A/N: Hello and welcome to the second chapter of Phantom Bounty Hunter, I cannot explain the joy I am feeling right now, having completed this chapter and published it before the end of the day. Now there needs to be an understanding of how words are used in this fiction. It follows as such.

Danny Phantom: Normal reading

"Danny Phantom": Someone is talking

Danny Phantom: People thoughts (Mostly it'll be Danny's though)

And the chapter title will be on the top as well. That all I have for the beginning, make sure to read the bottom portion, I have some questions. Enjoy

Chapter 2: A Wake Up Call

Deep inside a closed-off cave on the outskirts of Amity Park, there is a cavern, that is scattered with the flower Cherry Trees and the body of Danny Fenton. With help from accompaniments, a mysterious man shot and kill Danny with a well place shot. Acquiring items through a portal of unknown origins with help from demonic-creatures in the cavern, they left Danny to rot. However, in their haste to leave, they fail to discover that through Danny's opened wound, the portals concentrated energy entered into and was mixed with his DNA, healing him. A man who walked through the portal knew this quite well, the reason why the man left Danny an eye patch and a pair of skin tight gloves. He left Danny alone, knowing the boy will heal.

As the cold air hit Danny, it was the first sensation he felt over his whole body. There was no wind nor sunlight on his body. Soon starting to feel a small pinch of pain in his right eye and on his leg, slowly opening both of his eyes noticing he was on his side, looking at a white eye patch and a stone wall. "This isn't my room." Danny thought to himself, he turned over onto his back. Looking at the ceiling, "Why am I here," he wondered before noticing something. With his right eye covered, the room was as dark as the night sky. However, covering his left eye, he could see clearly. "What in the world," he said out loud, picking himself up into a sitting position. He took the time to look around inside the cavern with only his right eye open, seeing that it was empty except for flowers all-round him. About to pick up one close to him, he saw his hand inside a glove. The gloves have a bizarre feeling to them. Pressed to his skin but at the same time feeling like nothing was there, as if his hands were glove-less. Danny, brushing the feeling of mystery with the gloves and putting the eye patch in his jacket's pocket, resumed picking up the flower giving him a sense of urgency. Looking at it with determination, he feels like he needed to do something with it. When a revelation shocked his very core, he was gathering these flowers for his parents' experiment.

"How long was I done here for?" he shouted before putting the flower away while taking his watch out from his pocket, realizing it was a quarter after two in the afternoon. Discovering he's been gone for nearly four hours. Pushing himself up, he felt tired and weak, trying to maintain his balance. Turning around, he sees an opening that will lead him outside, he started to walk. Slowly walking at a steady pace, Danny was wondering why did he passed out inside a cave. With only the idea that he was more tired from last night then he might have thought was his best option. Still walking, his heart sank into his stomach when he saw the pathway lead to a dead end. Running up to the boulders, Danny was starting to panic. He tries pushing as hard as he can on the boulders, hoping to move them.

"I can't be stuck here," he thought, remember the outside air, wide-open field, feeling free. With nothing holding him down or anything blocking his way, he wants to feel liberated from his prison. He pushed harder on the boulders, when he felt a tingly on his hands. Hoping it was the boulders moving, he quickly saw in a state of fear, his hands going through the boulders. However, it didn't stop there. His arms started to follow in pursuit. And soon, Danny started to fall through the rocks, only to tumble onto a grassy field. Looking behind him, he saw it was the entrance into the cave, still blocked but now he was on the other side. Standing up, he spun around remembering the area he was in, looking exactly the same.

"Garrison?!" Danny shouted, looking for the family horse. Realizing the creature is missing. "Oh this is not good. Mom and dad are going to kill me." He took the extra amount of time to look for Garrison, falling into a dependent state for the horse. He felt lonely until a sensation of thirst caught up to him, licking his lips he walks up to the river getting onto his knees about to grab a drink of water, when he saw himself. Looking at the river, it reflected Danny's face of utter horror. His hair was no longer raven black, but alternatively, it was snow white. Along with his right eye, with a scare laying over it, there was a shined of a vibrant green color instead the same as his left eye, which was still icy blue. His hand raking through his white hair, he started to hyperventilating talking to himself. "This is not me," he closed his eyes shedding tears onto his hands. "I am Danny Fenton, son of Jackson and Madeline Fenton, black hair, blue eyes, and regular hands." He stayed like that for a few minutes, still crying not understanding what to do. However, when he opened his eyes, he saw his hands were now the same without the white gloves. Looking at his reflecting once again, he saw his black hair returned, but yet his eyes were still different colors. Looking at it, he was at least glad his hair and hands were normal again, but looking at his right eye, he cannot help but feel that his white hair and gloves were still with him.

"What am I going to do with this eye?" When he realized he might have a temporary solution in his pocket. Taking out the eye patch, he was startled to discover the eye patch was no longer white but instead black. "Great, another mystery." He looked at the eye patch with despair and hatred, knowing that he was going to be seen as a freak with this eye patch without giving an explanation. Putting the patch over his right eye, he was blinding himself. Standing up, he needs to get started on getting home. Remembering the direction from the map, he first traveled northwest from a tree surrounding by rocks arriving on the other side of the river. Walking across the river, he reached the spot when he got here. Adjusting his position, Danny faces southeast. 'It may not be the best idea, but it's all I got.' He thought to himself, before started walking, hoping that he would at least reach to the tree.

For over thirty minutes of what felt like careless walking, he finally saw the tree into the distance. Running towards it, he saw the rocks and the main road. Smiling, pleased to know that his idea was on point, knowing he can get home before the sun sets. After traveling on the road, he saw the town of Amity Park in the distance, he was glad to be home, even with his eye still different he was smiling, he could at least get home and figure what's going on with him. Entering into the town, Danny avoided any type of eye or physical contact in the crowded town, knowing people was looking at him with curiosity. However, Danny started to hear people whispering.

"Is that him?" A man said among his friends.

"It couldn't be him? He has an eye patch." One woman replied.

"But it looks like him." The third person said.

Danny didn't know what to do, so the chance he got, he pushed people out of the way, running to his house wanting this day to end. Reaching to his house, he walked up the steps grabbing the door knob when saw his hand went right through it. Startled, he stepped back, remembering the feelings in his hands was the same when he was in the cave. Looking at his hand, he reached for the knob a second time, hoping it was his mind playing a trick on him. Entering the house, he saw the living room was empty except with the fireplace burning a small log. Feeling the nice warmth, he has a sensation of safety in this house as one would always feel, when he heard people talking in his kitchen. Making his way to the doorway, he heard his mother and Jazz's voice. However, there were three other voices he recognizes, his father Jack, and his two best friends Same and Tucker. Alarmed from this, he remembers being told that all three were out of town. Standing at the doorway, he saw none of them noticed him, but instead was looking at a map of the surrounding area, offering idea.

"He could've gone far-out west." Sam suggested pointing to the edge of the map. "We haven't looked there."

"How far-out west can he had gotten Sam?" Tucker replied almost shouting at Sam.

"Calm down Tucker, we don't need to shout." Maddie said, getting in between the two "Maybe Sam might have an idea, he could've gone there."

"Well what about heading to Massachusetts." Jack said, standing high above everyone, looking between all four of them. "He might have gotten an interest in ghost and went to learn more about his heritage."

"Dad, don't you think Danny would've waited until you got back and told you?" Jazz told him, sitting in a chair by her father with a bit of sadness in her voice and looking like she hadn't slept in days.

Danny, looking at everyone with a confusing eye, decide he needs to know what's going on and why everyone was here. He spoke up "Hey," getting everyone's attention. "What's going on?"

Sam and Jazz jumped up from their chairs knocking them over while Maddie, Jack, and Tucker stumble a bit backwards until Sam, with tears running down her cheeks, scream

"DANNY!" She ran up. Smiling, crushing him with a hug still crying.

"Sam, what's wrong?" Danny extremely confused, feeling his breath leaving him, saw Jazz coming up behind Sam.

"Danny, I'm so glad you're alright." Following Sam's same motion, Jazz encased her younger brother and Sam in a hug. Danny was surprised to see Jazz act like this for someone like her.

"My baby boy is safe and finally home." Maddie hugging her son around his neck. Starting to feel claustrophobic from the hugs, he saw Tucker grabbing his hand.

"It's good to see you again bud." Tucker was shaking Danny's hand with great enthusiasms.

Finally, this dad, with his large body and strong muscle, warped everyone into one hug and lift them all up with ease.

"It's good to see you, son." Jack said before Danny starting to fight back.

"Everyone let me go, NOW!" Danny cried out before Jack set everyone down and they all step back, looking at Danny finally noticing the eye patch.

"What the hell is going? First of all, dad, Sam, and Tucker are back, then everyone is hugging me, did something happened?" Danny asked.

Everyone, in a state of confusion and worries, look back between each other until Jazz stepped forward reaching to for Danny's eye patch.

"What happened to your eye Danny?" She asked in a caring nurturing voice. Trying his best to avoid the subject of his eye, he stepped backwards and talked back.

"T-T-That's not important right now. What I want to know is what's going on?" Danny began stuttering after finding his voice again.

Everyone remained quiet before Maddie stepped up, "What day is this Danny?"

Looking at her, he expresses a discomforting frown, feeling like she's talking to him like a child. "It's January 14th, why does that matter?" Danny responded, looking at everyone with a surprised expression on their faces. He saw Sam walking up to him, placing a hand on his chest.

"Danny, it's February 21st." Sam watch as Danny's face lost all of his color almost turning him ghost white. Trying to find a response, Sam guided him to the sofa making him sit next to her, trying to help him feel relaxed after what he just heard. Everyone else soon followed in pursuit, with Tucker standing behind the sofa with Maddie, while Jazz and Jack took the two chair and adjusted them to face everybody. While they waited for Danny to talk, each one told him what happened when he went missing.

"When you didn't return after four hours." Maddie was the first to speak, "I thought you were resting up but when Jazz returned home, I realized something was wrong." Maddie allowed Jazz to talk.

"Mom explained the situation to me, around four thirty, we got two horses and traveled to the location." Jazz waited for Danny to say anything. "When we got there, neither you nor Garrison was there. We've looked everywhere, but found nothing."

"When I got home," Jack talked next "Maddie and Jazz told me they couldn't find you. We notified the Sheriff, and started a search party. Looking for the slightest hint of where you were."

"Sam and I returned after four days," Tucker spoke up. "The moment we heard you were missing we helped as soon as possible with the search. Helping in any way we can."

"I've even convinced my father to use some of the money to help the search in other towns." Sam said while grabbing Danny's hand, trying to get him to look up. "We've thought we lost you."

It is at the moment Danny finally looked up at Sam. He could see the pain in her eyes, not knowing why he went missing. He gazed at everyone else, understanding the heartache everyone went through during his time of absent. Danny was touched by their dedication they all had in trying to find him. Feeling the warmth from everyone and in himself, a single tear from his right eye fall, swiftly wiping it away, trying to keep his eye out of the discussion. However, he was not fast enough for Jazz to notice it. "Thank you everyone, for looking for me."

Everyone in the room had a smile on their faces knowing that Danny is alright, and he's back. Nevertheless, Jazz's smile shortly turned to a frown taking a look at Danny's eye patch. "Now Danny, I'm glad you're back, but what happened to your eye?" Soon everyone's was now beginning to question why Danny had an eye patch on. Did someone gouge his eye out? Was he suffering an allergic reaction from any wild fruit or vegetables? So many questions, that only Danny might be able to answer. Maddie soon got on one knee and went in front of Danny, taking in a deep analysis of his eye patch.

"It's nothing," Danny trying his best to lie. "But it's better not to touch it, there's always a slight sting every time I touch it."

Danny looking at everyone trying to reassure them the patch was nothing. However, Maddie soon reached for the patch, when she touched it, Danny felt something more than a slight sting. It was as if a brad iron was on it, causing him to wince in pain and pusher his mother's hand, triggering everyone to grow alarm for Danny. Not realizing he was right, Danny's scare that his family and friend to bring in a doctor to look at his eye.

"What happened to you Danny?" Maddie talked to her son with sadness knowing his son has suffered during his time missing, and that eye is physical evidence. As anxious was starting to creep onto Danny's skin, he knew that this eye was now going to be a discussion in this house with his friends. Although Danny feels like he could tell them, he can trust them with this problem, there will only be more questions that even he doesn't know. He doesn't know what will his friends will think of him or what his family will do, he fears that he'll be seen as a freak everywhere he would go. Danny know he needs to tell them what happened, but he can leave out a few details.

"I don't know," Finally finding his voice, Danny explained what happen. "I remember traveling to the area with Garrison. I got there and found the flowers," He pulled out the flowers and handed them to his mother, "and then I lose consciousness. The next I remember was waking up with this eye patch on. When I try to take it off, I've gotten that same feeling in my eye, like a bee stung me." He looked at everyone's reaction, happy to know that even though this isn't the full story, he knew they would believe him in this time of acceptation. "Look. I wish knew more, but I'm just as lost as all of you. So can we please let it go for now?"

Everyone else looked at each and gave faces of sorrow to each other. They realized that this was as much as Danny knows or in Jazz's case, as much as Danny is willing to tell. However, they need to respect his boundaries, even if he is only using one eye now.

"Okay Danny," Maddie said hugging her son "We'll respect your wish, and drop the subject of your eye." Finally letting go of her son.

"Yeah dude, we'll leave it alone." Tucker assured Danny patting him on his back

"We just want to make sure your fine." Sam answered, placing a hand onto Danny's.

Danny turned his eyes onto his father and sister, who both replied with a simple nod. Assuring him they understand the same his words. Danny truly felt bless that he has the best of friends and family to trust him, but yet he feels like he's stabbing them in the back for not telling them about his hair, gloves, or how he escaped the cavern. He just wanted to leave this entire mess behind him and move on.

"I can't thank you all enough." Danny said in a humble voice before standing up. "Look. I know everyone might want to stay and talk some more, but I'm feeling a bit emotionally drained. I'm going to bed if that's alright with everyone?" He looked at everyone waiting for a response from someone.

"Of course Danny," Sam was the first to speak "We understand. It's not your average day when you're told a month has passed." She received a satisfying chuckle from him. She understood that Danny needed some humor today. She got up and walked toward the door with Tucker.

"Yeah, we'll see you tomorrow, right?" He asked Danny.

"I don't know?" Danny said, with a devilish smile. Sam, however, was not smiling

"I swear to God. You will get a jab to the arm." She said holding up a fist.

"Don't worry, we will. I'll see you later guys." He waved to them good-bye, watching them return the gesture closing the door behind them. Danny turned to his family and gave each one a hug before talking. "Goodnight guys and thanks again for looking for me and not asking questions about my eye." He made his way to the stair, hearing a goodnight from everyone. They watch Danny go upstairs, until Jack and Maddie decide they should get back on their experiments with the flowers knowing their son is safe, even with the eye patch, he was fine. They left Jazz alone in the living room, who was still looking at the stairs.

"I know you're hiding something Danny, but I'll wait until you're ready." Jazz mumbled to herself. Smiling that Danny is alright.

When he opens his door to, he saw practically everything in his room was the same way the day he disappeared. Closing the door, he went over to his mirror and looked at himself. He still has the feeling like it's only been a few hours, but knowing it's been over a month. It weighed on him. "I've been gone a month" Danny was thinking to himself not understanding the possibility. He didn't suffer from hungry nor from dehydration. The second, he did need water, but from one sip, he felt normal again. Then he remembered his dual appearance. His white hair and gloves, that may not be visually on him right now, but he couldn't shake the feeling like they were still there. To him, he could feel the gloves attach to his skin, and he can see his hair being white again. Thinking hard on his hair and glove, a larger white halo unexpectedly appeared around Danny, causing him to jump in fear, looking at it. The ring suddenly became two as one travel upwards while the second went to his legs. While the lower part of his body didn't change, his hands were transformed to the gloves, and his hair was snow white once more. Taking a look at the mirror, he saw that even his eye patch was white again. Looking at his reflecting, he notices something odd about himself. He feels stronger. However, his muscle mass didn't change at all, but yet he felt the difference. Wanting to see how stronger he is, he grabbed the side of his wardrobe. Remembering how much clothing he has in it, the weight of it should be around 435 pounds, mostly wood. Taking a solid breath of air, he hoisted it up. Laughing, he feels like he was picking up a feather. He couldn't believe this, Danny Fenton, a boy who was bullied because of his small body can lift a wardrobe without even trying. Still laughing, Danny beginning to have a similar sensation in both of his hands, the same feeling he had in the cave. Danny hands then went through the wardrobe, instantly causing it to fall onto the floor standing tall luckily not making a loud sound. He staggered backwards looking at his hands, seeing right through them. Then watching them turn back into the white gloves. Not knowing how sensitive his hands are, or what causes it to happen Danny feels like the best idea is to figure it out later. Right now, Danny was beginning to feel tired, deciding to go to bed. With his clothes still on, he morphed back to his black hair. Figuring out that by simply thinking of his different appearance, he can switch between the two, though he doesn't know why he would use the latter. He can climb into his warm bed and drifted into a deep slumber, one that is filled with pain.

As the night went by, Danny tossed and turned in his bed, he feels a sense of flying.

Suddenly opening his eyes, he looked down and saw he was hovering over the ground, feeling Earth's gravitation no longer applied to him. He looked around seeing his body, still turning. "Am I dreaming?" Danny asked himself that, when something pulled him on his shirt. Looking in the direction of the pulled, Danny moved towards it, going through his wall flying high above the sleeping town. He feels the pull getting stronger, soon he was traveling faster leaving the town, into the direction of the force. It suddenly hit him that this was the direction to the cave he woke up in. Soon he was deep inside the closed-off cave. Inside the cavern, he saw the scattered flowers' Cherry Trees, and three people. Two men were standing while the other one was in a man's grip high off the ground. Danny flew closer to get a good look when he got scared to see himself in the grip the man with three scars on his face. "What's going on?" Danny said looking at his hands then at the three people, focusing on the two men taller than him knowing their name somehow, "James and Jim." He said watching when he saw James hit the other Danny in the stomach. He remembers the pain. He still recalled being on the ground trying to breath. Then he felt the same sensation of the punch to the face, as Danny touched his left eye. He continued watching, looking at himself on the ground. "Fight back." Danny screamed at himself, remembering he did try, only to recall what happened next. As James pick up the boy, Danny still feels the sting, watching as Jim kneecapped him, watching himself fall to the ground screaming but no sound. He doesn't need sound, though he remembers the scream, turning is back to everyone. Danny was thinking until he realizes that this wasn't a dream, this was his memory. "What happened to me?" He said, but not before grasping the horror. He turned around and saw him being held up by the two men with a third man with a gun pointed at him. He tries dashing to save himself when all he heard a gun going off with the sound ringing in his ear.

The sound still ringing in Danny's ear, he shot up from his bed waking up in a cold sweat hyperventilating, looking around remembering he was in his room in his clothing. He got up and walked to his mirror looking at his reflection once more and saw his eye patch. He took it off looking at what he feared, his eye was green. He hit his head onto the mirror, calming down, understanding what happened "I was killed." He mumbled to himself. Touching his body, his face and his hair, he feels like there something else. "Am I a ghost?" He touched where his heart is and heard a solid thump, he wasn't a ghost, but he was different. Walking back in a depressed state of mind, he noticed the sun outside his window. It was already morning, and he learned he was killed a month ago. "What am I going to do?" He was getting irritated of the whole mess. He didn't know whether to cry or to get angry. The only thing that was swimming in his head was the entire moment happening and the two men. He reached a moment of clarity, "the two men worked for my murderer. I find them. I find him." With a new resolution, he got up and changed into a standard slim blue suit without the jacket and black boots. Walking down stairs, he entered the kitchen, greeted warmly by Jazz and Maddie receiving a hug from his mother.

"Good morning Danny." Maddie said with a smile. "I've made breakfast."

"Thank you." Danny replied grabbing a plate and sitting next to Jazz, who put her book down.

"How did you sleep Danny?" Jazz asked looking at him. He just looked at her with curiosity.

"Uh Okay, I guess." Danny said wondering what his sister was getting at. He quickly eats the rest of his breakfast before he got up. "I'm going to see Sam and Tucker now. I'll be back sometime later, and we can talk then. Bye" He left the kitchen, leaving his sister and mom alone.

Maddie turned around looking at Jazz "It's going to take a lot more than just asking how he slept to get him to open up Jazz."

"I know mom." Jazz responded to Maddie's statement with a gloomy frown.

Danny was walking past everyone in his way, not noticing their eyes looking at his eye patch or caring what they were saying. He has a destination in the north part of town, and he wasn't going to stop. Danny knew lying to Jazz or his mom would not last long, so he has to hurry. In the distance, he sees the Sheriff office, walking up to it. He realized the Sheriff would know him. He needed a disguise. When it struck him, walking behind the Sheriff's office, and making sure no one watches him, he changed into his other persona. He was startled to see his clothes were no longer his blue suit but instead of the same clothes he wore yesterday. "So I die in these clothes, I'm doomed to wear this forever." Knowing his eyes didn't change, he adjusted his now white eye patch over his left eye, exposing his right eye to the blinding sun for once. Waiting for his eye to finally adjusting, he walked over to the front door and walked inside. In the office, there was a simple desk with a chair in front of him with two table and chair at each side of the wall. He waited for a response before he decides to call out. "Hello, is anyone here?" Making sure that he would talk in a different voice than his natural one.

"I'll be right with you." A man called from the back, walking into the main office taking his time to look at Danny while he was doing the same. The man stands at six feet tall, holding himself high, broad shoulders, wearing a well pressed white suit with a black gun belt, two pistols, and a lone sheriff badge on the left side of the suit. He talked with a lot authority in his voice. "How can I help you, stranger?" Danny mentally patted himself on the back before talking to him.

"I was hoping you can help create a wanted poster." Danny said, trying to sound strong, but came off sounded a bit weak.

"Sure, let me get some paper first." The sheriff replied, walking to his desk, pulling out from a drawer a few piece of paper and a piece of graphite. "What did the man look like?" the sheriff was prepare to draw up a rough sketch.

"Well," Danny starting to remember what one of the man looked like exactly. "He was six feet five inches by height. He had wide broad shoulders, wider than yours and a large muscle mass. His face was the long on the cheeks, and narrowed done to a pointed clef. He has blonde hair blue eyes."

"A brown beard, croaked teeth and three distinct claw marks on his left eye." The sheriff finished Danny's train of thoughts and said nothing more. He looked at Danny, before he got up from his chair and guided Danny to a bulletin board, where Danny laid eyes on James McDoul. A wanted poster declaring a dead or alive capture for James under the case of carriage robbery, theft, arson, and raped for three hundred dollars. However, Danny saw only James face and feeling his blood boiled. "This is the man who knows my murderer is," he thought ready to go after him.

"Last seen in the first town up north from here. What did he do to you that you would memorized his face?" The sheriff said, being in a state of disgusted looking at James's picture.

"He killed a close friend of mine." Danny responded not thinking about it. He ripped the wanted poster, and walked out without the sheriff stopping him. However, the sheriff saw the anger in the kid's eye, he could even suggest the eye glowed a bit the moment he showed him the picture. He could've stopped him but decide that this would be interesting. He walked back to his chair and leaning on it wanted to see how this would play out.

Danny went around the sheriff's office and changed into Fenton again and put the wanted poster away. He stepped out and recalled what the sheriff said about James's location. Danny knows what he has to do, he first needs to finish the day, then at night, he would find James and get him to talk. Soon, Danny met Sam and Tucker, went through the entire day, hardly saying anything or not trying to, only to focus on James and his brother, which he will need to find too. He realized that the day somehow went by, recognizing it was seven thirty. Glad the day was over, Danny said his good-byes and went home. The time it took to talk with his family, making sure not to mention anything about James or his plans. He wants this day to end so he can get started. He soon looked at the time, happy it was close to eight thirty. He said good-night to everyone and went to his room. Locking his door, he wanted to get moving. He setup his bed just in case his parents come into his room tonight. He looked at the window knowing this would be the best bet to leaving, opening it seeing there was no one around. He positioned himself over the ledge.

"But Sam, why are we doing this?" Tucker complained to Sam about leaving his house.

"Because Tucker, Danny acted strange all day, and we need to cheer him up, so what better way to cheer him up then star gazing. It's a clear night, and we can use my telescope." Sam talked back, watching Danny all day. She saw he wasn't even trying to make eye contact with either of his friends. She wanted Danny to heal from this, but ignoring them was not the best idea. As they made the turn towards Danny's house, Sam looked up and grabbed Tucker by his shirt pulling him back behind a house.

"Look." Sam whispered to Tucker, looking over the edge of the house, they saw Danny sitting on the ledge of his window.

"What's he doing?" Tucker asked Sam. Both watched Danny seeing what he will do.

As he positioned himself, he changed into his second persona. Both Sam and Tucker gasped witnessing two halos going up and down Danny, turning his hair white. His hands became gloves, and was shocked to realized Danny moving his eye patch, revealing his eye was alright other than being an unnatural green color. Danny was looking at the ground knowing he needs one more item. He took in one deep breath, remembering the time he went through items, the feeling of being free. He jumped developing that feeling as he reached the ground, he looked as he went right through it into the family basement. Knowing his parents was sleeping, he went to the experiment table, grabbing the belt with the revolver with it and putting it over his belt. He quickly left the basement the same way he entered. Hoping the fence, Danny started to make a dash for the town's exit hastily discovering his increase muscle also went through his legs, as he felt like he was on Garrison once again. Sam and Tucker, having watched Danny jump from his window, saw him sink into the ground, only to get back up. They tried their best to keep up with him but realized he was running like a horse. They follow his dust trail to the town's exit heading north.

"He's other going to the next town, or he is going back to the area he went missing." Sam said maintaining her breath while Tucker was already out of breath, looking at Sam, he wonders how she can run even in dress shoes. They saw that Danny's dust trail was too far to reach for them alone, so they made a run to Tucker's father's shop, grabbing the two horses his family would use for the carriage delivering supplies to close towns. They soon got on and were heading north as well.

"Sam, what do you think got into Danny?" Tucker said close behind Sam.

"Whatever it is, it has something to do with his different appearance." Sam didn't know how to respond to Tucker, but all she wanted to know is the truth.

Far off in the distance, was Danny, still maintaining the same speed and without breaking a sweat. On any other day of the week, he could be possible enjoy this, but his mind was focusing on James getting some answers. After half an hour of running, Danny didn't slow down at all but soon stopped as he finally reached the first town. "This is where James could be?" Danny thought to himself when he notices the town had a disgusting smell to it he tries to ignore it. He spotted a local saloon that was built on a corner street. "I can start there." Danny said hoping this search wasn't going to take all night. Walking up to the door, he could hear everyone was having a time of their lives. Enjoying the night with alcohol and music being played by a profession, the atmosphere was very warm to him. As Danny walked through the door, he felt the air got colder as everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at him. He took this time to look at everyone. Some men looked at him with daggers in their eyes while others just ignored him completely. Danny looked towards the second floor, where a set of stairs. He quickly took notices of some women, some wearing reveling outfit, standing over the railing. Some flashed him a smile and even a few winks. However, he didn't spot James. He focuses his eye on the bartender, and walked towards him. This cause everyone to resume their activity before he walked in and the musician starts playing once more, though a bit quiet this time. As Danny stepped forward to the bar, he simple stared at the bartender. Starting to feel uncomfortable, the bartender talked to Danny.

"You look too young to ordering a drink, so how can I help you?" The bartender chuckle to himself, while Danny gave an uncanny frown to him, not amuse creating a tense moment between him and the bartender.

"James McDoul?" Danny responded after a few intense seconds. The bartender merely was just standing there studying Danny.

"Who are you kid?" The bartender asks, not taking his eyes off of Danny right eye.

"I work for a deliver service." Danny lied, though he wasn't trying hard.

"Not with that six shooter you're not," He chuckled once again before reaching down behind the bar. "Although that name doesn't sound familiar, I do have a ledger you can look at." The man handed Danny a leather-bound book. Danny opened it and realized it contains the names of people who are staying in the different rooms. He traces his figure down the column with people's name and found James McDoul, staying in room four on the second floor. He was hoping to find Jim but sadly there was no one else by that name. He closes the ledger and followed the stairs leading him in front of a door with the number 4 on it. He tries opening it, only to find it to be lock.

"Sorry sugar, the man took our best girl." A woman walked behind Danny putting an arm onto his chest telling him the problem. "Though someone of your appearance, you think you want some company sweetie?" Danny only paid attention to the first part. He walked through the girl's arm and the door, causing him to hear her scream and saying he just went through the door. Danny slowly walked to the bed, finding a woman James in the bed, sleeping. He feels his blood boiling and doing something he never thought he could do, letting his anger out. Grabbing James by the neck, he turned around toward the door and using his strength shouted "WAKE UP!" Danny tossed James like a ragged doll, going through the door and the railing falling down onto a table, causing everyone to stop in their tracks. The girl was startled awake, while Danny heard James moaning on the floor. He went through the busted door and railing, continued walking off the ledge, hitting the ground with a solid thud. He grabbed James's neck, and lifted him up, the same way James did a month ago. "I have some question." Danny said before he turned both him and James's intangible before he made a dash line to the exit, leaving everyone in a state of fear and curiosity. Danny, still holding onto James, was running through the different buildings leaving the town south hoping to get some time to question him. Running for about five minutes, Danny tossed James away from him, only to catch up and delivered a right hook to James's cheek causing him to hit the ground again.

"It's not fair when someone has the upper hand does it, is it." Danny said before stopping two feet away from James. James, however, was laughing after feeling the punch, he looked at Danny.

"No I'm just glad someone can throw a punch." He got up, and trying to punch back, only for Danny to grab his hand, with reflexes' he didn't know he had. Danny took this time, to break James's wrist, wanting to hear him scream, but to hear more laughing instead.

"You think you're going to hurt me punk?" James stop laughing for a second, enjoying the pain too much. Danny, on the other hand, questioned this man's tolerance to this discomfort. As James throw a second punch, Danny turned intangible letting it go through him, soon grabbed his arm and sent a punch to his elbow. Shattering James's arm, then kneecapped him, so he would know how Danny felt, only to find James laughing even more. Danny let James fall to the ground and just looked at the man with uneasiness in his stomach. James stopped laughing and looked at Danny with an unnatural smile on it.

"Okay kid what do you want?" James finally calmed down wanting to know what Danny wants. Shaking this unsettling feeling, Danny talked back to James.

"Who killed me?" James looked up not understanding the question.

"What?"

"A month ago, you and your twin brother helped a man with a golden plated gun killed me. I want to know who he is." Danny said picking up James by the neck. Though James simply just looked at Danny.

"No shit," James replied still looking at Danny finally remembering him. He laughed hard then last time. He finally stopped and spoke. "Look, kid, I don't who he is. He only talks to our boss, and we do what our boss says. And I'll promise you this, you already broken one arm and a leg, I didn't talk until I wanted too, so you're not going to get anything from me."

Danny cursed to himself knowing James was right, if he only laughed at being kneecapped and having his elbow shattered, he won't talk. He let James hit the ground, not knowing what to do next.

"Well you've ruined this body." James said out loud, Danny only mouthed this body, not understanding his statement, looked down. "I guess it's time to leave." Danny staggered backwards looking in horror at James when he soon saw a green liquid coming out of James's back, taking form. The goo grew into the size of a medium sizes' octopus, with red eyes, and dagger slimed teeth. It towered over Danny by four feet, hovering off the ground. Its laughter caused Danny to walk backwards with fear.

"Foolish Halfa, do you think you have the power to fight a true ghost?" The creature said with a demonic voice, only triggering Danny to stop in his tracks and questioned what he heard.

"I'm sorry did you say 'ghost'?"

"Yes foul, are you scare?!" The creature looked at Danny with daggers in his eyes, while Danny casually picked up his gun, and pulled the trigger back.

"No, just needed to do an experiment." He pulled the trigger, watching as the bullet hit the ghost between his red eyes. The ghost didn't even scream, only flung its head backwards as the remains of the head splatter all over the ground, sinking into the dirt. Danny watched as the ghost falls down, becoming one with the dirt, as if nothing was there. He looked at the gun, feeling proud his parents weren't as crazy as he thought and laughing to learn there are ghosts in this world. He looked at James seeing him still breathing but knocked out with a frown, learning he was only talking to a phantom of the real person. He still didn't find the person who did this to him, but now he knows. There is more than just James and Jim.

"Danny?" He heard a voice behind him. He feels his entire world crashing down on him knowing that voice by heart. He turned around and saw Sam and Tucker, their eyes holding nothing but fear, having just witnessed everything. "What happened to you?" Sam asked Danny. While he merely looked back between James and his friends still feeling fear.

"How am I going to explain this?" That was the only thing that came to Danny's mind.

Well, that was something, anyway I hope you enjoyed this chapter and please leave a review telling me what you like about it, what you didn't like, or what you are expecting. If you want to PM, go ahead, but I probably won't respond within 24 hours. Now for my question, would you guys rather read the time as numbers, (10:30) or as letters (ten thirty). I don't mind doing either one. It's just when I looked back at chapter 1, it went back and forth, and I didn't realize that until now. I would like to know what you guys like. Finally one more thing I should mention, I suffer from A.D.D and a speech delayed. I get past and present tense mixed, and it's hard for me to stay focus one thing. So if you notice a constant issue, you now know what it is. Updates will come to a minimal of one week to the max, one month. I am sorry, but that is just the way it is. So enjoy your day, and see you in the next chapter.