*Okay- I'll say this again because someone didn't get the memo or just didn't read the giant warning label staring them in the face: This is basically centered around an OC with a screwed-up history. Themes of drugs, suicide and death are pretty much the main focus AND this story is told in first person by an OC. If you do not like any of this- the answer is simple: Don't read the friggin' story. I could give less of a shit if you don't like it and think it's terrible because it's 'piggybacking off an established work'- you know who you are. It's your own fault because I warned you and you ignored the warning. I'm sticking to this style and theme until the story is done. Thank you to those who are still interested in the story, I appreciate your support.*

I went to check on my dad the next day after school. I opened the door and dropped my bag on the floor, "Dad, I'm home!" I announced.

My dad quickly came downstairs and greeted me, "How are you doing? The Fentons are treating you well, right?"

"No- yeah- the Fentons are fine." I nodded, "I um… I wanted to talk to you about something…"

"Well- come on, I was about to go outside for a cigarette." He pat the back of my shoulder and led me outside. He sat down on the curb and pat the spot next to him.

As I sat down next to him, he handed me a cigarette, "Want one?"

"Please." I took it and let him light it for me. I took a deep breath.

"So what's this about?" he finally asked, "You finally coming out of the closet?"

I slapped him upside the head, "No- this is serious…" I growled, "So I met this other ghost yesterday, and he-"

"So you are coming out of the closet."

"Dad, I swear, if you imply that I'm gay again-" I started.

"Okay- okay- continue." He chuckled.

I rolled my eyes, "This guy's after Danny for some reason." I said, "And he wants me to turn Danny over to him."

"So?" he took a deep breath from his cigarette, "Don't to it."

"Well- that's the thing…" I sighed, blowing out a puff of smoke, "It's either that, or he'll turn the both of us in to the police." I said, "Since I've always had the ability, but I never turned you in- that makes me an accomplice." I said.

He was silent for a while, "Well don't do that either…" he said, "Let me clarify this first: you're a minor, the police would understand if you were just scared that you didn't have any place to go if I were taken away from you. Someone needs to watch you, and you didn't want it to be a bunch of people you don't know." He explained, "Well, you have people you can trust now. You've been under their care for the past couple of weeks. I…" he sighed, "You'd still be taken care of if I were finally arrested." He looked me in the eyes, "Don't back-stab one of the few friends you have."

I nodded.

He took a deep breath, he'd been ignoring his cigarette for a while now, "Turn me in. You're just a kid- you've done nothing wrong." He said, "It'll be best for everyone anyways…" he sighed and just put out his cigarette. "You're not an accomplice, you're just my son." He finally said.

"Dad, I-"

"Stop." He looked at me, "It's for your own good and it's for my own good." he confessed, "I need help. My hands have been shaking nonstop for the past several months. At this rate, I'm going to end up killing myself, and I can't stand the thought of you being an orphan." He brushed my hair back, "It's gotta be stopped before it claims me, like it claimed your mother…" he just stared at me for a moment, then he hugged me and cried into my shoulder. I tried breaking out of it, but he was too strong. I felt my eyes heat up and tears form in my eyes, "D-Dad…?"

He left me go, "The hugs- I know…" he wiped his eyes, "You look just like her."

I wiped my eyes.

He sighed, "Have him turn me in. Explain that you're not an accomplice. Don't let him use you to get to your friend."

I nodded. "Okay, Dad…" I sighed, taking in another puff from my cigarette.

He started laughing, "Must've stressed you out- you're almost done with your cigarette."

"Well- of course I'm gonna be stressed out. This guy managed to use my own gasses against me."

My dad gave me a blank look.

"And they affected me."

"Wow." He gave me a concerned look, then he smirked, "Finally get a taste of your own medicine, huh?"

I glared at him and put out my cigarette, "Fuck you." I growled, "But yeah… I guess." I sighed, "I should get back to the Fentons'… They don't want me here for too long." I said.

He nodded, "I understand." He said and stood up, "Well- I love you, Hazel."

I stood up next to him, "Love you too." I readjusted my bag. "So… um…"

"Do what you think is best." He said. "I trust your judgement."

I sighed and looked down, "Alright." I nodded, "I'll- uh… see you around, I guess."

He nodded, "See you around, Haze…" he said sadly and walked inside.

I was quiet all through dinner that night. They knew something was wrong with me, I just apparently had that look about me that made them scared to ask. But I spoke on my own, "Who the fuck is Vlad Masters, by the way?"

Half of the family dropped their silverware or began coughing. Apparently this guy was a bad subject to the family.

"W-why do you ask?" Maddie asked, she seemed a bit disgusted.

"That Vlad Masters was a college friend of mine and Maddie's." Jack said proudly.

"He's had this crush on Mom since." Jazz said distastefully.

"Now- Jazz- you don't know that."

"Yeah, we do, Mom." Jazz argued, "He's tried using me and Danny against you and Dad."

"He would never do such a thing." Jack frowned.

The two siblings looked up at their dad with a look that begged to differ. Jack shrunk and continued eating.

"The guy's insane. Some ridiculous 'Fruit Loop' if you ask me…" Danny grumbled. Obviously there was a conflict between him and Vlad. Made sense. Why else would Masters be hunting the kid?

"But- Hazel… why do you ask?" Maddie asked again, ignoring Danny's statement.

"He threatened me before I was attacked by Acid yesterday." I explained, "He wanted to turn in me and my dad to the police." I said, "If I didn't…" I paused, I wasn't sure if I should tell them. Yes, it is involving Danny, but I didn't want them to distrust me only because I was given the option.

"If you didn't… what?" Danny asked me. I had his attention now. He looked straight at me.

"He wanted me to… bring you to him…" I barely uttered.

"He what?! Why would he need to negotiate that with you?" Maddie asked out of outrage.

The siblings remained silent. Obviously they knew something their parents didn't know- so I wasn't going to pry. The family grew silent, I was able to see Jack fuming. The rest of the family looked hurt, like I was considering handing over Danny.

"Y-you're not gonna do it, are you?" Jazz asked, her big blue eyes watering up.

"N-no! I'm-" I stammered, then got up from the table and ran out of the house, ducking into an alley and flying off as quick as I could. I was still unsure of even turning in my dad. I didn't want to risk never seeing him again. But I couldn't betray Danny and his family after all they've done for me. I sat at the top of a building and thought for a long time. Dad… wanted me to turn him in. It was as simple as that. But why did I have a hard time letting that be my choice. I swear I must've sat there for the longest time. Long enough for the sky to turn black and for me to be more noticeable. I heard someone screaming suddenly. I looked down to see if I should even bother. I immediately hopped off the top of the building and flew down. The one who screamed was the new girl from class, Bleu. I scooped her up and carried her away from what looked like to be a gang group. "Hold your breath." I said, her face was a little too close to the flames. Once I got to the rooftop, I set her down so she could breathe, "Are you okay?" I asked.

She looked at me in fear, then realized that I just saved her, "W-who are you?"

"Uh…" I checked over the rooftop, "They call me Acid." I said, looking for the gang, but it looked as though they ran off, not expecting a green comet to swoop down and grab the girl they were after.

"Acid?" she asked, "Why's that?"

"You don't wanna find out. Trust me." I said. My back started to feel uncomfortable, "Look- miss, you should go home." I ushered, "Things are about to get ugly."

"O-okay… thank you for your help back there…" she squeaked.

Suddenly I was tackled by another ghost. You guessed it- Ding, ding, ding! Danny saw everything, but didn't see the gang, so he thought I just swooped down and yanked Bleu off the street. So he was pretty pissed. He wore a gas mask this time, which was smart on his end. But it was okay, I didn't want to give Danny nightmares again, "Now you're attacking people!?" he growled and threw an ice crystal at my head, hitting me hard enough I heard a crack. The lucky part- which made no sense, if I get hit in the head in my ghost form, I can't feel it. But when I go back to my human form, it hurts like a bitch. I grew fully aware of the migraine I was in for and went into a blind rage. As he flew at me, I punched him so hard, his gas mask cracked and he crashed onto the ground. As he tried getting back up, I threw large bone shards at him, they were about the size of a good-sized pocket knife or a steak knife. The first one hit him in his leg. More like his thigh, so he fell back to the ground, shouting in pain. He tried sitting up, so I threw another one and hit his shoulder, making him fall back and scream. He glared at me and readied another plasma attack, in which I responded by throwing one more into the middle of his hand, pinning it to the ground.

I remembered doing this clearly. And I'm not proud of it. I was just so pissed that I had forgotten who I was fighting. I prepared another attack, making the bone piece much bigger this time. It was almost the size of a sword by the time I realized what I had done. Danny stared up at me in fear. I dropped the attack and drove the bone spire halfway into the ground, barely missing his side. I grew terrified, realizing that I was aiming for his chest. I was aiming to kill. My heart began pounding… I was about to kill Danny…

I teleported and hid behind a van elsewhere behind him, changing back to my human form and going invisible so no one knew I was there. I watched him struggle. I wanted to help him, but it was bad timing. He dug in his pocket with his free, left hand, "J-Jazz… I need help… y-yeah. It was Acid again. No- Sam and Tucker went to check on Hazel… I'm by myself right now… No- I can't go anywhere, I'm stuck." He groaned loudly, "Just hurry!"

I stayed hidden. Long enough to see Jazz run up to him and panic. He tried pulling the bone knives out of his shoulder and leg, but was quickly told not to by Jazz.

"Why!?" he growled.

"You'll only bleed faster." She said and tried pulling out the bone pinning his hand to the ground, but stopped after he screamed and the bone was going nowhere. She sighed, "Let me call Sam and Tucker, I'm gonna need help." She pulled out her phone, "Should I call Mom and Dad?"

"No…" he groaned and twisted to his right, "Leave them out of this."

She sank and held the phone to her ear. "Sam? Yeah- we need help. Danny got hurt… yeah, it was Acid again… look- if Hazel doesn't want us around then we'll just leave him alone like he wants!" she snapped, causing even me to flinch. It hurt to hear her say that. "Danny needs help now, just come back. We're…" she looked around, "We're next to the billboard with all the graffiti on it… okay… see you in a bit."

It wasn't long until Sam and Tucker met with Jazz and Danny. Tucker and Jazz stood over Danny and pulled on the bone at the same time, one even had to hold his arm down so it wouldn't come up with the bone knife. Sam held Danny's other hand tightly.

"He- he was going to kill me this time…" Danny whimpered. They had such a hard time with his hand that he had begun crying out of pain.

"Three, two, one!" Jazz and Tucker counted down together and yanked on the bone. I couldn't bear the scream the followed. They got the bone out, thank goodness, but now Danny had a hole in the middle of his right hand now, maybe about the width of two or three pencils… I shook my head and looked away. I changed forms, but stayed invisible, and flew back to my dad's apartment and stayed upstairs. My dad wasn't home, I knew this. He was working graveyard at the gas station, which… I dunno- works? My dad didn't stay very long at Nasty Burger.

I can't remember the rest of the night very clearly. I blinked after changing forms and suddenly I was holding a bone spire the same size as the one I almost killed Danny with. I blinked again and had the point aimed at my stomach. My vision faded in and out and suddenly I was on my hands and knees coughing violently, blood spattered on the carpeting. My body grew quickly numb as I glanced at the spire sticking out of my stomach. After that, I blacked out.

*So it had been called to my attention that I used the word 'Hermaphrodite' thinking it meant one thing, but not realizing it meant something else that was inaccurate. Hazel is a guy that looks like a girl, yes, but he's not a hermaphrodite. And the same applies to Bleu, the girl who looks like a guy. Just thought I should clarify that. But uh… this one got a little intense. But I warned about this kind of stuff. Thanks for reading!*