Part 1: Chapter 12

Saturday, April 1, 1933

Since we had the day off from school, no ghosts were nearby and Amber had the day off, me, Amber, and Mikey all walked around the city. Amity Park is very close to Berlin so it was a pretty easy walking distance.

Mikey looked at the sky uneasily. "Are you sure we're in no danger, Danny?"

I scoffed and rolled my baby blues. He's been like this ever since he found out about my powers and that ghosts were indeed real beings. "Mike, I told you this a thousand times already. If a ghost was near, my ghost sense would go off. But it hasn't, so as of now we're safe."

"That's right Babypop, quit worrying. How are you gonna be in the almighty army with fear written clear on your face?" Amber asked in a sarcastic tone.

Mikey scowled and lowered his voice. "I don't even want to be in the army."

However with my enhanced hearing I was able to detect what he said quite easily. "You don't?"

Amber turned to look at him with a confused expression, which he returned with a startled one. Finally he knew we weren't going to let off without answers so he relented. "That's right...I don't wanna be in the army."

"Why not?" Amber asked.

"I always wanted to be a scientist, but my parents think I'd be more useful on the battlefield." He lowered his eyes.

I knew exactly how he felt. It's basically what I'm going through, although I don't want to be a scientist. I always wanted to go up in space though, but everyone knows that that's impossible. Smirking, I almost laughed at the absurd thought. Maybe my imagination is getting too wild nowadays.

Wiping the amused expression off my face, I turned to him. "Mike...I'm sorry." Honestly, that is the best I got. I can't change anything, there's nothing I can do.

Amber nodded, Mikey gave us both a weak smile. "Thanks."

"Buy only at German shops!"

The three of us looked at each other in confusion. What was that?

"What was that?" Amber echoed my thought.

"Sounds like a speech or something. Come on, let's check it out." I replied and we all started running towards the next city block, to find it covered with people.

"What's going on?" Mikey whispered.

In response we inched closer in the crowd to hear better. Once we got a little more in, I recognized the man standing on what looked like a balcony. Joseph Goebbels, Nazi Propaganda Minister.

"Germans, defend yourselves against the Jewish atrocity propaganda, buy only at German shops!" He declared loudly.

To tell you the truth, the crowd actually looked disinterested. Some people in the back began to leave. Seeing as this speech was going nowhere, I pulled my two friends slowly but surely out of the cramped space.

Amber had a distant yet slightly frightened plastered on her face. I waved a hand in front of her. "Amber? You okay?"

She seemed to come back to reality, blinking rapidly, then looked at me and Mikey as if seeing us for the first time. "Huh? Yeah..yeah I'm fine."

I shrugged it off. A lot of people were getting uneasy of all this nowadays, why should she be different?

"Things are starting to get worse." Mikey whispered. I could only nod, unsure of what I could say. Thankfully Amber broke the silence.

"Hey, I know a store that sells the best cookies around. Come on, I'll take you guys there." She gave us a smile of encouragement.

"But I have no money!" Mikey protested.

"I have connections." She winked, took our hands, then led us hurriedly away down a few streets at a sprint.

When we got there we saw something that made us all gasp in shock. Two Brownshirts were guarding the enterance to the small store, their postures stiff and lips slightly pulled down in scowls.

"What are you doing here?" Amber waltzed up and demanded, they both immediately scowled further.

"We are here as part of the boycott. This shop is owned by a Jew. You shouldn't enter." The one man said.

"Is this part of an April Fools prank or something?" I asked, crossing my arms in front of my uniformed chest.

The Brownshirt's eyes narrowed. "No, and you shouldn't speak to your elders like that, boy."

"Boy?" I questioned. "Do you happen to know who I am? I am Daniel Fenton, my parents Madeline and Jack Fenton, are very close to the Chancellor, what with them being the only ghost research team and all. So I don't think that they would appreciate you being derogatory, calling me a mere 'boy', Sir." Yes, I know I sounded like a total asshole, but truthfully I wanted to scare these guys a little bit...and wanted some cookies.

The guards straightened up, fear now evident on their faces. "S-sorry, Sir." They both stammered out. I grinned. "I'm in a good mood today, so I'll forgive you. Now, move." We made our way past the Brownshirts and into the place.

"Amber! Lovely to see you!" An older man came out, looking at least mid-40's. He flipped her ponytail with his fingers, eliciting a giggle from her. "So, what can I do for you?" He asked brightly. Did he even know about the guards at the front? He must..

"I brought my two friends with me, can we have some cookies?" She pleaded. The man eyed us warily. He gulped. "S-sure. Come on, have a seat."

Me and Mikey looked at each other, and that's when it hit me. We were wearing our school uniforms, and this man is Jewish. Of course he was scared of us. We went up to the counter and retrieved our cookies, I bit into mine and from the taste I knew it was a peanut butter cookie. Peanut butter cookies were always my favorite.

"These are very delicious Sir." I smiled, hoping to ease his nerves a bit. He looked to Amber, to which she nodded encouragingly. The man relented, his lips twitched upwards, as did his mustache.

"Thank you."

"This is Danny Fenton, and Mikey Smith. We met a few days ago. They're both really nice." Amber gestured to us when she said our names.

"Glad to meet you two." The man shook our hands. "You can call me Pops." His bushy mustache trembled from what I assume was chuckling coming from him.

"You have a nice store Pops." Mikey suddenly spoke up.

He gazed around the few aisles filled with many different types of food, his eyes finally settled back on the cookie jar. "Yes, this place..she is very special to me." Were those tears forming in his eyes?

They were. Immediately a wave of pity, sadness, and guilt all tumbled through me for this man. Pity because his store is in danger from a total nutjob, sadness for what this man and other people were going to have to deal with (I'm not totally clueless, I know things will get worse), and guilt because there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it.

I had my ghost powers sure, but honestly I can't just go all superhero mode and destroy everything in sight...it'd be too much. For the surrounding innocents, and my own being. I have no idea how much power I could eject before getting burned out, and who knows what would happen to me if that did happen.


A/N: Honestly, I can't wait until Part 3 and I'm getting a little impatient, and I know you guys must be getting a little antsy, so I'll provide you with a small snipet of Part 3, in Sam's view ;)

I made my way back to my cabin, hut, dingy living quarters, whatever you choose to call it. Mosquitos nipped at my hands, quickly I smacked them. I hate this place, I hate this place with every fibre of my being. How could they treat people like this?! Oh right, because we're the Undesireables, that's right, how stupid of me. I mentally rolled my eyes.

Maybe I should've watched where I was going, because in the next second I crashed into a wall and fell on my ass. Squeezing my eyes shut, I hissed in pain. "Hey, watch it!" I bit out. I should've checked who I ran into.

When I opened my eyes only two words registered in my head. Brown. Boots. Oh no, I crashed into an officer. I'm dead. This is it. The end of my days, I fought all this time only to die for an utterly stupid mistake.

I shut my eyes again, awaiting the inevitable bullet through my head. Would I feel anything? Those I saw that got shot died instantly, so hopefully I'd feel no pain. But still, they were being killed. They had to have felt something!

Wait, shouldn't my thoughts have been cut off by now?

"So, are you going to apologize?"


Invader Johnny: Yep, Danny seems to be the only smart one there. Except for the S.D's that is.

The Writer Es: Wow, thank you ;) And surprisingly, we learned NOTHING about that in my History class. The teacher didn't even mention it.

jim89: Not to be rude, but actually it was Third Reich. Just saying in case you have to write it in a future essay or something. I'm glad the last chapter seemed interesting, I wanted to cover a topic that is usually not discussed in history classes (at least not mine, as I said to The Writer Es). Also, the first invasion happened in...1938 I believe, so this story has quite a few ways to go ;)

SamXDanny: Evil smirks can be quite unsettling...

Sakari Kateri Azrael: Thanks once again for the help :) And you speak German? Cool :) Also, I'm going to cover the Night of the Long Knives eventually, can you give me some info about that?

StopToSmellTheRoses: Thank you!

He23t: It all goes downhill from here...