Ok, hopefully the wait wan't too long for you guys. I spent the better part of the week editing and re-editing this chapter trying to make it perfect for you guys! Also, I'm so happy you guys like the story so far, and thanks to those that have left reviews.

Coldblue: I plan too, and I like those pairings too, though my favorite is the Danny/Raven pairing.

Pufflehuff: Yes, I plan on it. I do tend to do that, but its either over explaining or under explaining so... That is his normal style, tight shirt, vest, though I will have him change the vest out with leather jackets. Yes, I have noticed that as well, Raven being the only one to really be able to detect Danny. I do have Cyborg's sensors and BB's animal instincts being able to detect Danny in this story. I didn't put it in the last chapter but it is in this one. I also plan on putting Beast Boy's POV to show what he sees exactly as well later on.

Anyways, here's the next chapter. So enjoy!


Chapter 2

Raven POV

"So, am I the only one that got a weird vibe from that white dude?" BB asked when we got back to the tower. We were all trying to figure out who that figure was, or what it was.

"Yeah, man. He was totally creepy. I mean, my scanners where glitching out on me, I was trying to figure out what was wrong with them while trying to stop X." Cyborg agreed.

"I first noticed him when we were fighting X in the warehouse. He gave off a cold death like feeling, but at the same time, not. It's hard to describe." I agreed with the group. This thing was defiantly different, I wasn't sure it that was a good thing.

"Dude! So you mean I wasn't going crazy!" BB exclaimed, waving his arms in the air. We all just stared at him. "Do you know how much of a relief that is! I swear I kept feeling like something was wrong the entire time, that and there was these like weird foggy shimmery like gaps in certain spots and…!"

"So you have seen this man at the house of wares in which X attacked?" Starfire interrupted, all confused.

"Not what he looked like, that wasn't until we were at that lab place with the cannon thingy. The warehouse was the first time I saw what those gap things. But I did get the same feeling from all three places X was at, you know, the warehouse, the roof top of the chemicals, and the, the, the..." BB trailed off, trying to think.

"The astronomy viewing lab?" Robin helped.

"Yeah, that tower thingy we left." BB answered.

Starfire nodded, "When he spoke to Dr. Chang, he was most upset. Please, how could one know the feeling of the ripping apart of molecules?" she said to know one in particular, all of our jaws hit the floor.

"They wouldn't. No one could, they would be dead if that happened." Robin stuttered, trying to explain to Star.

"Not only that, but there would be nothing left of them, no body, nothing. They would be lucky to have some ash leftover." I finished for him. It could be a ghost, I wasn't going to rule it out yet, but ghost don't remember how they die, and he seemed solid, like he was actually from our realm. The realm of the living. Cy's scanners noticed him as well, but then again, Beast Boy could feel him as well, and that wasn't normal for him.

"So I figured out why my scanners were on the blink," Cy started.

"Why?" BB interrupted.

"Well, according to this, they were detecting a weird drop in the temperature in certain areas. Here I'll run a reply of the thermal scan on the screen." Cyborg said, walking over to the main computer and plugging a cord into his arm. As we watched, BB had pointed out to the spots the he had seen the air shimmers. It seemed to only be when he was certain animals, though he knew there was something there, no matter what animal he was.

"There, Cyborg, freeze that frame." Robin commanded, I knew he was thinking. Cy obeyed. "There, that bluish hue right behind X. He was there? Why didn't he stop him?"

"Maybe he was helping X?" I questioned, "But then again, when I tried to read its mind, all I could get was 'Jail,' so…"

"That doesn't help, we need to know why he is here, and if he is a threat. Raven, you are the supernatural expert. What do you think it is?" Robin asked.

"I'm not sure, I had a vague idea, but after what Starfire said, it immediately took away the classification I had thought of. I'll have to check some of my books, see if I can find anything." I answered in my usual monotone voice. I thought back to when I saw it, him, for the first time. Finally seeing what was radiating that strange feeling. It was human like, but there was that small glow coming from him. It was unlike anything I had seen before and I couldn't tell if it was his aura or just my imagination.

"Ok," Robin nodded, then turned, "Cy and Star, you guys keep going over the footage. If either of you guys find anything, contact me immediately."

"What about me?" BB asked.

"We are going to patrol the city." Robin said. I started to head to my room while everyone else went to do their assigned missions. I paused and looked back at the screen, it was paused on a full body shot of this mysterious figure as he floated behind X.

"What are you?" I questioned, talking to myself.

Danny POV

Ok, so I had my fun with being the hero, but now I really needed to stop using my ghost powers and try to be a regular teen while I hid out in the town for a few days. I didn't really need the money, Vlad and I set up a plan two years ago that if his ghost half was ever exposed or that something happened to him, all of his money would be transferred to an unknown (my) account and then the transfer would be deleted instantly afterwards, leaving no trace and me with more money than any 17 year old kid could ever need in a life time. However the more important thing was for find a place to stay at for the night.

I roamed the city for fifteen minutes before I found a small motel that was still open. That will work for now. I found and alley way nearby and changed back into my human form before walking out into the street and towards the front door of the motel. When I opened the front door, I realized the main lobby, if you could call it a lobby, was empty so I headed to the front desk. There was a small silver bell with a sign attached saying 'ring for service'. Great. So I did. DING! Nothing happened. I rang the bell again, DING! and waited for a minute. No reply still, so I rang the bell again, DING! this time waiting for a few minutes. I was getting fed up. I'm tired, hungry, and been on the run for about a week and there is no one here to check me in! I decided to annoy the crap out of whoever was supposed to be working at this hour and rang the bell repeatedly like a four year old. Honestly I could keep this rapid pace up for a good few hours if I really wanted to.

"I HEAR THE BELL!" I heard someone, a very pissed off someone, yell from the other room. I grinned, good to see I finally got someone's attention, about damn time. A lady, probably about 5'3" and in her forties walked out, her face bright red with anger in her eyes and a scowl walked out into the open. "Are you the one ringing that damn bell? What the hell is wrong with you?" She growled at me.

"No, it was a ghost," Her eyes narrowed a little more, "he was here a second ago," her scowl deepened, "I donno where he went." I finished, acting innocent.

"Do you know what time it is?" she growled.

"Almost tomorrow?" I pretended to think, then darkening my expression as I continued, "Look lady, I'm tired, I'm hungry, and I have been on my own in the woods for about four days, so I would appreciate it if you could just give me a room to sleep in." I growled back, glaring at her. She opened and closed her mouth a few times, her eyes widening as she finally broke her failed attempt of a death stare from my face and noticed my attire. (AN: The beginning of the motel scene is based off of two Gabriel Iglesias jokes.)

"Uhh, yeah, sure. Name?" She asked, hesitantly, I could tell she was confused and possible afraid of me. Then again, with clothes that looked like they had been in a fire as well as on a guy as big as me, who wouldn't be afraid.

"Masters, James Masters." I answered back with a small smile. She just stared at me, raising an eyebrow, "What?" she just shook her head and continued writing in the book.

"And how long do you plan on staying?" She asked.

"Not sure yet. I'll let you know later, after I have a good night's rest and a proper meal."

"Okay, I have found an un-booked room for you, so, you are going to be located on the second floor, room 207." She said hesitantly, handing me a key before quickly walking to the back room.

"Thanks." I said, though she didn't hear it.

This was going to be a long night. I thought to myself as I unlocked the door to my room. I walked in and turned on the lights. It was a typical room with one bed and a bathroom, a desk, a small closet, and a dresser with an ancient TV on top. I was still wondering why the GIW agents would just leave like that, when they were so close to recapturing me, then just back off. It was strange, not that I didn't like it cause its awesome, but it just made me more afraid of when they strike next.

I walked into the bathroom to shower and clean myself off before bed. I looked at myself in the mirror and realized just how dreadful I looked. My hair was everywhere, I was covered in dirt, at least I hoped it was dirt, my clothes looked as if they were falling apart at the seams, and I had faint red marks from where the stupid ecto-lasers hit me along with dark circles under my eyes, my once electric blue eye color was a little faded, along with the fact that I looked really pale. Well, it could have been worse; I turned the shower on and waited for it to heat up. I needed a new pair of cloths to wear for tomorrow so I guess I would have to steal some for the night. No one would know, or see me on the cameras anyways. I took what was left of my clothes off and got in the shower, letting the warm water run over my body, relaxing my tense and knotted muscles, as well as calming down my nerves. I could feel the water rinsing away the dirt, sweat, and grime from running in the woods. After I was feeling better, I actually began to wash myself with the soap they provided. I probably took about ten minutes before I was done, got out and began to dry myself off. I wrapped the towel around my waist and looked in the foggy mirror. Thanks to my heighten senses that came with being a half ghost, I could clearly see all the scars that were unwillingly given to me by the GIW agents and all their, tests, as they would call them. They marked up my entire body; the most prominent being the one on my chest and stomach.

I shook my head, trying to get rid of those memories before realizing I didn't really have any clothes to wear. Probably should have gotten some clothes before I showered. Smart move Fenton, I growled to myself mentally. I looked at the pile of dirty clothes on the bathroom floor, my pants weren't that bad, neither were my boxers, so I put those on, my t-shirt was destroyed, but the vest was okay. I put the vest on and walked into the main bedroom area. Okay, I need to snatch a few pairs of boxers, some new jeans, a shirt or two for sure, I can make do without a vest, and maybe I should swipe some new shoes as well… I made a list on a blank sheet of paper, not using the note pad that had the motel emblem on it, and headed out.

I made myself invisible and intangible as I flew out of my room and towards the mall. I found a store, looked like a Macys or something along the lines of those giant stores that sells everything, and snagged what I needed easily. I was able to get the security ink ejectors off real easy by turning them intangible and placing them in their spots under the register. I made sure to keep everything that I was doing invisible. Of course, I couldn't really steal the items, so I pulled out my wallet, and paid for the items along with the list I had made before I left for the motel, writing what I had taken next to the register in aisle one.

I was surprised that I made it back to the motel without getting lost. I found my room and placed my spoils on the only bed in the room. I pulled off all the tags and put them in the trash, opened the 5 pack bag of boxers, and then placed everything in the dresser, except the new shoes. Those I placed next to the dresser on the left side. I yawned, stretched, then took off my old jeans, vest and boxers, throwing them into the trash along with my T-shirt that was still in the bathroom, and put on one of the new pair of boxers, glancing at the clock as its numbers changed to 1:28 a.m. and went to bed for some much needed sleep.

I woke to the growling of my stomach. I rolled over to face the clock. I blinked a few times before I could read it semi-clearly, 2:47 p.m. so just over thirteen hours of sleep. More than I've had for the past week, and no nightmare either, damn, I must have been tired. I smiled to myself as I stretched, and sat up looking around the room waiting for my vision finished focusing. I finally got bored just staring into space and got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. Once I was done, I put on some of the new cloths I bought/stole. What? I did leave a note and the right amount of cash in the store at the register. I then went to fixed tangled mess that I called my hair. I looked around in the bathroom for a brush, but to no avail, so I just finger combed it and when it was decent enough to go out in public with, I left the room, unsure of what I was going to do with the small amount of time I had left in the day.

I exited the lobby and headed down the street, making notes of where I was and who I was walking by, you know, keeping tabs on everything that I saw, I knew the GIW were going to come back. I walked around the park for a little while, trying to think of a way to throw the GIW thru a loop when a familiar phrase rang thru the air.

"Time out." Clockwork. Of course. Time stopped, like it always does when he interferes.

"Hello Clockwork." I dully greeted.

"Daniel, I see you are planning to leave, even after what I told you a week ago." He started.

"Yeah I would stay like you said, but they are still on my tail, I'll come back once I lose them, then try to befriend these Hero's." I interrupted, "I have to, it's way too risky to stay here while they still know where I am."

"You would think that, but its imperative that you stay here. If you leave, he will come back. I told the Observers that I would keep him locked up, I can't do that if you chose another path that brings him back." Clockwork explained. I stared at him, wide eyed. He will come back if I leave the city! No! He can't, I can't let him, I sighed, Guess I'm staying here after all. The full meaning of what he said hit me.

"Wait, I thought I already beat him. How could he come back? He is still in your layer, in the thermos, right?" I asked, I was very confused.

"Yes. That Dan in back in the ghost zone, but this is a new Dan," he explained, pointing to my chest, " and he is still apart of you. He will fully manifest, without Plasmius half, and become a reality in this timeline if you leave the city due to a nasty series of events, which is why I'm here."

I sighed, hanging my head in defeat, "Guess I have to stay after all, huh? If I want to avoid him again. Great future. Thanks."

"I know, it is for the best."

"So if I stay, he won't exist, right?" I questioned.

"Only time will tell," he said, "Time in!" and he disappeared into the blue portal behind him, time continuing to move forward. I let out a sigh, Clockwork hasn't led me the wrong way so I was going to take his advice. Even if I didn't want to, I realized what that meant, great, now I have to get a job and a real place to live. I visited a few places but none were hiring at the moment. I sighed exiting the park and walked down the street for a little while, passing a help wanted sign along the way. I stopped and looked at the building that was hiring. It was that small coffee shop I passed by yesterday when I was running away from the GIW. I growled. The GIW, every time they were even hinted at, I filled with rage. How could they do that! They just decided that… calm down, breath. In. Out. In. Out. There all better. But I knew I wasn't. I sighed as walked up to a creepy looking coffee shop. Oh well. I opened the door and walked up to the counter.

"Hi, I noticed the sign out front about needing help and wanted to know if you were still hiring." I asked or told, not really sounding enthusiastic about the idea at all. I tried to plaster a smile, but that didn't work out so well seeing as it made me seemed to just make me look like a creeper. So instead, I dropped the smile and kept a straight face and waited for the guy on the other end of the counter to respond.

"Uhh..." the dude responded eyeing me, apparently he wasn't expecting me to show up; I mean I didn't give off the normal vibe that this place usually gave, or any place for that matter. He just stared at me for a while. Oh for the love of all things dead, please stop staring! This day has already started off on the bad note and I would really just like an answer instead of just standing here like an idiot, I mentally whined. I quickly put together a cover story for why I was here.

"Look, you don't even have to pay me minimum wage, I'll do it for free if you really want me to. I need the hours for school anyways." I lied, though it wasn't all a lie, I needed the hours to look as if I was a regular teenager, but I didn't need the money. The guys face light up instantly as I said this. That could have gone better.

"You're hired. My name is Tom, and you are?" He asked.

"Uh, James." I managed to get out, to be honest I was very confused, isn't there suppose to be like an interview and paperwork, and doesn't he want to know that I am who I say I am? My thoughts were cut short when a black apron landed on my face, I pulled it off looking at Tom who raised an eyebrow, put it on while Tom began to fill me in on what to do, showing me how to make the different drinks and the difference between the cold and hot, how to make ice coffees and such. He also gave me the run down on the food items and how each should be prepared along with restocking the cold drinks on the shelves around every hour or so. I put the apron on and began to get to work, learning and working out the kinks on how to make all the different blends of drinks and how to cook some of the food items that they served. It was going to be a long night, that's for sure. I'm sure I messed up at least five or more different orders, but being my first day, I didn't feel too bad about it, yet.

I was on my break when I got a sudden chill and a blue wisp came out of my mouth. Ah crap! I began searching the shop for the ghost when I heard a familiar barking sound coming from my feet. I looked down.

"Cujo!" I whispered excitedly, "What are you doing here boy?" the ghostly green puppy jumped up on my lap and began to lick my face while its stub of a tail wagged vigorously.

"James! Break time's over!" called my boss.

"Ok!" I shouted back, then quietly whispering to my puppy, "Go to my motel room, ok? Follow my trail." And with that I knew I would see him at my motel room tonight. Crisis averted, for now at least. I mentally sighed and went back to work.

My shift was finally over, but I still had to find a more permanent place to live; thanks to Clockwork's words that were still running thru my head, and one that allowed dogs, because a motel wasn't going to cut it. I was going to find some place cheap as to not draw attention to myself. A place near the middle of the city, close enough to be invisible to the suspecting and searching eye, yet far enough away that it wouldn't get destroyed by the fights the occur downtown on a regular basis from the Teen Titan's. Which reminds me, where did they disappear to? I saw an orange ship thing shoot off into space five hours ago from their base, tower, whatever you want to call it. It was a giant T-shaped building on an island in the bay and it basically overlooked the city. I noted that when I was flying to find a hotel a last night.

I walked by a house that was for sale on my way back to the motel, grabbing a flier, I was going to call the seller to set up an appointment to take a tour of the house. It was a small, tan house with white trim and well crafted front door that was painted a warm cocoa brown. It's a one story with a small basement, perfect, I can use the basement as a lab if the GIW agents don't find me and for now, a place for Cujo to stay. It also had an open concept, the living room and the kitchen were open and great for entertaining, as if I would have people over, but it's good for watching Cujo I guess. The two bedrooms were located on the opposite side of the house, perfect for guest so they don't feel as if we are living on top of one another, and if Danielle ever finds me, she can live in that room. Two separate full baths, the second being near guest room. It had a small walk in closet, nothing to fancy, but good amount of space, according to the flier. All in all, this house would work for my current situation.


Three Days Later


I was finally finished moving into my new house, though waiting for the offer to pass drove me crazy. Well, I'm already crazy but you know what I mean, so in order to take my mind off of that, I had gotten myself a Motorcycle, and I loved riding it. It was like flying while I was still on the ground. It was a Yamaha YZF-R6, black with the silver seats and neon green accents around the cowl. Parking is impossible in this city, hence why I wanted a bike. But I didn't stop there, I had also custom ordered a bad ass helmet as well. It was a Bell Revolver helmet, black matte paint, with silver accents and a green chrome visor. It just arrived today, I had ordered it when I bought the bike. Dare I say, amazing!

I got out of bed, Cujo lying peacefully on his spot on my bed. I groaned, knowing that I needed to go shopping for more things, food being the main one, but clothes, and dog necessities for Cujo. Plus, I wouldn't mind splurging a little on myself. Nah, I shouldn't, but I most likely would anyways.

I left the house at 8:30 and walked to the coffee shop. It was normally a four mile walk from my house to the coffee shop, a small warm up compared to my normal training routine; I would have to resume my regular workout soon so I wouldn't get out of shape, or lose more control over the little sanity that I still had left. But today, I was going to ride my bike there now that I had my helmet, I grabbed two protein bars on my way to work from a gas station nearby so I wouldn't have an empty stomach during my busy day. I arrived, taking off my helmet and began to enter the shop. I pulled out my sunglasses from the pocket in my jacket and put them on before entering. Serving coffee was just as boring as ever, though because it was like some form of gothic café, my poor outlook in life and sour attitude was welcomed with open arms by the people that usually came in to get their items. If Sam was here, she would love this place. This is totally up her alley, I thought as I waited for someone's bagel to warm up in the toaster. Sighing when it was done, I handed them the food and walked back to the register so they could pay, then moped around some more, waiting for my shift to be over so I could go shopping.

I couldn't have been happier when 2 o'clock came around; I left the shop and went to the nearby fast food chain for lunch. I rarely take off my sunglasses but I did anyways, besides, no one here would recognize me as 'Danny Fenton' anyways, not to mention the place was practically empty, not counting the people behind the counter, there were only three other people, two that were getting ready to leave. I lifted my shades and let them rest on the top of my head as I began to order. The door opened and closed, twice? I looked around, the other person was still here, so why… I was interrupted by an all too familiar clicking sound, two guys dressed in all black had pulled out guns. Luck me, I groaned, the two thugs decided to rob the place as I was ordering. One was almost my height, 6'2" or 6'3" while the other was more like 5'11" both were armed with guns, and had ski masks on along with similar black attire to match the rest of their bodies. They both looked a little out of shape, judging from the small pudge in their bellies showing under their black sweatshirts. The shorter of the two pointed the gun at me and ordered me down to the ground, then threatened to shoot me if I didn't stay there. I got down on the floor like he demanded, while they pointed their guns at the cashier, demanding for all the cash in the register. Don't help, don't help, don't help! I shouted to myself, trying to keep my hero complex from taking over and beating the shit out of the two robbers. Stay down, stay down, stay down! I failed to shout at myself while standing up and faced the two guys with a very angry expression on my face. Damn it!

"What the hell do you think you're doing? Get back down on the ground, NOW!" The shorter of the two shouted, pointing his gun at me. I rolled my eyes, they landed on the last person in the room, pausing for a second giving a slight nod to him, hoping that he would pick up on my unspoken thoughts and call the police. Now I just need to give him a chance to do so, without warning, I swung my left leg up and around, hitting the back of his right hand, knocking the gun out and on the floor before putting him in an arm lock, my right hand grabbing the back of his head and pulling it down towards my rising knee. I felt the impact and the crushing of his nose before I saw the fountain of blood that began to flow from his face. Oops, too hard. I then finished him with a quick jab to the side of his neck, knocking him out cold before turning my attention to the other guy, who didn't know what to do, a clear hint of fear in his eyes. The other civilian got the hidden message, I smiled as I eavesdropped on his phone conversation, the voice on the phone saying that the cops were on their way. I started walking to the other armed robber.

"One more step and I'll shoot." He attempted to threaten, his voice shaking a little in some places. I decided to have some fun with him, my insanity taking control, I knew that he couldn't really kill me, I let out a roar of laughter.

"I don't think you will. You don't want murder on your hands now do you?" I questioned back, giving a large and very scary smile as I took another step forward. I needed to keep him occupied long enough for the cops to show up and arrest these two thugs.

"I mean it, stop moving!" he replied, taking a step back. I gave him one of my all too famous death stares, and I had to admit that if looks could kill, well, this stare came pretty close to proving that saying true. I saw him tense up before he started to shake nervously, his eyes widening behind his mask, I could hear his heart racing as he was trying to figure out what to do. I was about to take another step when I heard the sirens.

"Sounds like the poe-poe are here. It sucks to be you doesn't it?" I smiled again knowing that I won, temporarily forgetting that him being nervous as hell causing him to do the unexpected. He fired. I stumbled backwards before falling to the floor, while the girl behind the counter screamed. He hit me in the left shoulder, nowhere fatal, but it still hurt. I didn't cry out in pain, but just clutched my shoulder with my other hand, icing it with my icy core and waited for my ghostly healing to kick in. The robber looked traumatized at what just happened, as if his brain was still trying to process the information of the last few seconds. Rage started to take its hold over me, He shot me! He seriously just shot me! I'm gonna kill him! I tried to push it back, taking everything I had to not get up and brutally kill the guy, though I knew how much I would like too. That monster inside me desperately wanted too, I was sure my eyes flickered to a reddish color multiple times as I imagined just how it would turn out. The cops came bursting thru the door at that moment. Guns clicked as they ordered the remaining robber to stand down while another called for an ambulance to take me to a hospital. The word hospital seized my attention immediately. Great, just great. First, I don't get lunch, then I nearly lose it, now I have to try to get out of the ambulance without them drawing my blood and finding the ectoplasm covered DNA in my system along with the fact they my body doesn't function like any other normal humans would! This day just couldn't get any better could it?

"Hey, kid," one of the cops said, trying to comfort me, "It's going to be okay, the ambulance is on its way."

I only groaned, I knew that wasn't good, fortunately for me, the mobile hospital arrived a few minutes later and my healing hadn't taken effect yet. Because it was a clean shot, they just patched up my shoulder and told me to take it easy for a few weeks to let my arm heal. No blood samples, and thank the Lord of Death, no needles. I was, however, required to talk to the cops about the unconscious robber on the floor and what had taken place prior to the robbery. This better not be in the news, or I'm so screwed. I thought. That was all I needed was for the GIW and my former parents to come and swarm the city because of this incident. Damn it! You stupid hero complex! Why do you always intervene in situations like this? I explained how they busted into the shop, guns blazing and all, the threats they made, how I was able to take out the short guy, what I did to the short guy, and the 'mind game' I played with the other robber. I didn't want the cops to release my name to the reporters about me so I told them no. When they asked if I had any family, I lied and said no. Though my real parents are alive, I don't consider them to be parents, not after what they did to me.

The reporters were showing up so I decided now was a great time to leave. There were no camera's out of there vans yet, so I turned myself invisible and walked away without an incident, and because I'm not 18, they can't say my name of give a description of me without my consent. Thank you for the minors secrecy act! I hopped on my bike riding it back to my house, turning me and the bike invisible, and phasing thru the garage door before becoming visible again. I went to my room and changed my shirt and vest, as well as talking off my so called bandages seeing the I was completely healed, before putting on a graphic tee and a black leather jacket before I went shopping, because now I needed new clothes. I changed then headed to the mall to do some serious shopping.

Totally a bad idea.

So shopping by myself wasn't my best move, I mean, sure I know how to shop thank you Sam and Jazz, but I swear every girl at the damn place was following me around like I was a new toy. Since when did 'James Masters' have a fan club. He doesn't even exist! Technically speaking. Not to mention a few tried to ask me out! I can't, not yet, it's too soon. I lost the love of my life a few years ago, and I should be getting over it, but I can't. I couldn't save her, and it kills me every day knowing that I couldn't protect her, or any of them from their cruel and untimely deaths.

Okay, so being a ghost, or rather half ghost, means I or at least part of me has an obsession or a calling, meaning there is something I always feel like I have to do, even in my human form, unfortunately it is saving and protection people though it could have been something worse. I'm sure I developed this when saving Sam from the Lunch Lady ghost and that's where I developed my obsession, from protecting and saving Sam that one time. As to my partial insanity, well I'm still working on a theory for that one.

I eventually got to the point where I just needed to get away from them, so turning myself invisible and phasing thru the wall just to get away from them, I wasn't fond of the idea but I didn't like the feeling of being followed. I did manage to get most of the things I needed now that I actually have my own place to live. I got a new wardrobe, full of vest, muscle and v-neck t-shirts, lots of different colored jeans and shorts, five new pairs of shoes, and a few leather jackets. I had to duplicate myself just to get everything home seeing that taking my bike wouldn't work. Man! That was tiring; I should really get a car. Well, I do have all this money. NO! I need to stay inconspicuous, that means not blowing all of dad's money just because I can. But a car would be so practical for these kinds of things. During my mental struggle, I had managed to send my invisible clones to my house and back, at least three of them, to drop off all the clothing items I had bought for myself. I sighed, now off to the pet store for Cujo. I began walking around to look for a pet store. The scream attracted my attention, and because of my stupid complex, I had to go check it out. My ghost sense went off as I began to get closer. Fuck! Of all times a ghost decided to attack it has to be now! I mentally cursed because now I had to intervene; the Titan's still weren't back from where ever the hell they went and I had to risk my safety and mental health just to save a few people. What kind of hero just leaves their town unprotected for a few days? Don't these kids know that when they leave villains always attack, and now I'm stuck cleaning up their mess! Granted they wouldn't and probably didn't know how to fight a ghost in the first place but I would love to see them try.

"Will you be my friend?" and eerie pleading and whine-like voice shouted, cutting thru the screams of people and my ranting thoughts. I face palmed, recognizing the ghost instantly; he was blue skinned, with pink and white pinstriped pajamas and blond hair. Really? Klemper! He's here? Well, it could have been the box ghost. I sighed, hiding behind fast-food counter; I changed into my ghost half and flew out to face the friendless ice ghost.

"Klemper, it's impossible to make friends if you are scaring them half to death." I shouted, keeping my voice eerie and echoy over the crowds of scared and screaming people. Everyone had stopped to look at me and the Klemper floating in the air. The icy blue skinned ghost turned to me with a dazed look.

"Will you be my friend?" He hopefully asked again. I shook my head in frustration, then realized that he couldn't see my head or face, I had to answer his question.

"No, I don't want to make any new friends, and I really don't feel like fighting you off today either. So, we can we do this the easy way and just get in the thermos or are you going to be difficult?" I stated. My words began to seep into the ghosts understanding, and he got angry. He roared before charging at me with a snow ball in his left fist, and swung it at my head.

"I guess we are doing this the hard way." I deadpanned under my breath, ducking his punch and sending my own punch, charged with and ecto-blast into his back, and sending him to the ground. He was unmoving for a second then began to stir, and fired an ice beam at me. I rolled my eyes under my hood and absorbed the blast with my own icy energy. He flew at me again trying to tackle me this time. I went intangible, turned, grabbed the back of his pj's and threw him to the ground again. Pulling out my thermos, I sucked him up and sighed. The crowd that had stayed to watch was gasping at me, surprised that I took out the strange entity, single-handed and within a few seconds. Slowly they began to murmur then cheer, I could make out some of the whispers, mostly who was I, where did I come from, was I a Titan, ect. I groaned, this is so not how I planned my day to go.

"No, I'm not a Titan. I'm no one important." Was all I said before vanishing from their view. Invisibly, I flew back over to the counter I transformed behind, returned to my human self and continued walking towards the pet store as if nothing had ever happened. The rumors continued to spread about the cool looking dude that saved the citizens in the mall. This is so going to come back to bite me later. I thought to myself as I continued to walk down the aisles of the store, placing a few toys and dog treats in the shopping cart, along with a bag of food and a dog house and bed for Cujo. I tried to ignore the quickly spreading rumors, but it was becoming really difficult to do. I got in line and paid for the items after waiting a few minutes. Crap, how am I supposed to carry all of this back to the house? I guess I'm duplicating myself again. I groaned again, creating an invisible copy of myself, and keeping it invisible, I handed it the dog food and dog house instructing it to fly to my house and drop the items off before coming back to get me. A few minutes later, the duplicate came back, turning me invisible, and flew me to my house as well so I could drop off the rest of the items. I guess I have to get a car to transport my merchandise, otherwise my ghost powers will draw them back to the city! I continued this mental battle for a minute or two before I realized that unless I wanted to keep using my ghost powers and attract the attention of the GIW sooner, I had to buy a car.

I walked around town for a little bit, trying to learn my way without a map. I hated maps, unless they have the "you are here" sticker on it, I could care less. Eventually I had a general idea about how to get around when I was in downtown Jump. I walked by an electronics store and decided to enter, just for pure entertainment. I walked around for a few minutes, looking at all the different gadgets such as phones, PDA's, laptops, video games and gaming consoles, along with some of the larger things such as household appliances and TV monitors. I ended up buying a few things from there as well and walked out of the store with a new laptop, a smart phone, and a few games, including the newest edition of Doom. To say I was set would be an understatement, but I reminded myself to not let all the wealth to get to my head like the first time, I needed to stay down to earth as much as I possibly can.

I made it home later than I had planned due to unforeseen events, but I got everything I needed from the clothing stores, a few items for Cujo, and a few material items for myself and was home around 9. Finally, I can eat something. Awh crap! I didn't go to the supermarket for food! Well I guess I'm getting takeout, again. I groaned to myself before dialing the number to the pizza joint I had written down earlier from the magazine I read while on my break at work. While I waited, I pulled out the laptop and logged on to a neighbor's Wi-Fi for the night, I would need to get a router to create my own Wi-Fi for later. I cruised around on the web, mostly car searching so I could get around the town without having to use my powers. I sighed, dreading the fact that I would have to deal with the ever so perky car sales people just to get my stupid vehicle.

The doorbell rang half an hour later, delivering my half meat half veggie pizza. I paid the delivery boy and feeling generous, tipped him a ten, before I began my car search again while eating a few slices of the pizza. I knew I should have done my normal workout routine today but running from those girls the entire day was good enough, crap, now I will have a fan club, not to mention I was shot an hour before that, so I deserved a rest (even though I was completely healed, I was going to pretend I wasn't). Cujo, in his puppy form, was curled up next to me on the couch, sleeping with his new toy hanging out of his mouth. After I had decided on the car I was going to buy, I changed into my boxers and went to bed after setting my phone's alarm to wake me up at 6 so I could go for my usual morning run.

Six a.m. came way to fast, but no nightmare. That was a plus, I got up and changed into my usual workout clothes and phased thru my bedroom wall for my usual run. It wasn't cold out, but I wasn't hot either, more like 65 degrees, for me that was perfect. As I ran, I made it a point to learn every street name and where everything was, that way I could never get lost. I happened to be running by a bank when so idiot in a white suit white some black lines and a yellow bulb on his head and chest was breaking into the ATM machines. What is he suppose to be, a light bulb? He's not very discreet with his outfit glowing like that. I sighed, knowing that I couldn't just walk away, or in this case, run by and not do anything to stop him, I mean he was stealing. Where are the cops, or the Titans for that matter? They have been gone for at least four days! And why me? Why can't I for once just live someplace that doesn't need to be saved? I cursed at myself and ran to a nearby dumpster, changed into my ghost form then turned invisible before I went to face the light bulb guy.

"You know," I started with my scary voice, scaring the crap out of the ridiculously dressed fruit loop, "If you want to make a withdrawal, you should open an account first."

"What! Who's there?" He asked, turning around to face my invisible self.

"That's not important, not as important as to who you are?" I shot back becoming visible and hoping this loser would give me a name.

He jumped a foot before straightened up and shouting, "I am Dr. Light, and you are nothing compared to the power of the light!" I sighed as I deadpanned, great; he is just like Technus, only he's a human not a ghost. Wonderful.

"Really, the 'All Powerful Light' can vanquish the Specter of Death himself?" I teased, tilting my head just enough so that he could see the movement of my hood. His face paled considerably at my statement, and I let out a deep chuckle. "I didn't think so." If I had a camera, this would be all over the internet. But oh well, I'll just have to settle with my memory.

"Y-y-you're the a-actual re-re-reap-per?" He stuttered. I wanted to create some of my own entertainment now, like my insanity like humor of terrorizing this guy. I'm so cruel, but this is going to be so good, I slowly reached to the back of my belt, and grabbed the list containing all the names of ghost I still needed to take care of, and unrolled it in front of me while giving him the idea that his name was on the list. I tapped into my icy core at the same time and created a mist or fog like affect, and then I made sure it spread outwards in every direction, slowly, before I replied to the terrified Dr. Light.

"The one and only Grim Reaper. Yes, but, I prefer to be called, Pale Death." I answered still looking at the fake list of names, letting out another sinister laugh as I summoned my Scythe with the other hand. If he wasn't terrified before, he was now. I could have sworn he was going to pee his pants at the sight of my weapon. My scythe had that effect on people; the eerie glow of the neon green blade, the dry ice effect that it gave off, it was enough to petrify people. And it was working, like it always does. I gave a sinister chuckle.

"Please don't kill me! I don't want to die! I'm not ready to die yet, I'm way too young!" he pleaded, dropping to the ground, shaking with tears streaming down his pale face.

"Hmm, your name doesn't appear on the list, yet, so I won't kill you," I started.

He looked up in disbelief, tears in his eyes, before he whispered "Y-you won't?"

"But you must put all the money back, turn yourself in to the police, and stay in jail for your full sentence given to you by the judge." I said, using a haunted, monotone voice while rolling the map up and placing in it back in its home at the back of my belt.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you." He whispered again, tears still streaming down his smiling face.

"Do it, now! Before I change my mind and kill you anyways!" I growled, smiling when he flinched back in fear.

"Ok, I'm doing that right now." He said, trying to kiss up to me and lighten his punishment. I hate kiss-asses, I was going to make sure he did and that he would never want to cross my path again.

"Remember, I will know if you try to cheat your way out of this." I warned before disappearing. I laughed once more, watching his face becoming paler than the white on his suit, before I was gone. I couldn't wait to read the headline for this guys' crazed up story in the paper as everyone is not going to believe that the actual reaper appeared and let him off with a warning. I shifted back to my human form behind the same dumpster and finished my run laughing like a mental patient at an asylum for the mentally insane.

GIW POV

"Agent K, we have a second confirmed ecto-reading of a very powerful ghost emanating from Jump city. Do we have permission to launch an investigation?" Asked a younger agent, who was currently monitoring a screen with numerous amounts of ecto data pouring into the open file.

"How high of a reading?" Agent K answered, walking over to the screen to examine the readings himself.

"Level 15 or higher. There was two smaller readings as well. This scanner isn't as fine tuned as the others back at the main HQ. Do you think I could be the Ghost Boy?"

"Quite possible. We shall inform the Fenton's of the findings a dispatch a watch team to investigate." Answered Agent K, motioning for Agent O to alert the new owners of the GIW agency of their new-found discovery. He smirked as his mind was already planning a search and capture mission, the trip itself was going to take a day's worth of travel, but it would be well worth it. They may have been ordered to pull back when the boy first entered the city because of the Titans. The Titans had left the city recently, so now was the perfect time to investigate, when they weren't here to interrupt, and this time, oh yes, this time that ghost punk wasn't getting away.


And cut! So how did I do this time? And crud, the GIW are on to him!

Did anyone laugh at the "checking in" motel scene? Sorry, I love that guy, he's hilarious, I couldn't help myself.

So until next time...