCh Us, 'CaUsE nO oNe CaN bEaT mOi!''

'I'M SURE I CAN… COME UP WITH A PLAN TO ESCAPE THEM. AND KILL THEM IN THE PROCESS….'

'YoU aIn'T gOiN' tO aNy PrIsOn 'CePt MiNe.'

"SHUT UP!" he screeched, grabbing his head. His eyes flickered amber, gray, yellow. Finally red glared forward at the group of ghouls before him. "You guys are the reason why I'm so screwed up! If I get caught, it'll be your fault!"

BANG! BOOM sizzlesizzle….

This time, they aimed to miss. The ground below him flew up as a bullet lodged an inch from his hand. He pulled his hand up, whipping his head around to face the police officers who had been chasing him. They were still a little ways away, so he stood, dragging himself up using the tree, turned, and ran.

'RUN, RUN, AS FAST AS YOU CAN!'a cheery voice sang.

'YoU cAn'T cAtCh Me, I'm ThE gInGeRbReAd MaN.'This voice was quieter, mysterious….

Psychotic.

"Shut up," he snarled once more.

'Baby pop, it'll take a lot more than words to shut all of us up.'

'Beggars can't be choosers. Even if they are totally cute!'

"God, why am I stuck with you all…?"

'YOU DID ASK FOR IT.'

'YOU DIDN'T ASK, YOU WISHED FOR IT!'

'So YoU hAvE wIsHeD iT…' was followed by a hysteric laugh.

He shivered, even while running funny due to the decent slice in his leg. The ghoul that had laughed was, admittedly, the strangest. They had all shared their death stories with him, but that one…. That story was different.

'I wAs MuRdErEd,' the ghoul would begin, 'By A sTaLkEr. He'D cHaSeD mE fOr YeArS, bUt I fInAlLy GoT hIm. BuT, hE mAnAgEd To KiLl Me As I kIlLeD hIm.'

The others always interrupted, saying how he was lying, he'd suicide, there was no stalker.

Then, the ghoul's reply, 'ThErE iSn'T. nOt AnYmOrE.'

He shivered again.

"Stop!"

"Damn, they're catching up," he murmured.

"Daniel Fenton-Masters, you are under arrest!"

"Yeah, yeah, tell me something I don't know…." He kept running.

BOOM sizzle sizzle….

Thumpthathumptha—

BANG!

Another tree was slammed by another bullet. Head ducked, Daniel Fenton-Masters continued his getaway, unknowingly heading straight for the New Years' Party.

'BAD CHOICE.'

"Don't care."

'YoU sHoUlD! yOu'Ll Be KiLlEd! AnD iF yOu'Re KiLlEd, WhAt HaPpEnS tO mE?'

"Yeah, thanks for your concern…."

"Freeze!"

"Yeah, I don't think so." He put on a burst of energy, blasting ahead of the police. "There's no way in hell I'm letting you bozos get me."

'YOU'RE SOUNDING LIKE PENELOPE.'

"Lovely."

BANG! BOOMsizzleBOOMBOOM!

Sizzlesizzle….

The fireworks were coming faster now.

BANG!

As were the bullets.

The ground on either side of him blew apart. He was incredibly lucky, he knew, but that kind of luck could only last so long.

'LUCK LASTS AS LONG AS YOU BELIEVE!'

'OnLy A cHiLd LiKe YoU cOuLd BeLiEvE tHaT cRaP!'

'HEY!'

'Leave him alone, Walker. You're not being nice!'

'AND WE ALL KNOW BEING NICE WILL LET US SURVIVE HERE.' The voice was accompanied by a roll of the eyes.

'WaNt…OuT!'

"Yeah, well, I'm trying! This is the best I can do with a shot leg!" Orange flickered at them. "Unless one of you'd like to help…?"

'AnD rUiN mY pEdIcUrE? pIcK aNoThEr IdIoT!'

'A true knight wins his own battles.'

'CoWaRdLy PuNk….'

'THAT WOULD BE CHEATING, DANIEL.'

"Yeah, yeah, and I'm not allowed to cheat. Just great!"

BOOMBaBOOM! Sizzlesizzlesizzle….

BANGBANG!

He pushed himself to go faster, seeing a clearing coming up. He didn't see the end of the fireworks.

Or the second patrol of cops waiting in the clearing for him.

BOOMBaBaBaBOOMBOOMsizzaBaBOOMBaBaBOOMBOOMBOOMsizzaBaBaBaBaBOOMBOOMsizzaBaBOOMBaBOOMBa—

Bang

—BOOMBaBOOMBaBaBaBOOMsizBOOMsizzleBOOMsizzlesizzlesizzle….

He was on the ground, maroon and gray fighting for control in his eyes. One of the lurking officers shot him in the leg during the finale, causing him to drop.

His pursuers caught up with him, quickly and effectively surrounding him.

He peeked up at them from behind long bangs and heavy lids, emerald flicking up at their faces. "Just kill me now," he moaned.

Another sadistic chuckle. 'DoN't WoRrY, dAnNy….

'ThEy WiLl.'

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A/N: I'd like to thank my friend Joanna for the sound effects and beta-read of this chapter. You rock! Also, again, the font styles will be very important in this story, as you can see from this chapter alone.

In regards to my other stories… I'm trying to get back into sticking with just a couple, but I really have lost interest in most of them due to situations at home. I'm starting college next month, so I don't even know how much time I'll have to work on any of them. This story, though… Joanna and I made it into a necessity. All I'll say-I'm not really a kid person. Counseling, bad idea.