Screaming, Danny woke up. His father barged in, yelling "Ghost!" He bounded around the room with the tracker. Gulping air, Danny looked around his room frantically. Seeing the familiarity of his room, his heart started to slow but not by much. Danny felt shaky. He never had a bad nightmare like that one. He ran his hand over his black hair, watching as his mother dragged his father from the room, shouting. "Danny! Breakfast is ready!" With that, she slammed the door closed. Almost afterwards, there was a knock in the door. "Come in." Danny called as he was sifting through the mess in his floor. There was a creak as someone sat on it. "You okay Danny?" His sister, Jazz, inquired. Danny forced a smile into his face. "Yeah. It was just a nightmare." Jazz didn't look convinced but she left him alone anyways.

Danny heaved a huge sigh. For some reason, he felt wary. And there was something he was missing. Something important. Danny furrowed his brows as he headed to the bathroom to wash up. As he looked in the mirror, he saw him with red eyes. He yelled and turned. His heart started to beating hard. He exhaled carefully, and slowly looked over his shoulder. No red eyes. Just him and his troubled blue eyes. Danny gulped and turned to the door, foreboding weighting on his bones. He climbed downstairs and ate his breakfast. The he took his backpack and trudged to school. His pale face must've given him away because Sam asked about his health. He'd shrugged and waved her off and engaged in conversation with Tucker about his new 'baby'. Sam frowned. When Danny was in class, he found himself growing tense, so tense in fact he thought he would burst. Then lunch rolled in. He picked at his food, not really hungry but craving something. He saw Sam and Tucker argue again about the food. He frowned. Petty mortals fight over petty things. He shook his head, shaking the thought from his mind. He was relieved when the bell rung.

Danny had been doodling in his notebook when he'd glanced down and gasped. He'd been doodling the nightmare. "Maximum Ride! Daniel Fenton, would you answer the question already?" Mr. Lancer asked him, irate. "What? Oh. Uh..." Danny stammered, desperately sifting through his mind for the question. He was a saved by the knock on the door. Everyone turned their heads to the door, curious. Lancer opened the door and spoke briefly with whoever was at the door. Danny's instincts told him to run, run. Danny almost bolted out his seat at the urgency of them. He settled for tensing his muscles, slowly stretching them. A loud audible sigh issued from Lancer and he let in the person.

The person was wearing black skinny jeans. He was wearing a leather jacket over a black T-shirt. He had black combat boots and he had a goatee. His silvery hair had been swept up on a low pony tail. "Class. We have a new person with us." Lancer said, grumbling at the fact that he looked like a punk. Danny had stiffened at the familiarity of the new person. His heart gradually started beating hard. Warning bells clanged in his head. "Hello. My name is Darryl. But I prefer Dark." His voice was soothing, yet it had a menacing undertone. Danny relaxed only to stop cramps. "Take the seat behind Daniel." Lancer gestured to him. You bastard. Danny swore viciously in his mind. He sat perfectly still as he heard him take his seat. Danny was boiling with rage, yet as he felt Darryl poke him with a pencil, his rage dissipated. Danny slowly gave a sigh, relaxing and glancing up at the clock. He stayed relaxed, even taking some notes and answering Lancers questions. As the bell rang, Danny leaped to his feet and zoomed out of the school so fast, Dash didn't see him.

When he got to his house, after running the entire way, he wasn't even winded. He bounced on his feet, needing to get rid of the energy. No one was home, but Danny did his homework anyways. He groaned. He felt really sleepy. Danny yawned as he crawled into his bed and snuggled in. He was asleep moments later. He never saw the grinning face in the shadows as it approached and kissed him on his forehead. Danny never stirred, not even when his shoes were taken off. And he didn't move when the figure laid down next to him. He wrapped his arms around Danny and grinned an evil grin as he kissed Danny again. Then Danny shifted, laid his head on the figures chest. He sighed a sigh of pure contentment.