"Lord of the Flies, Daniel. Just what have you gotten yourself into?" Lancer was looking at that list of his once more, and he wasn't getting anywhere. He'd thought talking to Danny the day before would help him solve this mystery, but it hadn't really helped him much.

-Constantly running out of class

-Shows up with mysterious injuries

-Light flash after running out

-Green eyes(?)

-Connected to Phantom

-Same injuries(?)

-Gets into fights of some sort

Lancer couldn't shake the feeling that what he was looking for was practically blinding him by this point, lighting up nearly as bright as the infamous FentonWorks sign, but he still couldn't find his answer. Something huge was eluding his sight, and it was bugging him to no end. He knew Danny wasn't going to give him any more answers, so he was on his own to solve this.

He looked out his window minutes after third period started, the first of his two free periods, and saw Danny Phantom once more flying through the skies in his latest ghost fight.

Ghost fighting. The Fenton elders were well known for their ghost hunting. Was it possible that Danny fought the specters as well? Lancer had always assumed Danny ran for the hills as soon as a ghost fight started, but was it possible the boy was helping from the sidelines? He always did seem to make a run for it right before Phantom appeared...and come to think of it, hadn't he seen Danny single handedly fighting off that Box Ghost once or twice?

That had to be it. The boy was ghost fighting. It did explain where he was running off to all the time, the fights Danny had specifically avoided mentioning, and the injuries. But why couldn't he have just told the teacher that? And that certainly didn't clear up everything on his list of oddities. Sure, Lancer could have accepted one or two extra pieces of information, but four? No, there was something else Lancer was missing.

"Damn it, Danny. What hell are you hiding?" Lancer usually wouldn't curse, preferring to use book titles instead knowing full and well that was the only reason half his students ever knew any book titles, but in this case he couldn't help himself. The answer was right in front of his face, but it still eluded him and he was frustrated beyond measure. Yes, he liked a good mystery, but there was nothing worse to him than realizing he'd missed something huge when the answer finally came out.

Screw it. This was only frustrating him and if he didn't take a break, he'd never get any farther with it, much less actually manage to teach his classes. He'd stop worrying about it for today, enjoy a nice classic novel tonight, and then hit this case with everything he had tomorrow.

Lancer was going to figure Danny out tomorrow, and may hell be merciful to anyone who got in his way.

I could have finished this yesterday, but I got distracted... Why is it that I can focus on everything except the few things I enjoy? o_O

Comments and feedback are as welcome as always! :D

Invisible One