disclaimer: I never owned Danny Phantom and I never will. But I do own this plot.

Chapter 2 : from the bottom of my heart

(p.o.v. Keona)

I looked down. I wasn't sure who he was. All I knew was that he had been losing badly, and if I didn't do something, he might of lost his life.

He looked a little familiar, but I couldn't tell because of the blood that was smeared all over the side of his back. ouch that looks like that really hurts. THEN DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT NUMBSKULL! said a voice from inside my head.

As I looked through my backpack for something to help stop the bleeding, I wondered what he would think if he knew I was helping. I mean boys are notorious for their pride, and if he saw that I beat that ghost for him, he might get the impression I think he's weak. But if I didn't do anything, he would bleed to death.

I finally found an adhesive bandage and some paper towels and used those to sop up the mess and keep this person I was kneeling by alive.

Well, what can I say? Beggars can't be choosers.

I heard a groan and I looked at his face again. For still having a couple of bleeding cuts, he wasn't at all half bad looking : fair complexion- turned pale from blood loss- and dead white hair. He looked to be about 14.

Apparently, he was starting to wake. I was frantically grabbing my scattered stuff and putting them back into my back pack. His eyelids started fluttering and his right arm went straight to his forehead. ( Did I mention he was in spandex?)

I was frozen in place. Partcially because I wanted to see who he was and partcially because I knew I would be caught anyway. Then I saw his eyes. They were the most vibrant lime green I think I ever saw. And in a strange way, they were compelling.

At first those eyes didn't see me. Then they locked with mine. And suddenly, it donned on me. He was the Halfa, Danny Phantom aka Danny Fenton. His eyes then looked around in fear and then calmed down. Apparently he didn't I was a threat.

I feel almost mad that he doesn't know my power. But even so, I'd never use it on him. He has enough to deal with.

In a calm cool voice I didn't think could come out of a nearly half dead person, he said, " Who are you?"

Okay, this is even shorter than the last one, but I didn't want to give anything away... the next one will be longer.

Lightning Streak