A/N: Originally I wasn't going to make this more than a one shot because I had only written the first chapter to add body to my roleplay blog. But it has apparently garnished some attention and hey, I realized that there is the potential for an entire UNIVERSE within this idea. So I have decided that it will be a story. I'm not sure what kind of story but it is going to have dark under tones. It just has too it's about ghosts and death and stuff. I'm not sure how many chapters I'm going to make this story.

Alright, happy reading (ha...happy sure)

Danny knew he couldn't make it, there was just too much blood everywhere. He landed on a floating chunk of rock heaving breath as his vision faded. His thoughts were swimming in and out of sense and he tried to shake his head but only succeeded in sending jolts of lightning pain throughout his body.

Groaning he lay himself down, well more like he collapsed into an exhausted heap against the jagged edges of the rock. It was jabbing into places in a way that he would have thought was uncomfortable if he could bring himself to care enough about it. Right now though he just was trying to focus on something that wasn't the life pouring out of his body and pooling in the pits and valleys of the rock beneath him. The cloth around his neck was doing nothing to stem the flow of blood anymore and he tore it off.

Big mistake he discovered to late as the cloth pulled away the last barrier between himself and the outside world and the stream increased.

He gave a sputtering cough watching the flecks of neon green splatter on the rock face. He felt the rings surround him as he transformed back into his human form, His ghost form no longer able to support him as the last of his energy drained out of his body. So much for getting to Clockwork in time.

In time…that's funny…he thought to himself through the searing pain that was coursing through him.

Heaving one last large breath Danny watched as his eyes fluttered blocking out the sickly image of red blood mixing with green ectoplasm. Exhausted he just closed them not wanting to see it anymore.

The pain had ebbed away and he was left with just the feeling of emptiness surrounding him inside and out. It was like a bottomless pit filled with dark clouds that fogged his mind and filled his eyes and nose pulling him deeper and deeper away from himself.

I am going to die… Vlad did it. He killed me. Danny's fogged up mind managed to tell him.

Strangely enough he didn't mind nearly as much as he though he would. If anything he was glad for a chance to rejoin his family. Sure he didn't exactly know what happened when you died if you didn't become a ghost but maybe he would get to go to wherever his parents and Tucker and Sam had went.

The thought brought a smile, or some semblance of a smile, to the boys now blue lips. He wasn't even sure if he was breathing anymore and the sound of his heart struggling to beat was pounding in his ears in an ever growing distant mantra. This was it. His life was over and he would finally be at peace. It wasn't going to take thousands of years like he thought it would and he wouldn't even have to ask anyone to kill him. It was just happening now. He couldn't even remember what had brought him to this spot or where he had been going. Everything was just so peaceful and quiet that he wanted to slip down into it and never be let go.

There was nothing in this space and it was wonderful. He wasn't sure what to call where he was at this instant but it was nice and he couldn't feel a thing. Everything had gone quiet and his body was long past numb. Danny opened his lips as a cold puff of air escaped them. Normally his ghost sense would alarm him but now he didn't even care. No one could harm him any more than he already was. This was it.

With nothing more the worlds last halfa went extinct, thinking no one would care, and no one would notice.

Skulker had just been passing through the area when he had caught the scent of the halfas ectoplasm reeking up the atmosphere. It had excited him made him want to join in on the chase but when he had caught up he hadn't been at all expecting what he found.

Now he just floated beside the rock where the boy was curled up and showing no signs of life if Skulkers scanners were correct. There was a pool of blood and ectoplasm surrounding him and dripping off the rock to float suspended in the air around them like tiny multicoloured rain drops.

Skulker didn't know what to do. His prey was dead, for real this time and there was now a corpse in the ghost zone. He wasn't sure whether he should remove the boy or pretend he hadn't seen anything. Well that would be almost impossible now that there were the occasional splotches of blood coating his armor from where the drops had run into him.

He decided finally after a few moments of deliberation that he should return the boy to his own world for proper disposal. Even though part of him wanted to keep him as a trophy but where was the sport in that when he hadn't even killed Danny himself.

Giving a sigh he picked up the boy and slung him over his shoulder starting to head towards the exit of the ghost zone to drop him off. Skulker would miss chasing the Phantom he knew that much. It had always been great sport to fight with him even though Skulker somehow had always ended up on the losing end of those fights.

As he was lost in thought and nearing the portal to the human world he felt his burden getting colder and colder and he paused. Carefully he lay the body down and it collapsed limp like a rag doll against the rock face. Skulker stared for a moment wondering if it had only been his imagination that made him think the temperature had changed.

He was just about to pick the boy up again when Danny's entire body arched like it had been struck by lightening. His limbs going rigid and his finger tips clawing at the ground as his body started to change like something out of a horror movie and Skulker took a step back. Danny's skin peeled and morphed revealing the black and white hazmat suit below and his hair fizzled white as his skin changed to the deathly pale blue the ghosts all knew too well. The boys face contorted in a look of pain and fear and he opened his mouth in what looked like it was supposed to be a scream but nothing came out. Finally he went limp again falling back against the rock and ceasing to move. Slowly Skulker came up to him scanning again for signs of life but there were none to be found and he was confused.

Was this what happened to halfas when they died? They went through some sort of strange metamorphosis and then finished dying? He frowned picking up one of Danny's now gloved hands and letting it drop back down. Skulker simply sat there for a while crouched beside Danny's still form until the boy started to stir.

It was hardly any movement at first starting in his finger tips and slowly traveling up his arms as his system rebooted its self into a semblance of working order and Skulker watched in awe. It seemed to him to take forever before Danny opened his glowing green eyes fuzzy with haze and confusion and looked at him.

Danny was startled when he saw Skulker crouched not even a foot from him to say the least. He shrieked scrambling backwards to get away but Skulker held up his hands in a motion of no harm.

"I am not going to harm you right now ghost child, do not fear." Skulker assured him.

Danny opened his mouth to speak but all that came out was static and he clasped a hand over his lips his eyes going wide with panic. He didn't understand what was happening and he was scared and distraught and just wanted some answers.

Skulker had no idea what Danny was trying to say but he understood partially what was happening and he adjusted his scanners to find a frequency.

"What are you trying to say child?" Skulker asked.

Again static poured from his lips as Skulker found the right frequency and let the translation come through.

What happened? Why can't I talk? I thought I was dead? I don't understand, Skulker help me. The translation read to him.

Danny was frantic trying to figure himself out and the fear was washing over him in waves.

"You died, you can't talk because you are freaking out, you are dead, it's not hard to understand." Skulker tried to answer his questions in order.

No, I can't be dead, I'm here, right now. This is my ghost form and something has gone terribly wrong.

"If this is just your ghost form than change back, go ahead halfa see if you can." Skulker rolled his eyes at the boys drama.

Shutting his eyes Danny tried to transform back but no ring appeared and he was left the same as he was. His eyes shot open and he jumped to his feet wavering a little.

No this can't be possible…I shouldn't be here. This is Vlad's fault. The static crackled and Danny's eyes narrowed his hands balling into fists as he glared as Skulker.

"Now boy, don't go doing something stupid." Skulker warned seeing the vengeance boiling in Danny's eyes.

I am going to make him pay The air around Danny crackled, going to make him suffer, hurt, pay for this

Skulker took a step back from the ghost as Danny's form dissolved only to reappear a moment later.

He's going to pay for making me into this, I wasn't supposed to keep being a ghost I was supposed to go into the light or whatever. Danny was positively furious at this point and his hair was a semblance of flames whipping around his head as if it were tossed by some unseen force.

"Boy you know Plasmius is stronger than you, you're going to get yourself hurt or worse." Skulker warned.

What is worse than this! What Skulker? There is nothing worse than this.

Danny positively wailed and the sound he made sent shivers up and down Skulker spine. In all his time being the ghost zones greatest hunter he had only seen displays like this on very few occasions. It always came from newly formed ghost born out of a violent end and burning with vengeance. They always became strong and forces that were dangerous to be reckoned with. They were the spirits that were bound to earthly places forced to relive their trauma over and over again making the lives of the living hell on earth. He could see that potential brewing in the phantoms very core and to be frank it frightened him.

"Danny calm yourself, be rational now." Skulker tried to soothe the angered spirit. He didn't want Danny to become like the others he had seen so obsessed with their idea of vengeance that there was no escaping the world they created for themselves.

You can't tell me what to do, I will not be calm. I will not. Danny floated up off the rock his eyes searching towards the direction of Vlad's lair.

"Wait. Ghost child. Don't do it." Skulker could hear the plea in his voice.

Get out of my way Skulker, don't try and stop me.

Danny started to make his eay past Skulker and for a moment the ghost was about to stop him but he knew there would be no keeping Danny where he didn't want to be.

He watched as Danny floated towards Vlad's lair, his legs forming into a tail and he sighed. There was a new ghost in the Ghost Zone and he was going to be trouble, Skulker could feel it already and he was scared to see the outcome.

A/N: Remember, your reviews and comments are what feeds the flames for me to keep writing (and is the reason there is even a second chapter) Every comment is appreciated very much so. Thank you.

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