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I'm sorry it's taken me so long to update! School got a little hectic but I've done most of my assignments now so I'm taking a break to give you guys this little chapter. Hope you enjoy it :) Sorry it's so short _

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-Louise

The hunter floated through the eerie green, his eyes narrowed and his hands tightly curled into fists. His memory took him down the invisible road to his island, a route he'd taken so many times he didn't have to think at all about the journey as he flew.

As it was, his headspace was consumed by a single, murderous thought.

The ghost child is going to die.

His battle with the halfa had almost killed him – the explosion ripping his limbs from his body and completely destroying his suit. He'd waited in the Fenton's lab for days, feeling his ghostly self reform. Usually he could heal from injuries in a heartbeat – excuse the pun – but this time it had been slow and it had been painful.

And it was the ghost boy's fault. He'd go after the human buffoon, but he was already dead. The hunter took some comfort in knowing the boy was probably blaming himself for that, but it wasn't enough.

He finally arrived home, and he breathed in the scent of it. It smelt of life and death – of the thrill of the chase and the bloody end. The hunter smiled, slow and menacingly, and headed into a canopy of trees. He had one purpose for returning here now instead of going after the ghost child directly. No, he wasn't stupid enough to try that a second time. He didn't even know where to look.

This time the hunter was going to make sure the ghost boy met his end – permanently.

When he finally reached the place he was searching for, the hunter came to a halt. In front of him was a giant stone pillar, shooting straight into the sky. Eyes glinting, he pressed his palm against it and closed his eyes. It began to glow, and the hunter heard the call loud and clear in his own ears as he knew the others would.

Skulker cast his eyes to the glowing green sky, his teeth bared in a fierce grin.

The Four would come, and together they would destroy Danny Phantom once and for all.

Raven's calm was almost always interrupted – by Beast Boy, by the alarm, by the loud rock music Robin liked to play. By Starfire wanting to go shopping, by Cyborg asking her what she wanted for dinner. All of those were expected, living in a house of five.

This time, the interruption was completely unknown. A flood of emotions roared through her; searing, intense emotion that shocked her out of her meditative state and dragged her out of the air. She clutched at her head as books flew off their shelves and the lights in her room shattered and went out, trying to get a hold of herself.

A thought cut through the haze, clear as a bell. It was not her own, but the voice of a boy. Terrified and tormented, it screamed agony. Why?

Raven's mind was attacked by a torrent of memories – places, people, loves, hates. Grief, happiness. Failures, success. She felt it all and saw it all, and she couldn't not stop it.

Raven ground out a spell between her teeth, closing her mind to the barrage of feelings and thoughts and lying on the floor of her bedroom, sucking in deep breath after deep breath.

"What the hell was that?" She whispered, not quite trusting herself to stand up. She grappled for something to hold onto, finding the corner of her vanity dresser and managing to pull herself up. Her thoughts swirled, entwined with the ones that had slammed through her carefully-constructed mental barriers as if they were made of rice paper.

Ghost boy whelp spooks! Out of my house evil molecule by molecule don't have feelings family gone all dead run away no home Jack Maddie Jazz Sam Tucker –

Raven's mirror cracked and she jumped back in fright. Calm down, Raven. Azerath... Metrion... Zinthos... deep breaths... Smoothing over her face and pulling her hood down over her head, Raven phased out of her room and floated down the hall. One thought dominated all others, becoming a new mantra to keep her focused as she hit the button on the elevator.

Who is Danny Fenton?

Robin frowned, staring incomprehensively at the readings flashing on the monitor before him. Cyborg was busy studying the boy's breathing pattern, trying to come up with a logical explanation for why the boy's heart refused to beat yet his lungs pumped air like a normal human being.

So far, they'd come up with nothing.

"There's no such thing as ghosts," Cyborg announced, "so my only other guess is that he's some kind of freakish metahuman."

"Of course he's some kind of freakish metahuman, Cy," Robin replied, "You think normal humans can phase through solid objects like that?"

"Point. Still man, this is weird. He's flat lining and there's no pulse, but his thought pattern is normal and he's breathing. What's wrong with this picture?" Cyborg shook his head, keying in a code on the keyboard and shutting the examination down.

"He says he's a ghost. What's wrong with that picture?"

"I'm not sayin' I'm buying into it, but we have seen freakier." Cyborg pointed out, "Why don't we just get Raven to do a mind-scan and we'll have our answers?"

"Because Raven already did a mind-scan, no matter how unintentional." A voice deadpanned as the door swung open, Raven sweeping into the room and pulling off her hood. She honed in on the unconscious boy on the bed, eyes narrowing. "Someone tell me what happened before my patience completely runs out, please."

"Kid woke up and went a little... crazy." Cyborg said with a shrug. "Started phasing through stuff and screaming about ghosts."

"What?" Raven frowned. Robin quickly filled her in on the whole story, and when he was finished she nodded slowly. "That would explain why I picked up on his emotions – they were too panicked and loud."

"What did you find?"

Raven closed her eyes. "His thoughts were erratic. It was hard to pick up anything really specific. However, I did get a name – maybe his. Danny Fenton."

Robin snapped his fingers. "I know that name. Cyborg, it was on the news the other night, wasn't it? A teenager and his father were murdered."

"Yeah, in Amity Park, right? Cyborg nodded, "Fenton was the last name – they showed the house; big neon thing with Fenton Works glowing out the front. Daniel Fenton was definitely the kid."

All three pairs of eyes locked on the white-haired boy. "Does he fit the description?" Raven asked quietly.

"I'll do a search and find out." Cyborg replied. "If he does..."

"Let's not jump to any conclusions." Robin cut in, "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. For now, we'll have to monitor him in shifts."

"I'll take the first one." Raven volunteered.

Robin nodded. "Okay, someone will switch you out in a few hours, if he doesn't wake up before then. Thanks, Raven."

"Don't mention it." Raven drawled, levitating into the air and crossing her legs. Cyborg and Robin filed out, leaving her alone with thoughts that weren't entirely her own and a troubled young teen who might actually just be the ghost of one.

Raven took a deep, calming breath, and closed her eyes.

"Azerath... Metrion... Zinthos..."