(Sam's POV)

When I walked out of final class that day (English urgh, can Mr Lancer get any more repetitive?), I honestly wasn't expecting what I saw. I walked out in my usual fashion, as slowly as possible to avoid everyone else's rush, but I still managed to walk into someone standing directly outside the classroom door.

I don't know what I was expecting, probably some jock beating up a less sports motivated student. It's usually some freshman in the wrong place at the wrong time, sometimes Danny may get involved (his hero complex means that he thinks that he has to) though usually he is the one who ends up worse for wear while the original victim escapes.

I gently tried to force my way through the crowd as there seemed to be nothing as exciting as a physical fight occurring though nobody seemed to be leaving, I was curious.

I finally managed to get far enough into the crowd to be able to see. The first thing I saw was Dash's limp form on the ground. I couldn't believe it. Who would be strong enough to do that to someone like Dash? Was there some sort of fight within the usually close-knit jock group? It seemed so improbable, though not as improbable as it being caused by the only other person who I believed would have the strength to do that to Dash.

Danny.

But that was impossible.

Wasn't it?

I knew he'd been going through problems lately, what with the lack of powers and all, but that seemed to be improving as Tucker and I took over so that he could finally get some rest. Even so there was no denying that his personality has changed slightly. He was now a lot more temperamental and seemed honestly ready to kill anyone who bothered him slowly and painfully. I'd seen him eyeing up Dash before as if he wasn't human. To him, it seemed, Dash was prey, if the feral, hungry look in his eyes was anything to go by. Though I managed to snap him out of it before anything happened.

Trying to deny my worst fears, I turned by gaze upwards, towards the cause of Dash's unfortunate 'incident'.

My worst fears were realised.

I could even see the red that seemed to flash across his fierce gaze, before it vanished as quickly as it came. The chill it sent down my spine reminded me of someone I had seen before.

I moved forward to speak to him, my mouth opening in astonishment. He saw, and ran.

Then I realised who he reminded me of…

Dan.

I know this was short, and doesn't give away anything at all. I just wanted to draw out the suspense, I was talking to my friend at school this morning and I told him what I wanted to do. He said I was cruel, but I did it anyway.

The next chapter may be from Tucker's point of view or I may continue, what do you think?

Thanks again to all new readers, I'll see you soon,

This is Hammy signing out, Bai!