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Let the Wind Cool Your Soul

(TJ PoV)

Flying through the air, while still relatively new to me, is something I've come to enjoy. The cool wind against your face, the air flowing through your hair. Just the feeling of being free and being able to just let go of almost all of your worries is such a calming thing. Though I wish I could forget a lot of everything that's happened in the past 4 days.

Everything seemed to be going so well and nothing could go wrong. But in the grand scheme of things I could see how that could be the equivalent of saying 'nothing could possibly go wrong'. I just don't know where it all went wrong. My life was great, a loving mom and dad who always did the best for me no matter how busy they were in their lab and a group of friends that were so close to me that we essentially were family. Especially with how often we were often over each other's places. But with how abruptly this all happened, I can only hope that if I ever see them again I can survive their justifiable wrath. I feel like what I just got out of would be better than facing them after all this.

W-wait, let's back up a bit. You're probably wondering just who the hell I am and who I'm referring to, what the flying fuck happened, and probably most importantly how I'm flying. Well it's a rather lengthy story so while I try and get myself to the only safe haven I can possibly think of I'll tell you just who I am. First and foremost my name is Tanner, Tanner Jackson, and more recently I've become like the world's resident ghost ambassador Danny Phantom, a half ghost. Though thinking back I probably should've asked him a few tips on how to control my powers when I first got them, seeing as how we used to talk about everything, but considering his normal schedule nowadays I think it was better I didn't bother him with this. Huh? How do I know him? Jeez you guys ask a lot of questions. Well here's a question for you all, what guy wouldn't know his cousin that well? Got you there didn't I? Ha...but I guess I should tell you a bit about my family tree to clear up a bit. We're related through our mom's. Madeline 'Maddie' and Tabitha 'Tabbie' Jackson. Two twin ectologist who's rivals in their field are themselves and Danny himself now. From the stories mom used to tell me about them growing up they were always fascinated by the paranormal and supernatural. I think Gran and Gramps even believed, but who'd have thought their kids would've eventually discovered a whole other world full of what was almost thought to be myth. But continuing on, growing up they were always laughed at and made fun of for their beliefs and ideas but considering their genius and how well they could kick some ass, people wised up and only said things while out of earshot. I think mom kept the school write-ups in a filing cabinet in the storage room across town too, waaayy to many to be normal. But after high school they both went to college out in Wisconsin where mom and Aunt Madd met their future husbands, and that froot loop Vlad. How those two convinced those 3 to go along with their ideas, I have no clue but from experience they do have a way of convincing others to agree with what they have to say through words and fists, so your guess is as good as mine. With my dad, Trevor 'T-Man' (a kinda stupid nickname that Uncle Jack gave dad) Hawkins, not much I can really say about his life before he met mom. Not through lack of trying, he just didn't really talk much about his past. The only thing I do know about him is that he was an orphan and because of that he was a really dedicated family man. Guy never missed a game of mine from age 6 up until-...Yeah. Though something I found cool about dad was that he had a superpower. A freakin' superpower! He could control and manipulate lightning and a bit of magnetism here and their. A cool power if you ask me and just so one that I just happen to inherit. That was an awkward 9th birthday party when I kept getting the silverware stuck to me and kept shocking my friends. He did teach me how to control it properly but we never did have actual silverware in the house for a couple years until I got it under control.

But everything was just fine and dandy until the accident that gave me my own ghost powers. Ever since then my life has been hell. From learning how to use my powers, to the occasional fight/hospital visit, to what I lovingly will now refer to as 'The Disaster', everything that could seem to go wrong almost did. It's been just under 3 weeks since that accident and just over 4 days since 'The Disaster'. Oh, you want to know what 'The Disaster' actually is? Well to be honest I don't really know myself. I'd just gotten back from a relatively normal but stressful last day of school, ya know finals and all. I walked into the house and said hey to mom and dad and went to my room to unwind and take a quick nap before calling my friends. I was out for a bit but got the rudest of awakenings from the alarm in the lab for the portal. It was so bad I nearly feel all the way into the lab from going intangible. I ran as fast as I could downstairs into the lab transforming as quickly as I realized what was kind of going on. Getting down their I saw something that made my slow heartbeat almost stop completely. On the ground with a huge sword sticking in his chest was my dad barely clinging to life, as this monstrosity of a ghost held my mom by her neck over dad. Going purely on autopilot I rushed the guy, it, whatever. What happened next was probably the most brutal beating of my life. As I lay there on the floor of the lab with a couple broken ribs, a broken arm, and a cut over my right eye and coughing up blood from what I'd assume was internal bleeding, my mom did something I never saw her do before. A wall of ice started forming between me and that behemoth, spreading from her hand over the floor. That seemed to catch it's attention as it turned to her and started walking towards her. Sometime between then and the start of me getting my ass whipped 8 days to next Sunday I could tell my dad had passed, I just couldn't see anything is his eyes, unfocused and dark. My mom yelling at me broke me from the trance I was in though. Though I wish I hadn't looked up. What I was about to witness would crush me something fierce. It was the look of a mother protecting her child to the best of her abilities but knowing there was nothing more she could do. And even though she was held up by her neck in what I know was a monstrously strong grip, I heard her next words as clear as day. "Run. Save yourself swee-"

* SNAP *

That was the last thing I heard before I felt myself flying as fast as could away from there. I flew as fast as my bruised body could take me which admittedly wasn't very fast. Couple that with coming down from an adrenaline high and the blinding pain and I was stopping every few hours due to passing out. Each time I woke up I managed to get a bit further and further before passing out but after 3 days with little food and even less sleep my energy levels were a bit less than sub optimal. So it was all I could do to just point my body in the right direction and keep pushing as far as I could. Still doing that as much as I possibly cou-

*SMACK*

(No PoV)

Running head first into anything is always rather unpleasant, but flying into a metal anything at probably 20 miles per hour and falling onto your side onto a concrete roof is just a tad bit worse.

Groaning as he rolled onto his back Tanner was just able to crack open his eyes just enough to make out a glowing green sign. As he feels himself losing consciousness again from the probable concussion and lack of energy he thinks to himself as he hears a door banging open from a few feet away,

'Huh I never did tell them about the girls did I? I hope they won't know I forgot about ..this...once...'

His thoughts trail off as a dark blue ring appears around his waist splitting along his body vertically revealing a slightly bruised mocha skinned teenage boy covered in patches of dried blood dressed in a blue t-shirt and black shorts.

As the newcomers finally reach the teen a sharp gasp is heard from one of the two females among the group of 4.

"Jazz what's up with the dramatic gasp? You know this guy?" ask the other darker skinned person around.

Instead of answering Danny spoke up.

"T-That's Tanner...our cousin..."

AN: And that ladies and gentlemen is the end of Chapter 1 of this story I've had an idea for, for a looooong while. I hope I've grabbed your attention with this and your continued reads in the future. Helpful critiques and criticism is welcome and encouraged.

Be well you magnificent readers.