A/N: Thanks once more for the reviews! This chap has a bit of language in it, so there's another reason for it to be PG-13. Well, don't expect the 3rd chap for a while. It's gonna be way longer than either of these two. So now, I leave you to read.

Chapter 2

Danny had watched through watery eyes as the ambulance pulled up and the paramedics, after a few minutes in the gym, slowly wheeled the body back on a stretcher, white sheet obscuring it from view. He had also seen the police vehicle pull up nearby and the officers residing within go inside.
So now he sat in Mr. Lancer's office, waiting as the police officers talked to Lancer and Spectra, and soon enough, him. Questioning and suspecting, interrogating him. Spectra was no doubt telling them a few lies and then they would probably, evidence be damned, blame him anyway. That was her plan all along, right? He sat, head hung, with nothing but his thoughts and slight murmuring beyond the walls and door to keep him company. Spectra, that witch, her eyes still had a frightening gleam in them; her red hair sticking up like devil horns; her misery-induced beauty still shown without a wrinkle since the incident. Perhaps she was right. Perhaps there was so much angst that she was to be beauteous forever. Again, that had been her plan.
Nothing but his thoughts and his own misery. If only he had been faster. If only he hadn't spent so much time dealing with Spectra and Virtrent. If only Spectra hadn't ambushed him. If only Jazz was still around... Spectra didn't need to do anything, he knew it was his fault.
He mentally slapped himself. He couldn't think such thoughts. That would just be giving in to that demon with shades. It wasn't his fault at all. He would've been able to save Jazz had Spectra not grabbed hold of him. It was her fault. And he was determined to keep that statement true in his mind, no matter what she did to him. It was convincing everyone else of that fact that would prove far more challenging...
The door opened. "Daniel Fenton?" asked one of the officers in blue.
He nodded grimly. "Yeah, that's me."
"We'd like to ask you a few questions."
"Huh, imagine that..." he sarcastically muttered to himself.

Everyone was in his or her home, most already asleep by now. Danny had been released after talking to the police. The journey home was miserable as he dragged his feet and stared at the ground. Getting home was a mess, since they had already contacted his parents. They immediately began to hug the living daylights out of him while crying about Jazz. He had, thankfully, broken away from then and fled to his room, where he sat ever since. On the way, he had spotted Jazz's room. He wanted to go in, to hope that she would be sitting on her bed, reading one of her many psychology books. So that he could talk to her, knowing that she, in her wisdom, would know what he should do and feel. He sprinted into his room as soon as he felt the inevitable salty moisture form, begging to finally flow.
Danny sat in his bed, door locked so his grieving parents wouldn't barge in. The dark night sky was cloudless, revealing a bright moon. It's light illuminated a portion of the floor while the rest was covered by a dense shroud of shadow and darkness. His body, with legs hanging limply off the edge of the bed, was concealed. He silently wiped the long-held tears that spilled from his eye sockets away with a finger. He wasn't sure what to think anymore; he wasn't sure he could think anymore. His mind had been so overloaded as of late with remorse, realization, hatred, a thirst for vengeance.
Why couldn't he save her? What if he had done something different? What if he had warned her beforehand? Why her? Why the hell couldn't it have been him? He would gladly take her place if he could. Too bad he didn't have control of time... He shook his head. No sense dwelling on the past. It can't be changed. He couldn't keep running these 'if only's through his head. They would only weaken his resolve. And he knew he couldn't let Spectra win. There had to be a way to stop her. Right now, there was nothing to be done. School had been declared cancelled for the rest of the week, maybe longer depending on how long the investigators examined the crime scene. Perhaps there was some other way to go fight her...
He pushed the thought from mind as it tired him. He couldn't concentrate on much. All of this pain inside, all of this frustration and misery, it had to stay hidden. It had to, or else there would be no hope for anyone to overcome her power. Only now, locked safely inside the confines of his own room did he feel safe enough to cry. He knew that this was normal, that he needs to have time to cry and remorse, but he felt like he was being weak somehow.
He got up and stood at his bedside desk. On top, he kept a few framed pictures. A few of him, a few of his friends, a few of his family... He grabbed one that showed a dazzlingly perfect young woman, her red hair pushed back with a teal headband, blue eyes bright with insight and intellect, and a white smile grinning at him on the other side of the glass of the frame. "Jazz..." he choked out, a few more tears threatening to be released. His fingers rested on the image as if to stroke the face. "I am so sorry... So, so sorry..."
His apologies heard no response, the picture static, face just as happy with no voice to reply back with. Danny placed it back where it was and gave a small smile. He then turned and sat back on his bed, sighing and running a weary hand through his messy hair. No chance of sleep tonight...