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It's been a few years since I last did this. Every time I attempt it I just end up thinking about Jazz and then… I just lose all desire to even try. But I need to get this over with. I'm tired of having my hallucination of a sister nagging at me to talk about her death so I can move on with my life. I guess I'll just talk about everything. From the beginning of this mess to the where I am currently. Although I do want to get this outta the way first; I miss you big sister, I miss you every day.

About 10 months after the Disasteroid event and my big secret identity reveal I was hanging out at my place with Sam and Tucker. It had become the norm for my family to hang out with us every now and then, especially now that they knew my secret and I no longer had to hide my ghost side. On that day, everything had seemed normal; Mom had made us dinner and when Sam and Tuck had wanted to go home I offered to fly them. Like normal, Mom jokingly had said she didn't trust me and my girlfriend's judgment and wanted to drive Sam home to make sure we don't do anything "possibly devastating to our futures" or some sort of garbage similar to that.

She just wanted to make sure we weren't going at it.

I didn't really protest against the suggestion so my mom drove Sam home and I flew Tucker home. Seeing as I can fly faster than a car I got home first. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary to me. It was a regular night after a regular day. I was just going to go inside play Doom or watch cartoons with my sister for about an hour before heading to sleep. We probably would have talked with Mom and Dad about their latest projects during the commercial breaks. But that's not what happened.

And every day I wish that something else had happened instead of this.

Upon opening the door all I could see was a sea of white with specks of black and green. It took me a minute, but after focusing I saw that my home was flooded with men in the Guys in White attire aiming ghost harming weapons at me. Across the room I saw my father (being held back by multiple agents [maybe four or five]) and my sister being held captive with very real, and very deadly, human hurting guns pointed at their heads.

"Mr. Daniel James Fenton, we'd appreciate it if you would hand yourself over for experimentation. No one has to get hurt." Said the agent holding onto Jazz.

"Danny!" she screamed struggling against the agent's firm grip, "Danny, don't do it!"

"Danny boy, don't let these creeps in white take you! They have no right or authority! You're human son! You have rights!" Dad yelled struggling with less gusto; he was obviously more intimidated by the cold steel against his temple than my sister was. Maybe she hadn't realized the severity of the situation.

But I had; I didn't say anything, I couldn't say anything.

Jazz struggled against the agents grip harder, "Danny, get out of here! They won't hurt us but they'll hurt you! Run!" the agent holding her smacked her across her head and hissed a quiet "Shut up," that I would not have heard if I didn't have super hearing.

One of the agents closer to me started to charge his gun, "We won't hesitate to use force Mr. Fenton. Hand yourself over and your family will be released."

I looked at the agent, sizing him up, and looked back at my family. I realized that even if we could miraculously get out of this situation, they'd just keep coming back and keep trying.

For my family and for my friends I'd either have to constantly fight these bastards or give up myself for them. Under the pressure of my father and sister having guns pressed against their skulls I turned to tell them to take me.

But as I opened my mouth I heard Jazz scream and turned just in time to see her break out of her agent's grip. The agent, startled by her sudden movement and loud noise, pulled the trigger. Her body convulsed as the bullet tore through her torso and another gunshot echoed through the house.

The other agent holding my father had panicked as well but his gun had been against my father's skull.

There laid Jazz's body shaking on the floor and Dad's brains blown out. All I could do was stare in shock as tears ran down my face.

I remember feeling rage unlike anything else I've ever felt before. All I could see was red.

Then darkness overtook me.

I awoke outside a burning Fenton Works. As I came to my senses I realized that I was lying next to a red truck that had a dent in the side that looked as though I had rammed into it. I groaned and tried to sit up, as I looked down at my hands I saw them stained red, feeling sticky. I began to panic as I stared at my hands, I looked up at the burning house and tears filled my eyes. I remember desperately wishing that it was all just a dream. Wishing I'd just wake up.

Wishing that Clockwork would show up and make everything the way it needs to be.

I got up quickly and stumbled over to what remained of the front of my house. Panic filled me as my memories came back to me. Jazz. I have to get to Jazz, there's a chance she isn't dead yet. I could still save her! As I was reaching for the door knob my ghost sense went off right before a weak voice called my name, "Danny?"

I couldn't move. No, no no no no no. I mentally screamed. I knew that voice. I knew that voice. I knew that voice. Interacting with that voice nearly every day… God no.

Ever so slowly I began to turn my head towards where the voice was heard, tears filling my eyes and spilling down my cheeks.

There she was. My older sister floating there; skin tainted green, eyes glowing red, and her same fiery red hair curling around her body.

"Danny?" She asked again, her tone becoming less soft and more angst.

I managed to choke out her name, "Jazz…" I couldn't stay here. I had to get into the burning building and save anyone who was still alive. I forced myself to look away from her floating form and concentrate on getting back into the building.

"Danny, wait! Don't-" Jazz began to warn.

Her warning was too late, the door was already open, and my left foot was already in the doorway. The walls and floors were soaked in blood and torn up, white suited bodies, littered the living room. My throat choked up and my breath stopped in my throat. I couldn't have. No! Not me! I'm the good guy-

I'm supposed to be the hero.

I fell back, out of the building and onto the sidewalk trying to scramble as far away from there as possible. I had killed people.

I'd killed a lot of people.

And I didn't even remember it.

I began to breath heavily as my hands grew colder than they'd ever been before. I don't know how long I sat there freaking out, but I don't think it could have been that long. Jazz approached me, "Danny," she whispered.

"Danny, you can't stay here. You need to run."

"I can't," I replied.

"You will. The GIW will never stop chasing you now."

"I-I didn't mean to do it," I looked at her with tears flowing freely, "I killed them Jazz! I-I'm a monster!"

She was silent for a moment, "What you did was wrong, there's no denying that." She then grabbed my chin and forced me to look her in the face, "But what they did was just as wrong. You need to get outta here baby brother. You need to run. I don't want to see these creeps get you."

I sniffed and nodded just before I stood at my full height.

"Danny, I want you to promise me something."

"Yes Jazz?"

"Promise me you won't kill yourself or do something equally stupid."

"Jazz…" I whispered reluctantly. I didn't want to promise that. Because I wanted to do exactly that. I wanted to pay for what I had done. I wanted to die.

"Promise me Danny, that's all I want."

"I promise," I whispered sealing my fate.

Just before I ran.

A.N.: Next time on Afterwards we will finally get back to what YOU'RE doing and what's going on with the library because I know that it's those parts that really make people want to read more of this. (I don't really know, totally guessing). Let me know about what you think about this particular development. Any plot holes, any theories blah blah blah. Sorry it took so long and I hope to get another chapter out before the end of April. Thanks for all the favorites, follows and reviews! PEACE!