Spy Guy: Ok so...Here's the next chappy! (I've never said that before. i'm not sure I like it.) SO anyways...I passed my drivers ed class. i almost crashed on the freeway, but I passed. And I got hyper on moutain dew. Ahhh...moutain dew. And I've realized that I've been spelling Phlem wrong, but guess what?

I like spelling it that way!

Thank you Kirsten T and Random mouse, adn whoever else told me about my title being spelled wrong. I couldn't for the life of me figure it out by myself. Is fixed now.

Jessica01, I havea cousin named Jessica. But that's really random, so thanks for the review, and I'm glad you liked it.

Xelena, Yes Partial.

AnimeMew, This whole thing, is starting to confuse even me.

Stormrider7, I've never had a mango. And up til midnight for two days? i was probably up writing at that very moment. Happy quite afew days after pure evil day! (I failed my math and science finals on that day.)

S2Teennovelist, So I need to get you a Vlad and Wisemon punching bag? And yes, I really need ideas for outfits. I suck at that. I forgot to ask you when I updated ture key. And Danny doesn't loose his memory for as long this time( He'll probably have it back by the next chapter.)

Critic101, yes. I do remember you. And that does look like Advil. I can't have those. They make me hyper. And you havn't seen the stuff I write when I'm hyper (Therwere pink flamingo's, cereal, pansy cannons, laperachauns, and milk all over the place.) I hope that you like how it did this. It went from being really really dark, to being...not so dark. But Icarus's rampage was slightly creepy.

Horselvr4evr123, Yay! Did I ever tell you that my best friend likes horses?

Queen s of Randomeness 016, I like the gr8 thing. But it reminds me of sk8r boi. I have dark memories involving that song.

the sleep warrior, I write like the wind.

Ghostboy814, I'll have Vlad explain it to you.

DannysGhostWriter, I'm updating as I type.

So there it was.

Disclaimer: Me no owny. (I think I've put that more than once.) I don't even own the OC's because that would require a copyright, and those are expensive.

I hope this chapter isn't a totaldissapointment. It's kinda a filler like the crazylady, but not thesame. Kinda more boring and longer. I always called thatlady Mrs. White in my head. From Clue because we allknow she did it.

And I dare all of you to figure out where the concept for Danny realizing he's dead came from. Here's a hint: Fire and bats.

I havn't read that book in years. But I still remember it.

He was on the ground. He knew that. But that seemed to be all he knew. His location was fuzzy as he tried to remember what he had been doing. What had he been doing? He felt like he had been ripped apart and thrown away. It hurt to even move. He was surprised he could breathe.

But wait.

He couldn't.

He desperately tried to get his lungs moving again, but they just wouldn't. He tried to get up, but found it impossible. Panic swept through him.

He was going to die. He would run out of air and die. Then he found that he didn't have to breathe. He felt almost fine, except for the pain that engulfed his entire body. Then a horrible thought crossed his mind.

He was already dead.

The boy managed to sit up, wincing in pain. There was a gash running down his leg, and green blood poured out. Something told him that the leg had already been injured before, but he didn't know why. Rain gently fell around him, running into his eyes. He could see that his hair was white. That was a strange color. He struggled to find his name. He wanted to know who he was. Then it came to him.

His name was Danny…

And he was dead.

Being dead was strange. It was a new concept to him. Danny looked around at where he was. It seemed to be a forest. He was sitting against a tree, trying to keep dry from the rain. He didn't realize why it mattered. He was dead. But it really didn't bother him. Being just a spirit was ok. Soon he was able to get up, by turning his legs into a spectral tail. Soon the pain went away. With that, he flew into a small town to have a look around. There were people there, real living people, and they didn't seem to notice him. He started taking glasses, and messing with their hair. They would look around nervously, but stare straight through him. Danny laughed. Some could hear him.

As he made his journey through the town, something kept nagging at his mind.

How had he died? Who was he? But those things didn't seem really important to him. Danny was just having fun, pulling small pranks. Then he came to a place that the people going in called a library. He remembered those. They had a whole bunch of books inside, and you always had to be quiet. It was the perfect place to stir up trouble. He phased inside. There were a few people around, lazily reading. Danny snuck up behind one, and grabbed the book they were holding, slamming it shut. The person yelped with shock. The boy then placed the book on their head, and laughed. He didn't know why this was fun all of a sudden. He had a feeling that before, he rarely had any fun, but here he was now, acting like a little kid again. He then noticed that the librarian was giving him dark looks. Danny cocked his head in confusion. She was looking straight at him. Not at the person, at him. Could she see him?

"Stop it." She said quietly, but firmly. The person who had been the target of Danny's tricks smiled sheepishly and took the book off their head.

"I'm sorry. I've been up too long." And with that, they left. Danny laughed, but the librarian's gaze was still focused on him.

"You're scaring people away." She said. Danny stared in shock. So she could see him.

"I'll talk to you later boy." And with that the woman got back to her duties.

Danny decided that he liked the library. It was fun trying to avoid the librarian. She always seemed to come so slow. Danny could've knocked over rows of books by the time she came. But soon the people began to leave. Every time he pulled a new prank, they shouted in shock and then left. He wished that some would stay around. These people were too jumpy. He needed to prank someone a little more collected. The librarian kept popping into his mind, but she could see him. That wasn't fun. Soon everyone was gone. The librarian began going around, turning off lights, and picking of misplaced books. Danny watched her. She seemed to be in her late thirties, with short brown hair, and thick square glasses.

"Stop watching me." She said suddenly. "I hate it when spirits stare. They seem to think they can."

"Sorry." Danny apologized.

"At least you have manners." She sniffed. "But still, you've been giving the others trouble all day. Why do spirits like you feel the need to be so childish?"

The boy though for a moment, and then replied,

"It's fun. I don't remember ever having fun when I was alive."

"I don't remember much at all."

"Your suit looks kind of battered." She said. "Were you wearing that thingwhen you died?"

"I don't remember." The boy replied. "I don't remember dying at all."

"Well my name is Ms. Alex, and I'm afraid you will have to leave. I can't have a ghost in here. That would attract news crews, and tourists. We don't need that in this small town."

"I'm sorry. But this was the first place I came to. I didn't feel like going far." Then he remembered why, and the pain came back to him.

"Can spirits get hurt?" He asked.

"Well I'm sure that they can still feel pain from their former lives. It might linger on as a memory. Why?"

"My leg really hurts." Danny said.

"You don't have a legs."

Danny then turned his legs back to normal, showing the large gash, caked with green blood.

"That's nasty." Ms. Alex gasped. "What happened to you?"

"I don't know." Danny said. "I woke up at the bottom of a tree, feeling like crap. I think I was running from something but…" Danny tried thinking really hard. He could see a pair of red eyes coming at him, and a sharp pain as something reached into his chest. But that was all he could remember.

"I think it caught me."

"Well I don't know how to treat a dead thing." Ms. Alex said. "I guess you could go to the bathroom, and clean it out. There's also a first aid kit in there. Maybe that will help."

"Thanks." Danny said, as he went off.

A while later he limped out.

"If I walk like a normal person, can I stay?" He asked.

"Why do you like it here?" Ms. Alex asked. "Did you like to read?"

"I don't think I can read." The boy replied. "I can only recognize a few letters here and there."

"I guess since no one can see you, you can stay here, but no more pranks." The librarian demanded.

"Sure. I can stop."

"And you help me out. I don't have much help around here. People are always complaining that nothing's on the shelves. One person can only do so much."

"Ok." Danny agreed, "What can I do now?"

"You can start cleaning out the basement. I've been meaning to make a children's center down there, but never got the chance. You can help me do that."

"Ok." And with that, the boy phased through the floor.

It was night time when Cassandra got back. She went into the gym, landing next to Vlad, the limp from of Danny's body in her hands.

"I left his spirit just like you asked me to." She said to Vlad, who was still overshadowing Lawson. The man took the boy's body in his own hands.

"Good job not turning him into a zombie . We can't risk getting it damaged. Who knows what Daniel will do to get it back."

Then Icarus flew in.

"He's at the library a few towns from here. Doesn't remember much. He's acting foolishly."

"Most ghosts do at first." Vlad sneered. "It'll go away. Then he'll come back, but just to make sure, I think I'll send you and your brother to help it along a bit. Wait until he becomes friends with someone. Then take their soul. If that doesn't jog his memory nothing will."

"Don't you need us here, while you're at the castle?" Cassandra asked.

"Yes…I guess you're right. Icarus, you can go."

Cassandra snarled.

"Why him? I was the one who got into the school. I'm stronger than him!"

"Yes. That's why I need you here. We have to get everyone in the whole town under our control. The more mindless drones we have, the better our chances of keeping the ghost zone. It won't be safe until Daniel arrives. Then they'll leave us all alone." Vlad smiled evilly, turning to the boy's body. Then his eyes widened. The man lifted of Danny's arm and stared at it.

"Look at this." He said, pointing to the metal band. "Do you know what this is?"

Cassandra glared at it, but Icarus spoke up.

"That's Clockwork's band. I've seen him wear it."

"It's just a pretty trinket." Cassandra snarled. She then went to reach for it, but Vlad knocked her hand away.

"Don't touch it!" He snapped. "Daniel is the only one who can. It'll shock you."

"What's so special about this one boy?" The ghost demanded. Vlad glared at her for a moment and then went on.

"You all know that when we captured Clockwork he was weaker than usual. After interrogation, he revealed that he indeed had chosen an apprentice, but an unknowing one. That was all we could get out of him. His powers are still inaccessible to us."

"He was caught coming back from the real world." Icarus added. "He didn't have the band with him."

"He gave it to Daniel." Vlad sneered. "Maybe the Little Badger ishis new apprentice. That means that for a while now, Clockwork has been altering his genetic structure to fit the powers of a time ghost. Well…we aren't the only ones manipulating the boy. But this plays to our advantage." The man then chuckled softly. "Clockwork doesn't realize what he's done. He has doomed the very world he swore to protect, just by transferring his powers to another. He really should've chosen someone else."

"So the boy you've been after, the boy who defeated Pariah Dark, he's also the new time ghost?" Cassandra asked. "That seems to be over doing it just a bit."

"Just go into the town. Don't let anyone leave." Vlad ordered. Then he turned to Icarus. "Don't let him see you until the last second." He said. "If he sees you before it's time, I'll send your sister to take care of you."

Cassandra smiled wickedly, and flexed her claws.

"And I'd do it too." She smiled.

Icarus glared at her, but then flew through an open side door.

Danny placed another large box on the floor of the basement.

"Is this the last one?" He asked.

"I think so." Ms. Alex replied, setting down he own box, that was considerably smaller. "That should be enough for tonight. That's really all you can do. You can't read so you can't put them out for me. I guess you could dust the shelves. Some kids are sensitive to that."

"Alright." Danny smiled. He took an old feather duster from a corner, and started. It was nearing midnight, but he didn't feel at all tired. Ms. Alex yawned, and opened one of the boxes. The boy glanced over at them, and spotted a book that had a young child, hugging an older woman. He had a feeling that he had someone like that once. A…A…He couldn't remember what it was called. Then he thought of it.

"Mom…" He whispered. Danny dropped the feather duster, and stared blindly at the book.

He had lost her.

Somehow, his own mother had been taken from him.

"Did you have one?" The librarian asked.

"Yes. Her name was Maddie." Danny said.

"That's a beautiful name." Ms. Alex commented, shutting the box once again. "Well I have to be going. We humans have to sleep." And with that, she walked up the stairs. The boy opened the box again, and took the book out. He then sat in an old overstuffed chair, covered in dust, and opened it up. He wished he could read the words. They just blurred, and made no sense. Why couldn't he read? He had the feeling that he could before. He sighed, and put the book down. Then the boy phased into the main library. He didn't feel like working anymore. Walking around, he spotted an upturned magazine rack. He was about to right it when there was a scream. Something inside the boy stirred, and he phased through the front doors. Danny could see Ms. Alex, in the grip of a strange creature. His claws were poised to sink into her chest.

"Icarus!" The boy shouted, without thinking. The ghost turned and his face fell. He quickly dropped the librarian and vanished. Danny ran to her side.

"Are you ok, Ms. Alex?" He asked, helping her up.

"I'll be fine." She gasped. "I just can't believe…" She took another deep breath. "He attacked me. Can you please take me inside?" She asked.

Danny nodded, and helped her over to the building's doors.

The boy led the librarian over to a chair near the upturned magazine rack. He then put it back the way it belonged.

"Thank you." Ms. Alex shivered. "I didn't remember ghost attacks to be so frightening. Can you hand me one of the magazines? I have to read this off."

Danny bent down to pick one up. Before he gave it the librarian, he looked at the cover, and froze.

"What's wrong boy?" Ms. Alex asked.

"Vlad Masters." He said.

The librarian looked over at the cover herself. There it was, plain as day, a big picture of Vlad Masters, smiling and looking rich. It was a magazine from a while ago, and it was talking about how Vlad was kind to even the little people.

"I've read that before." She said. "All it talks about is how Vlad adopted a fourteen year old boy named…Danny." She paused and took the magazine from the ghost boy. She then flipped through the pages, until she came to the article. There were pictures of a pale boy, with brown hair tied up in the back. His smiled seemed to be forced in every picture. He didn't look very happy at all.

"That's me." Danny said. "But that's not how I usually looked."

Ms. Alex stared at him in awe. This was the missing Daniel Masters.

He was dead.

"You went missing after you got kidnapped by a ghost. Maybe that's how you died." She suggested.

"No." Danny said, shaking his head. "I that's not how. I remember…falling…and it was raining. I hit…something…and something was after me…something a lot like…Icarus."

How did he know that ghost's name?

"But Icarus was a ghost. He could've been the one that kidnapped you."

Danny shook his head again.

"I didn't get kidnapped. Actually I think I was kidnapping…my own sister…She learned who I was. I wasn't Vlad's real son. He…he…just wanted me to…think that…"

The boy held his head. So many strange new thoughts were going through it. He could see Vlad, laying next to him on a hospital bed, laughing insanely. That laugh echoed through his mind, blocking out everything else.

"Hello Little Badger." A voice whispered. That name. Vlad had called him that. Over and over again. Why?

He wished that he could turn back time. He wished that he could go back to earlier that day, when he was pulling pranks and having fun again. Now he had an idea why he never had fun. He had no reason to.

"There's more to you than I though." Ms. Alex said. "I never realized that ghosts had problems like this. And I lived around them for most of my life."

"You did?" Danny asked.

"Yes. My childhood home was terribly haunted. Some were good, some were bad. Others were just there. There was one that hung around in my room. I called her Aunt May. My parents didn't always remember to check on me, and make sure I was ok. I can vaguely remember Aunt May, picking me up when I fell, and kissing my boo boos. My parents never did any of that. But everything changed when word got out about our haunted house. People came from all over, wanting to see inside. My parents decided to get rich by charging admission. And through all of this, they never saw them. But during this time, the entire atmosphere of the house changed. I was constantly anxious, just like the spirits. The bad ones started coming out more, and the good ones went into hiding. There was one in my room, who was like a shadow, that would pin me to my bed in the night. At first May would stop it, but soon she went away as well. I never liked to go home after school. There were always strange people around, and then the ghosts as well. Then the Guys in white came."

The librarian looked at the boy as he tensed up.

"I suppose you know who they are." She said. "It's good for you to fear them. If they were to find you here, they would either take you back with them for tests, or destroy you where you stand. Or float. Anyway, most of the people who came to our house couldn't see or feel the spirits. But one day, one did, and they were attacked. So they called the guys in white to have the malevolent spirit destroyed. But when they were alerted to the presence of more than one ghost in the home, they came to destroy them all. They came in with their gadgets and gizmos, poking around. I stayed in my room, hoping to protect Aunt May, but my parents made me leave. I remember looking up at my window, and seeing her face, one last time. I told my father, who looked up as well, but he said he couldn't see anything. But I knew she was there. Then she turned away, a look of fear on her face. At that moment I had to look away. I knew what was coming next." She stopped and tried to wipe stray tears from her eyes. Danny brought her a box of tissues.

"Thank you." Ms. Alex whispered, as she took the box in her hands and continued. "The house was never the same after that. The funny thing was, it seemed more alive when it was filled with the spirits of the dead, then when it was normal. All the activity that only I could feel, was gone. The house was dead. We moved soon after that. My parents were embarrassed."

The librarian then fell silent. Danny reached out to try and comfort her, but she pushed his hand away.

"You're ice cold boy." She snapped. "Why do ghosts have to be so cold?" She then looked at Danny's hurt expression.

"But I know that you're just cold on the outside. On the inside, it's like you're still human. It's like your heart still beats."

"I wish it did." The boy sighed.

Outside, Icarus looked through on of the windows. He should've followed through with taking the woman's soul. He shouldn't have stopped. But the ghost boy had seen him, and Vlad had told him to stay hidden until the last available second. Now Danny knew he was here, and knew his name. The ghost cursed under his breath. What now? He pressed his ear to the window to try and hear the conversation going on inside. After a while of listening, he smiled.

She was afraid of the guys in white.

He had already botched the mission. He might as well as a little bit of his own touch to the whole thing. And a ransack of the town sounded like fun. His sister did it all the time, but he never had a chance to. Here was his chance.

Icarus was going to have some fun…

Icarus walked into the town, looking around. There were houses here and there, a gas station, a grocery store.

It would be very easy to send the whole place into an uproar.

He walked over to a bench were two teenagers were hugging and kissing. Icarus flexed his claws, and smiled maliciously. In one swift movement, he plunged them into the chest of the male. He gave a groan and went limp. The girl pushed him back, and saw that his eyes had rolled into the back of his head. She screamed and jumped away.

"Help!" She cried, not knowing what to do. The only thing she heard was the cruel laughter of Icarus. But she couldn't see anything.

"I'd run if I were you. Tell all you want. No one's going to believe you." He hissed. The girl screamed again, and ran. Icarus let out a shrieking howl of pleasure. Now he knew why his sister enjoyed doing this. It was fun to see the fear on peoples faces. He then turned to the window of a two story house.

What was in there?

He flew over to it, and phased inside. There was a little girl with blonde hair, trying to hide under her covers. Obviously she had heard him. And most likely she could see him. Over the years he had found that most children could. It was a skill that they lost in their trivial lives as they grew older. But this one was still young enough.

"Who are you?" She trembled.

"I am Icarus. Who are you?" He sneered, walking closer. The girl shrunk away.

"M-Molly." She stammered.

"Hello Molly." The ghost said in a voice dripping with poisonous honey. "Do you know what I am?"

She shook her head.

"I'm a ghost, little girl." He replied, reaching his hand forward to gently stroke her head. Molly's eyes grew wide at the sight of the large claws.

"My mom says that ghosts don't exist."

Icarus leaned down and hissed in her ear,

"Shows how much you know."

Then he laughed insanely.

"Mommy! There's someone in my room!" She screamed. Icarus just laughed harder. There was the pounding of feet outside, and then two people, obviously the girl's mother and father came in the door way, the male holding a bat. They looked around, but saw nothing.

"I could've sworn I heard someone laughing." Said the mom. "Check the closet Lloyd."

The man nodded, and walked over to the closet, opening the doors. He poked his head inside. Icarus smiled and went over to a bare wall. Then, using his claws, he slowly ran them down the painted surface.

"Lloyd." She breathed. "L-look."

He did and his jaw dropped.

"What's going on?" He gasped. "Get Molly out of here. It's like one of those horror films."

"How can you fight something you can't see?" Icarus hissed, making the scratches deeper. Then he threw a disk at the window, shattering it. He then took the mother by the shoulders, none too gently. She yelped in pain.

"Lloyd!" She screamed. "Something's got me!"

The man could see tears in her night shirt.

"Whatever you are, leave them all alone!" He demanded.

The ghost laughed again, and threw the woman to the ground. He then grabbed Lloyd by the back of his shirt, and slammed him into a wall.

Icarus shrieked insanely, and then flew out the window.

Another place in chaos.

What else could he do?

He had to get more people out in the open. Going from house to house wasn't going to do. Then he spotted it.

A bale of hay, just ready to be set on fire. This was it. Icarus charged up an ecto blast, and fired. The dry hay immediately burst into flames.

Green flames.

He waited until there was the shriek of a siren. Large trucks were approaching in the distance. He flew up, and slashed their tires. The large vehicles had been going too fast, they couldn't stop, but they couldn't keep going either.

Icarus laughed again.

This was fun.

The people in their funny outfits got out, looking around. More ran ahead to try and get people out of their houses. The need to take more souls grew inside him, and the ghost flew forward, plunging his claws into a fireman's chest. His partners stared at him as he fell. Icarus attacked another one, and another one. Then he laughed cruelly. This was fun!

The library was a ways away from the main town. The area where the fire burned. The most that could be heard was the howl from the sirens, but nothing more.

Ms. Alex was asleep.

Danny was in the basement.

He didn't know what the sirens meant…