Author Note: Okay, apparently a certain little reviewer didn't read the author note! THIS IS NOT RELATED TO MY OTHER STORY! IT'S NOT A REPOST! And I feel insulted, in a way, because you said 'without bothering to edit it…' why is it offensive? Because it sounds like you're saying it's a bad story and comparing it to my other story. This isn't the other story; on the contrary, this is a better story. My other one was very different than this one, yet good in its own way. Yet, you sound like you can't tell the difference between the two. Do you even know what you're saying? Have you even read my other stories? Is this story not good enough for you? Is it not good at all? NEWSFLASH! If it isn't good…THEN DON'T READ THE DAMN THING!

Sorry, that was rude. If you were trying to be…helpful…then you need to rethink that wording. Either that or you may have mistaken me for someone else, and if that's the case, then I am sorry.

If you are referring to my way of writing, then sorry. I try to get everything in, but I have an ADHD way of writing. I can't sit down and actually type everything that I want to without getting…itchy… I have read your story, and it's okay. I mean, if I was into that thing, then it might be different, but you do have a talent for writing, a bit.

^-^ sorry to all those people who had to read that…. I'm very…sensitive… over sensitive… little things set me off, why? I'm a fourteen year old TEENAGE GIRL. That's why.

-CWA

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Chapter 1- Old Friends

Danny's P.O.V:

I have been on the run for five whole months. During that time, I lived on the streets, away from Amity. I went to New York, South Carolina, Louisiana and even Texas, but I never stayed for too long. I couldn't, I was a full ghost after all. I would get caught by police, and 'mysteriously' disappear. I saved a few people, but not many. Mostly it was from boredom or the person's life was in danger and something screamed 'PROTECT!' I think that may be my obsession, after all, every ghost needs an obsession.

I have been trying to find a way to the Ghost Zone, but I couldn't. The only two 'permanent' portals were the ones at FentonWorks and at Vlad's, I can't go to neither.

As a full ghost, I discovered something. I was more powerful, that's for sure. I learned duplication and teleportation, both come in handy when on the run. The cold didn't affect me, my heart didn't beat and I didn't have to breathe, but I did it out of habit.

My clothes were rags, and no one recognized me, and I never learned why, didn't they report me as missing when people were questioning where I was? Apparently not.

Then again, maybe it was the clothes… I took them from a store (I left an 'I.O.U.'), but that was three months ago. The black jeans, gray shirt, and black hoodie were in rags.

Of course, as I was on the road, some place in New York, it rained. I saw what changed through the rain puddle reflection. My hair was white (far past bleach), but had black tips, and was a lot longer. My eyes were two different colors. One was green, not as neon or bright as my old self, and the other eye was blue. I think my hair was white because I died in ghost form (though soon after I died, my body went back to human form), and the black because…well… my old human self had black hair. The two color eyes are a bit obvious.

Looking like this, I wondered why people tried to help me. Which people did try to help me. No matter where I went, some adults would try and help the 'poor, most likely orphaned,' fourteen-year-old kid that they find 'sleeping' on a park bench at night.

I wasn't really wasn't sleeping though. I was awake, but no so guarded with my surroundings.

Of course, they eventually roped me into letting them help but it never ended well. Each time someone helped, someone got in trouble and I was exposed as a ghost. I laughed slightly, there were rumors going around in the 'underworld' and in the papers about a 'traveling heroic Casper,' or ghost. They never showed my face, luckily. I hoped that would die down soon.

I was sitting in a park bench, observing. It was night, and there wasn't much to do since I didn't require food nor sleep (which sucks). I still do it out of habit mostly, and when I close my eyes, I usually have a nightmare.

A green portal appeared and I, on instinct, went into a fighting position. I was surprised when it was Clockwork, then I got mad. Clockwork looked a bit saddened.

"You! Where why are you here now? Where were you when I was being dissected huh!?"

Clockwork sighed. He looked sad. He opened his mouth to say something-

"Danny!"

That wasn't Clockwork….I blinked as I was tackled by a blur. It was Danielle.
"Danny! Clockwork explained what happened! I'm so sorry big brother!"

I blinked in shock again, "Big….big brother?"

Dani gulped and looked shy, "I think of you as a big brother….is that okay?"

I nodded slowly then smiled, "Good to know I still have family to count on."

I hugged Dani. Clockwork smiled faintly, but I still won't forgive him that easily.

"Why now Clockwork, why not…five months ago?"

Clockwork sighed, "All in due time. Daniel, as a full ghost, you must come to the Ghost Zone, if you don't then you will….disappear…from lack of energy."
Well, that explained my lack of energy, but I was still mad.

"I have been trying to find a way into the Ghost Zone!"

Clockwork didn't seem fazed, "Come."

I felt my eye twitch and he opened a portal. Dani grabbed my hand and smiled. I felt relief.

I spent a few months in the Ghost Zone, learning. I learned that I did have a lair, all my own. It was kind of cool, and Danielle decided that she was sharing it with me because she's only half ghost-therefore she doesn't have her own lair, at least not until she reaches her third death day (or something like that, I vaguely recall what Clockwork said since I was busy admiring my new lair.)

The lair used to be Pariah's Keep, but I defeated him. Clockwork did mention that if I wasn't a full ghost, then I wouldn't have gotten it so early, that would've had to wait till my third death day since that's the day all your powers are…settled…. I recall all that because it was about my lair (Clockwork also explained the whole third death day. As a halfa, Danielle will be powerful, but all her powers would be done growing by her third death day- that's the third year of being dead. When I was a halfa, I already was powerful, and didn't reach my third death day yet. Now I'm full ghost. I kept all those powers, will finish getting the powers I would have gotten as a halfa, and then by my third death day I would have also gotten all my powers that I get as a full ghost. I'm an ultra-rare deluxe version- long story).

Of course, since it's mine now, it's different. It rebuilt itself in my image- gosh, I love saying that!. It's a black castle and not as creepy looking. It had a white door. ("Why doesn't it have your symbol, Danny?" "I think…because it's not a part of my anymore…"- this was true. The symbol was Sam's idea, and she betrayed me. It no longer had that value that it once did.)

Clockwork explained some ghostly things too. He explained about the rules- the real ones, not Walker's. He explained how we, the ghosts, do things. He explained the history of the Zone, and it was pretty cool.

The thing that both Danielle and I found the most interesting was the core. The Stopwatch told Danielle how even though she was half ghost, she still had a core even if wasn't as strong as a full ghost's, it was able to do things a normal core could not. He explained my core too. It's still an ice core, but it's more powerful as a full ghost (I had to go through more ice training with Frostbite because of new ice powers), on the bright side, I was now the official master of the ice (long story, short version- every core type has a ghost that is the master of it, just one ghost that knows all the tricks and is the ultimate master. Frostbite was the ice master, but he taught me, and I got more powerful than he did, and then I defeated him in an ice match therefore I'm the new ice master. The cool part? I'm still learning things about the ice core that Frostbite didn't know.)

I changed a lot though, in just the past few months. I feel a lot better. I noticed that when I was on the run, for those awful five months, that even though I didn't require food nor drink nor sleep, I was tired and I looked sick. Apparently, that's because I was a new ghost and had yet to 'refill'. Clockwork explained that as ghosts, we do need energy, but we get from ectoplasm- not by drinking it, but by absorbing it. So, to stay healthy, I must visit the Ghost Zone ever month.

I wouldn't mind though. It gave me a chance to apologize to Ghost Writer- Walker let him out early due to good behavior. After I apologized, we became fast friends. He's actually a pretty cool dude.

I floated in Clockwork's tower. Danielle was by my side. By now, I've accepted her as a little sister and I wished Jazz could see it –I wonder how Jazz is doing anyway… I can't exactly go to Amity to check up on her though… I hope she-and Amity- is okay..

As if he read my thoughts, Clockwork turned around, "Do not worry, Daniel. All will be revealed in time… now, it is time for you and young Danielle to start your journeys…"