Cheerin4Danny: If I put everything up now, I wouldn't get as many readers, or reviewers. Plus, I wouldn't have the satisfaction of having people beg for more. JK.Maybe it'sa pride thing. Reminds me of the "costly apparel"people in the times of the Nepites. ;) If that sounds cruel, I'm sorry, but I really want people to read it, and so only posting a little at a time is the best way. However, there are only about 7 ot 8 more chappies, so you'll have the whole story soon. And I've decided to upload one more chapter, just for you. :hug: Can you forgive me for not posting more?

LaBOBruen: You don't want to meet my evil twin...BWAHAHAHA! ahem Well, if you're only reading my evil cliffies, then of course you've actually only met the "evil" side. Of course, that's about as "evil" as I get too, but hey. shrug

On to the Story (this is one of my favorite chapters! HEE HEE HEE):

"So," Clarice asked when Danny had finished explaining, "you're sure it's these...gloves that cause you do act that way?" Danny nodded.

"Yeah," he sighed.

"They glow when he gets angry too," Jazz commented from the doorway.

"And so do his eyes," Sam agreed. "When Lancer came up to you, it was because he saw your eyes change. I thought I was imagining things, and that Lancer was just getting on your case..." Danny looked at them both his sister and best friend, surprised.

"They do?" Sam and Jazz nodded in unison. Danny sighed and looked down.

"You were quiet during my entire story, er...Knowledge," he addressed the smaller ghost. "What do you think?"

"It's a mix of technology, and don't ask me how they did it. That is something I don't know, and trust me," he added with a wink, "the more you know, the more you realize you don't know." He sighed and his demeanor became more serious, "The way they react sounds like a magnifier more than anything. If they glowed when he was placid, I would say it was a suppressor, but," he shrugged.

"Tucker, look these...magnifier thing up on your PDA," Sam said.

"Good idea," Knowledge nodded. "That way I won't leave anything out." Tucker began to type on his PDA as Knowledge continued. "The other is human technology, rather primitive actually. I would assume it's a simple adhesive, similar to super-glue."

"So I'd have to tear these off?" Danny winced. The thoughts of tearing them off with his skin did not appeal to him in the slightest.

"Actually, you're lucky," Knowledge got up and began to pace. "If they weren't stuck, and you'd taken them off, the contamination would have remained." Silence fell over the room for a few moments.

"You mean," Tucker gulped, "that he'd stay...evil." Danny winced at his wording.

"Why would someone want to give him a way out?" Sam asked. "He thinks that Vlad Plasmius sent them to him...why would he give a chance?"

"Actually," Knowledge continued to pace, "He probably just opted to keep the source strong. The contamination would have faded over time, although it would have taken years. However, if they remain on your arms, the magnifier remains. Just more probability that you remain in your... 'evil' form."

"Here," Tucker said suddenly. "I got it!" All eyes turned to him as he began to read, "Legend states that some ancient cultures made various 'religious' objects to control spirits. They rarely had a specific form, although jewelry such as bracelets and necklaces were common. Articles of clothing, while extremely difficult to produce, due to a firing in the process, were the most sought after.

"These items were viewed as avaluable commodity, as the ghost wearing a 'Suppressor' would suppress certain powers and/or feelings in the spirit. Often this was anger and violence, rendering a harmful spirit harmless." He read on silently for a moment, before looking up.

"It goes on to say that magnifiers will enhance certain emotions, and bring a ghost more power when he feels them." He glanced down, adjusting his glasses. "It's like a fine-tuner on a radio. Once it enhances an emotion, it can turn other similar feelings into that particular one. They're usually color coded too." He stood and began tapping the screen.

"Lets see, Blue is sadness, green is tranquility, orange is energy, white is luck, deep red is love, black is despair, bright red...here it is," he glanced at Danny's hands. "Yep, Anger." Danny sighed.

"Great, that's all I need."

"Oh, and it says that it magnifies ghost energies...so your powers will get...well, more powerful."

"But..." Sam interrupted, "if your anger enhances your powers, won't it build them too?" Danny shrugged, but he didn't look like he liked the prospect. "And when you're powers build, and you can't use them, they force themselves out." Danny closed his eyes and nodded.

"So it's a matter of time before I go ballistic again," he walked over to a chair, and sat down with his arms resting on his knees and his head down. "I started to loose control after about a week and a half last time...who knows when this time," he glanced up. "I can already feel them building, now that I think about it."

"Just remember," Knowledge said kindly, "You are half ghost, perhaps, but you are also half human...and each part of you will be able to manifest itself when in the other form."

"Huh?" Danny looked up, but Knowledge only smiled.

"So how do we get them off?" Tucker asked.

"I would think," Knowledge began to pace again, "that he can only take them off when he's in his Ghost form." All eyes snapped to him.

"That's not possible!" Sam stood up.

"But, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't want to take them off," Danny said. "One thing I remember from before, is I wanted more. More pain, more pleasure, more power...you name it. To give up something that 'magnifies' my powers," he shook his head, "It just won't happen."

"Wow, that sounded deep," Jazz commented. Danny glared at her for a moment.

"Danny," Sam watched him, worried, "are you alright?"

"No," he replied.

"Danny I–" She started, but Danny cut her off.

"No!" He suddenly squeezed his eyes shut, as if trying to shout out the images now coming to mind, and bolted to his feet. "How can I be okay? Ghosts are rampaging through the school, probably soon it'll be the town, and I can only watch while other people, like Valarie, fight them, because if I fight them like normal," he held up his hand, "I become ONE of them!" He began to advance on his friends, causing them to slowly back away. "Now, I know my ghost energies build up, and they feel like they've doubled what they used to be, so that gives me a matter of days before I go postal again! Then I find out that the only time I can take these off is the only time I won't do it, and to top it all off, my arch enemy is sitting in my home, waiting for me to join him in killing my father, kidnaping my mother, and taking over the world! There, have I left anything out!" Tucker and Sam were backed against the wall near the door, and Jazz had retreated into the relative safety of the specter speeder.

"Danny," Sam said slowly, "Your eyes are red." Danny only stared at them.

"So you think that that's why he sent them, this Plasmius guy?" Everyone rounded on the Clarice. She seemed to be the only one unaffected by Danny's display, as even Knowledge had backed away from him.

"He has power," Danny sighed, "and money. I'm positive I would join him."

"Are you sure you're just a 'C' student?" Jazz asked cautiously. Danny shook his head and returned to his seat, dropping his head into his hands.

"I'm sorry, guys," was all he said before silence took the room once again. Sam and Tucker exchanged glances. Sam shrugged and walked over to Danny, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Danny, it's okay. We'll find a way to beat this."

"How?" he asked, his voice muffled by his hands. Sam looked around the room for help, but noone volunteered. Danny finally looked up after several more tense and noiseless seconds.

"Sam," he adressed her, "this is worse than fighting any ghost. I haven't even had them on for a full day, and I can already feel my powers growing...and it's likethere's someone elsethere too. A voice, laughing at me for being such an idiot. As the power grows, he get's stronger and stronger...what happens when he's so loud, I can't ignore him?" He closed his eyes and swallowed. "I'm the good guy, the guy that helps people. It's like anything I've ever believed is being ripped away from me. I don't know how to fight it either!" He let his head fall back into his hands. Everyone in the room stared at his almost wilted form. Jazz couldn't remember the last time he'd spoken like that, and she was sure Tucker and Sam hadn't either. From what Sam had said, his evil ghost side had seemed a lot more organized and eloquent, so him talking like this was probably another sign of what was trying to come through. The thought scared her too much to mention. It's not like he needed to worry about that right now, on top of everything else. Finally, she walked forward. Tucker had already walked up to his best friend, and was standing there as if waiting for something.

Danny, on the other hand, didn't know how long he sat in the chair like that, before he felt another hand on his shoulder. Looking up, he saw Tucker and Jazz standing next to Sam.

"We're here for you, Danny," Tucker grinned. "And we always will be.

"Now," Jazz reached down and brought his hand up toward her face, studying the material of the wrist guard carefully. She looked down at him after a few seconds and smiled reassuringly, "how about finding another way to get those things off?" For the first time in several hours, Danny smiled back, and for the first time in what seemed like forever, he felt hopeful.