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Slade was surprised, to say the least. He knew the moment he decided to hack into the Teen Titans computer that he would discover some secrets about the team, but he certainly did not expect the young heroes to find out what he had been looking for these past few months: information on the elusive Phantom.

To think that a powerful ghost that had the G.I.W. in a frenzy would in reality be a teenage runaway? Well, all the more reason to use him. He had been slightly worried that he would have been dealing with an ancient ghost, since studies showed that the more powerful ghost is, the older. But this one was fourteen; younger than Robin.

And with Robin to be his new apprentice, he would have all the power he needed to get what he wanted. It was very convenient that Robin was currently stealing for him under the alias of Red X; he was practically digging himself a hole to be trapped in unless he becomes his apprentice. So easy to corrupt a young mind.

Now all he had to do was put those tools he stole from the G.I.W. to good use.

Danny walked down the street, his usual apathetic mask slipping and showed his inner turmoil. He had all his things packed, and he was ready to leave whenever. However, the Guys in White's visit troubled him.

He knew he left behind a few responsibilities when he ran away after they died. Okay, make that a lot of responsibilities. His parents entire company and inheritance was left to him, and he just walked away from it. He took precautions of course. Turning off and tightly locking the portal. Destroying all inventions, complete and in-progress. He stowed all the blueprints in a safe place, however.

For the Guys in White, the Fenton's demise couldn't have come sooner, which left Danny with murderous thoughts. The Fenton's included him, so why would they be looking for him? That could mean only two things: they needed something from him, most likely access to the portal or blueprints, or someone was paying them to find him. Most likely Vlad would be the employer, but they worked for the government...could he even buy out a government agency? Knowing him, he probably could. Pompous, rich bastard.

The memory of Vlad, worn ragged by time and the loss of half his essence, paraded unwanted in his mind. Danny quickly shut out the pitiful memory, and continued to march down the street. He was headed to the grocery store, to pick up some food and materials. She was probably strong enough to do it by now, but he needed an excuse to be outside. Sometimes a breath of fresh air was just what he needed to clear his head and think rationally.

He was passing an alley when he stopped. A noise, eerily familiar, was coming from inside the alley. He listened a little harder, using his ghost-enhanced hearing. He was just about to leave when he recognized the sound.

"Woah!" he shouted as he dodged the ectoblast. The sound he had heard was the very quiet sound an ectogun made when it was warming up. And he was stupid enough to stop and listen.

His legs tensed up, looking for the shooter. He saw what could have been a person, but the way it moved made it seem kind of...heavy and hollow. A robot maybe? Danny glared.

"What the hell man?!" he shouted, trying to look the part of a hysterical teen. The robotish man didn't answer, but he did raise another device, which let out a red colored mist. He tried moving out of the alley and he covered his nose, but as soon as he felt the cool vapor touch his skin, he fell to the floor, gasping in agony. He was on fire!

He wrenched his head to look at his bare ankle which he was sure was covered in flames, only to find it looking normal, except a faint red glow. He felt the mist travel around his body and his face fell to the ground, his mouth open in a silent scream while his body twitched in pain.

When Danny felt the mist go into his mouth, he thought 'this is what acid must taste like'.

He spent a few more agonizing seconds in pain, watching as the robot man knelt down beside him. He passed out right before he saw the man's hand reach toward his face.

This is more of a preview than an actual chapter. I know, since it's actually only a page and a half long.

The reason for my belated update was because of personal problems, laziness, and a really fucked up writers block that's been wringing by neck about this story. I have a pretty good idea of how I want the story to go down, but if you have any suggestions, please tell me.

I hope to bring about another chapter as soon as possible, because this measly short preview is a real blow to my ego. And probably to those who are still following this story.

Until next time.