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"Well, it's better than evil hot dogs," came Danny's sideways complement.
"I know, those things tried to eat me." Jazz shivered at the memory. "What's worse, Dad used them as defence... Freaky little things..."
Danny and Jazz were sitting in the kitchen, at their round blue table, eating the fixed meatloaf. What they were grateful for: Their food wasn't trying to kill them.
Maddie and Jack came pretty late, and, by the looks of it, empty handed.
"I'm tellin' ya, Mads," Jack started, past the disappointment that loomed as their uninvited shadow, "If we could just find Phantom..."
"I know, Jack, it disgusts me how he gets away so fast."
"We didn't even see him..."
Danny's eyes were wide as he ran back to his room, as to not nauseate his parents farther.
So, I thought to the knife, do I disgust you?
I received no answer.
"I guess not," I said out loud. I stared at the stained blade. Green and red. Reminded me of Christmas... I hated Christmas.
"Why do I disgust them? What did I do? Protect myself?" I shook my head. "That's stupid... to hate your own son... Why?" I whispered the last bit.
Half of me, not as in Phantom and Fenton, wanted to chuck it across the room.
The other half... Well, you get the idea.
I transformed into Phantom, for this is the one who did wrong... Right? Forget it, words are too confusing.
So... If you're wondering Jazz, this is what I do at night... When I'm bad.