Candeh: Since the last chapter in my latest story turned out to be completely Bolded, I decided I'd have to go out and get the program to download the Word Processor on here. So, here we are, non-bolded with complete normal font action. HI-YAH! And, since I don't have to keep writing br all over the place, I am liking just hitting the Tab and Enter keys every so often...

But, since I still can't find the dammed 'AutoCorrect' key, I'm typing as slow as possible so I don't make mistakes. Than again, I always make mistakes…whatever.

Anyways, there's a full summary below since it wont keep it all up on the main page, so, read, review, and be off. Unless you happen to be Druggie101, who will read, try to be cool and review with a rather pathetic response, and than go on about how he's not a homosexual, but a sex loving man who loves "women." Have pity on the little guy, his dick is as small as your pinky finger and he is obviously confused about the difference between blowup dolls and actual human beings. Thanks.

Summary: Danny Fenton is hospitalized after passing out during class at Casper High School. And, even though everyone thinks he's seeing things, Danny is sure he saw them; two ghosts, following him around. But he's right; October and Grey, two ghosts sent to kill Danny, have been shortening slightly on their job, and their boss isn't too pleased. Now, both October and Grey have been put on a time limit, and if Danny Phantom isn't dead in a matter of days, the entire Amity Park would suffer along with him.

Chapter One:

Sam Manson stared at her "help" below her. Tucker, who had promised not to fool around, had resided flinging black paint across the room like paint rockets and the raven haired Danny, who had been slouched against the other side of the room, feverishly repainting the same spot in a bored monotone. "Wow," She said from her ladder, when she had suggested the two help her paint her bedroom she had not expected slackers, "you know what they say?" She paused and took a look at the painting job she'd accomplished; black walls from head to toe painted deep and almost professionally. Tucker's wall had been almost as bad as Danny's however, and she sighed at the half white wall below her. "There's no such thing as good help these days."

Danny blinked from his spot on the ground and ceased painting little black slashes of paint. "Who said that you don't get good enough help these days?" He asked, pulling himself up of the ground and standing like a proud father in front of his paint job. Three black pint lines crossed the entire wall. "I think I should go into this as a profession."

Sam chuckled, "Do it, Danny, open a home painting business." The thought of Danny in a uniform made her almost loose her balance atop the ladder, "Or be a police man." Danny cringed knowing with his other "job" as Danny Phantom, police work wouldn't go over so well.

"How about I pass on becoming a police officer?" He said, turning back to the dark room. "Do you want the ceiling done?" He half pleaded thoughtfully for her to decline, but she thought it over and hopped off the ladder just as she finished painting her whole wall black.

"Black ceiling, black walls." She thought out loud to two tired boys. "That would be a bit darker, now wouldn't it? You two are coming back tomorrow, right?"

"No," Tucker wished from the corner, but Sam shot him an angry look and he held up his hands in defense. "Kidding, only kidding." Sam walked over to Danny and snatched the brush from out of his hands and began painting in the white spots left over.

Sam still hadn't finished finding Danny a suitable job. She flung the paintbrush along the wall making it completely black, "How about a fireman?"

Tucker was the one to answer, however, "You just are getting closer and closer to male prostitute!" He accused and Sam shrugged.

"Why not become a Playboy model, Danny?" She teased, giggling as she moved across the room. When no one answered she shrugged, "I like it, at least." And she hopped off the ladder, coming face to face with the chuckling boys. "What's so funny?" She teased as she paraded the room with her roller, "Don't you think Paulina would like it?"

Danny wiped his eyes and leapt off the ladder to the carpet in Sam's bedroom. He swatted the air in front of him, "Naw," he said kidding, thinking of the brunette Paulina. He'd had a crush on her ever since he could remember, "I'd only go out for PlayGhost modeling—"

But it was just than when the door to the bedroom opened and the two of Sam's parents stood in it's doorframe, "Daniel Fenton?" The blonde and tall man asked. His hands were on his hips and he tried not to look disgusted at his daughter's unique taste of wall coloring. Sam's red haired mother shook her head and stared the young Fenton boy down.

"Hmm?"

"Oh," Danny stuttered over Sam and Tucker's laughter, "I um—Sam, Tucker and I we were—I, uh." And when she knew he was not going to get himself anywhere, Sam grabbed the boy by his slim shoulders and pushed him like a cart out the door of her bedroom, down the stairs, and out the door with one last chuckle at her friend's nervousness.

"Bye, Danny," she giggled from her front porch, and she watched him scram out of the house like a quick moving cat in the streets. When he thought he couldn't get any farther away from the large house of Samantha Manson, Danny slowed his running pace down to a fairly slow walk.

He enjoyed the cool breeze outside and lifted his head up to the brilliant stars in the sky. Underneath the golden spot of the streetlights, he could tell that he was utterly alone, and he was beginning to enjoy it until he crossed the street, and a pale and gruff voice emerged from a dying tree's branches. "What 'cha doing out here all alone?" It asked with a hiss.

Danny stepped back, cleaning out his ears, "Hello?" He asked, knowing he couldn't have heard a voice; the streets were empty, filled with leftover rain from the night before. "Who's there?" And from the bushes of the large tree, came a long pool of black liquid, filing down to Danny's red shoes.

He stared up on the top of the tree and caught sight of a long, slender leg, shimmering in the twinkling moonlight like a bulb. She bit her lip excitedly when she saw him looking up at her and she snapped her fingers once excitedly once their eyes met. "Oh," she said in a raspy voice, "I asked you what you're doing out here all alone. It's late you know."

Danny back away into the brick wall of a near by building just as the young teenage girl hopped off the high tree branch, landing directly on her feet which sported bright pink pumps. She walked crossing one leg over another and with a dark smile on her face. "Who are you?" Danny managed to spit from his spot along the wall. He tried to quiet his nervousness, but he couldn't help shaking a bit.

He looked the girl up and down. Besides the fact that she remained looking like she had been dead for years, she was pretty. Her black hair was long and messy behind her and her bright pink streaks stood out like lightning. Her nails were long and black and she held them in front of her pale and ghost-like face. She winked, looking like an underage prostitute, and sending long black eyelashes down like a wind shield wiper before smiling and moving her long strand of pink hair out of her face. "What cha doing out here all alone?" She asked again, this time standing frozen in her spot on the ground.

"I'm just going home," Danny responded, regaining only a bit of confidence and straightening out his shirt. "I was at my friend's house and now I'm going—"

"I don't care where you're heading too," the pink teenage girl said. She flashed him bright pink eyes that stood out like two light stars. "That has nothing to do with it."

"Um," Danny stuttered, trying to be polite. He had never seen this girl around before, and half of him had been happy about it. She neared him with a seductive smile.

"Shhh," she said, sending a long fingernail to his mouth, ceasing his talking. He froze and she watched his bright blue eyes in the darkness, "Danny Fenton, am I right?" He began to answer her, but she shook her head. "Danny Fenton hmm? You don't happen to know who Danny Phantom is, do you?" She asked him, and he yanked his face away from her finger.

"Danny Phantom?" He asked, pretending to be entirely clueless, "I don't even know—"

Her face lost its sweetness and her thin eyebrows narrowed. She curled her bottom lip and grabbed the raven-haired boy by the chin. "October," she said, "like the month." And when he didn't respond, she rolled her eyes and sighed, "The name, sweetie, the name's October."

"Are you—"

"Human?" October asked, puffing like a fish, "Do I look like I'm human?" She asked him again, grabbing her thin cheeks with her thumbs, "I'm practically white!" And when he looked her up and down as if he was astonished, she giggled slightly, "I love 'em when they can't think," she responded to herself and eyed him just before he pulled away and neared the tree. "You don't have to do that!" She told him, pointing at his chest before he changed, "I already know who you are,"

He raised an eyebrow, "What do you want?"

"Want?" October formed a fist with her long fingers and blew on the quickly before rubbing it on her pink skirt and smiling, "Isn't want such a strange word? I mean, there's a bit of a fine line between wanting and actually needing."

"Need?"

"It's a bit of a question about what I need, and not what I want." She said, her eyes flashing as they reflected in the rain puddles around them. "You decide; am I going to need it. Or am I going to want it."

Danny stuttered, "What do you want, Ms. October?"

October huffed, "Ms?" She asked, rolling her pink eyes and biting her bright pink lipstick lips. "No one's ever called me that since I was-" she stopped and looked up at him once again, moving towards him with her crossed legs.

"Since what?" Danny couldn't help but ask, and he kept his focus on her burning bright eyes.

"Since I was alive." And she got close to the boy's nose sending her fingers running up and down his spine. And she backed away, eyeing the boy just as he was about to scream, "I'm going Ghost!" And she snapped her fingers together and just like that, the boy's knees went weak and he collapsed to the ground like a board.

She bent down and let her cold hand touch his warm forehead. He was unconscious on the cold sidewalk, and she had liked it that way, but her distance from her actual duty had been biting at her since he'd fallen. She tutted at his limp body, "Remember," she whispered in his ear so he could hear her, even when he wasn't awake, "you make the decision." And before she knew it there were several footsteps from around the corner and from the back of her eye she caught sight of a nearby street cop. He must have heard the boy fall and come to investigate.

No worries, she thought to herself as she heard the puddle splash as the cop's foot plunged down deep inside it. She stood up and listened to the cop as he rounded the corner and eyed her back, "What are you two doing back here?" He asked, and the girl spun around, staring at the policeman with her bright eyes. She walked forwards, crossing each leg over the other and the cop reached into his pocket nervously. "Stop right there!" He yelped from his post with his legs spread open in ready.

She made no sound, but she stepped slightly to her left and the nervous blond cop saw from behind her the hand of a young boy, passed out heavily on the street. He raised an eyebrow and stared the girl walking towards him down, "What the hell is going on here?" He asked her, but there came no response. He drew out his walkie-talkie and, just as he was about to speak, the girl snapped her fingers and disappeared into the dark of the night, leaving only the image of two bright pink eyes.

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