Look! I'm updating again! I'm still kinda mad at myself for not updating in forever. Sorry. At least this is a quick update.

One thing: When I am describing Rayna's room, I am basically describing my own room. Just for fun.

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way2beme: Actually, I don't really know who or what the therapist really is Maybe it's a ghost I made up. I'm not all that sure, and he's not in this chapter, anyway. We'll all find out soon enough. Thanks for reviewing! You and Ami M. Mercury are really the only ones who review anymore.

Disclaimer: Nothing's mine unless you don't recognize it. Like Rayna. She's mine. And so are her parents, and the ghosts that aren't and won't be in the series. I love inventing ghosts!

Here's Chapter Five.


"Hey, Dad. I'm home," I said in a monotone. He got out of the armchair and smiled at me. "Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" he asked me like I was five. I felt sick.

"I guess so. He kept making me use my powers, though."

"He?"

"Yes. He. You didn't even know who my doctor was?"

"Of course I did. But they informed me at the office that they only had one therapist. A female therapist."

My eyes grew wide. Who had I talked to, then? "Um... are you sure? I mean, his name was even on the building. It's not like he snuck in there and donned on a business outfit," I tried to explain. One, because I thought that the idea was a little crazy. And two, to keep myself from feeling too scared. "At least I only have to see him once a week," I grumbled.

"So, what do you wanna do?" Mom asked. I shrugged my shoulder and said "I dunno. I gotta finish unpacking," I suggested. Mostly, I just wanted to be left alone. "Fine, go ahead. We'll call you when dinner's ready," Mom said.

I floated up to my room in a kind of daze. I guess that I was tired. But I really needed to unpack. That was my first priority.

My bedroom door was open slightly and I looked in. Nothing out of the usual. I floated in and stared at the boxes. All but a few were upturned. I was afraid that while I was cleaning, I might find something living in all of my junk. Ew. I shivered. I hate surprises like that.

I opened up the intact boxes. Some clothes, a poster, and a lot of my CDs. I let the contents float, kind of spreading out, that way I could sort it better.

I noticed that my dresser had been brought up, so I willed one of the drawers to open and placed my clothes inside. The poster unfolded and I saw that it was my The Nightmare Before Christmas poster. I hung it by my mattress. Where were my other posters?

The CDs got stacked in a neat row by my CD player. There, one box done. I discarded in into a corner of my room. The box under it was also unopened.

All of my decorative stuff. I had mobiles and mesh scarves and paper lanterns and wind socks and chains of fake flowers and ivy. I willed it all to lift, then spun it around my room in a few swift gestures. The gestures were unnecessary, but I liked to do them, anyway.

Each landed or hung itself in the places I chose for it, and made my room look eccentric. I love that word. And the feeling.

The second box was empty, so I packed it neatly into the other box. Now, for the opened ones. What fun. I opened several other drawers and placed all of my other clothes into it. This took care of a few boxes. Where are my posters?

I found them in a box that had most of my notebooks. Lovely. They are gonna be all squished. I unraveled one, and saw that it was my Edward Scissorhands poster. I love that one! I hung it across from my bed, above one of my cabinets.

Then my A Series of Unfortunate Events, The Lord of the Rings, and my Captain Jack Sparrow poster. I found places for all of them. I made room for my notebooks on my book shelf and found that I had five boxes finished. I never would've been able to do them that quickly without my powers. I was thankful for them.

"Hey Rayna! Someone's here to see you!" Dad called up. I rushed down the hall to see Sam. She was standing slightly awkwardly under my parents' gaze. "Mom, Dad, this is Sam. One of my friends," I said, slightly emphasizing the word 'friends.'

"Nice to meet you, Sam," Mom said politely. "Okay, Sam. Come on," I said, leading her up the stairs. "Do your parents hate me?" she asked me when we got to my room. "Nah. Just... I dunno." I confessed. "What do you mean? You can tap into peoples minds!"

"Yeah, but I'm not allowed to do that to my parents. One of my rules."

"Bummer. So... how was therapy?"

"A waste of time. And now Dad doesn't trust my therapist. Says he didn't know he existed."

"Ooo...kay?"

"I have the wrong therapist, basically."

"Ah,"

Awkward silence. I watched Sam as she looked around at my messy room. "Awesome room," she commented. "Thanks. I like yours better, though," I tried to not sound snobby. This conversation was going nowhere fast.

"So... what did you stop down here for?" I asked. "To talk, I guess. No one's home at my place," She sounded a little upset. Don't know why. I am always enthralled when I can get the house to myself.

"Hey, I know that you and Danny are neighbors. How's that working out?" she asked, taking a seat on my mattress. "Okay, I guess. Every now and again he stops by."

Almost on cue, Danny in ghost-form tapped on my window. I willed it to open, and he flew in. "Hey, Danny! What's up?" Sam asked. Danny seemed a little worried. "A ghost. In the park. Tucker's already there. Come on!" He motioned for me to come. I lifted off of the ground and saw the expression on Sam's face.

"Come on, Sam!" I said, and made her levitate. Together, we all flew out of my room and to the park.


My head hurt. That is bad, since I was supporting myself and Sam. I felt myself starting to falter at times, but I quickly managed to gain control again. Sam didn't seem to notice.

We arrived at the park and I was relieved that I didn't recognize the ghost. This one was odd, though. It looked like part human, part animal. It's torso and up was human; a stunningly handsome male that looked to be in his late teens, early twenties. But his torso down was that of a horse.

Now, I had heard of centaurs, with me being big into fantasy all my life, but this is the first time that I had actually seen one up close. I was in awe.

He was huge, too. Not fat or anything like that, but probably seven or eight feet tall. I saw that beneath one of his raised hooves was a family of four. They were all huddled together and cowering. They appeared to be on a picnic blanket. Odd time for a picnic, though.

Tucker, I could see, was behind a tree. What he was doing, I have no clue. Danny flew up to the centaur's face and said something that I didn't quite catch. The centaur did nothing. Danny said something again, but the centaur didn't respond. So he flew over to me and Sam, where we were perched in midair.

"Rayna, I can't get through to him. Why not you try?" he asked. I was nervous. What could I do? That was a dumb question. Telepathy, of course! I lowered Sam down to the ground where Danny landed. I flew over casually to the centaur and looked into his eyes. They seemed empty. Like no processing thoughts.

Hello, what is the problem? I asked telepathically. Maybe he would talk in his mind. I waited for a few seconds. Nothing. Hello? I asked again.

I—I'm l-l-lost... he finally processed. What? I asked. Where am I? He asked me. On earth, but you are a ghost. What happened? I asked. A fire suddenly ignited in his blank eyes.

Earth! Earth! That stinking planet! How did I get here! And what is this ghost thing of which you speak! Wow, he was thinking quite clearly now. And was a little scary, if you asked me.

A ghost, I explained, is the lost spirit of a person or animal that has died. His eyes grew wider and his thoughts grew louder. I was sure that other people could hear them. Dead! I am not dead!

He here began a violent rampage. His head and arms began thrashing as he reared up onto his hind legs. I shrieked, "Danny!" and he rushed to the people under the centaur's hooves. The family seemed alarmed, but fairly grateful to be out of harm's way. I watched Danny as I dodged the centaur's flailing arms.

Shh... shh... I soothed. That did nothing. I don't even know if that meant anything to him. I searched for something to use as a weapon. Everything was too big; I didn't want to harm him, just calm him down.

I spied a branch down on the ground and willed it up to me. It was quite large, but shouldn't do too much damage to the giant centaur. I used it to whack his arm. He paused for a moment and swiped at me. His nails on his hand caught my waist. Ouch. I felt the ripped shirt stuck to my wounded side.

Calm down, you! He looked at me, and seemed to calm down. What are you doing! You nearly killed four people down there! And just look at me! He did so, and I saw a sad expression enter his eyes. His eyes were the only real thing that had any emotion.

I can't be on Earth. That's eternal exile. I have done nothing wrong! I do not deserve to be here. I suddenly felt sorry for him. I motioned for Danny to come up with me, and he did so. I placed one of my hands on Danny's shoulder. Smile, I commanded, sending the thought to Danny. He instantly smiled. Not a fake one, either.

Centaur, this is Danny. He's going to sent you to a place where you can start a new life in a place far from Earth. But you need to trust us. I pleaded. Then the centaur smiled. A blazing, beautiful smile. "Good. You have my trust," he said in a deep and slightly musical voice.

Danny took out what looked like a thermos and popped the lid off. A whooshing noise erupted as I saw the centaur's form being vacuumed into it. "Thank you," he told me in a breathy whisper. Then he was gone.

Danny smiled a smug one, and I looked at him suspiciously. "What! It doesn't hurt 'em! And, it makes sure that they don't get away." I smiled, too. We flew down till he was only about a foot off of the ground. A blue ring encircled his middle as he turned back into regular Danny Fenton.

Sam and Tucker greeted us from behind their safety zone. "Tucker, where'd that family go?" I asked. He shrugged. "Dunno. They ran off." Ah, who cares? As long as they're safe, right?

"Say, guys? Why not we go down to the Nasty Burger for some shakes? On me!" Sam announced. We all cheered Yeah, but then I remembered that I had to go home for dinner.

I flew home in record speed. My window was still open, and I wafted inside. I heard a loud and annoyed call of "RAYNA!" and realized that I must be late. My door swung open and I jetted downstairs.

Mom and Dad were waiting at our kitchen table. Dad looked aggravated. "Sorry, Dad. Didn't hear you." I lied. "How could you not hear me! And where's that Sam girl?" he asked. Uh-oh. I felt anger. "Uh, she left a little while ago." I lied again.

Mom picked up her fork and jammed it into a mass of chicken and green beans. "You know, I really don't like her. Maybe you two shouldn't be around each other," she said calmly, like she was talking about a flower or the weather. My mouth dropped open.

"W-what!" I gasped. "Rayna, look at her. Look at how she dresses!"

"I do that, too."

"But your hair isn't black."

"Maybe her's is natural."

"And her attitude."

"Mom, I saw her. She was nervous. Not disrespectful."

"Rayna, stop it. Just don't associate with her anymore."

I was furious. But I couldn't let my powers go haywire. Not on my parents. So I got up and stormed out. "Where are you going?" Mom asked. "A walk," I grumbled.


((A/N: This little tidbit is NOT in Rayna's P.O.V. I know that it might sound weird, but I think that this part is important, but Rayna had no knowledge of it. Thank you.))

Meanwhile, in an abandoned warehouse, Vlad Plasmius lounged comfortably in a large leather armchair. His red eyes darted to several monitors, all showing clips of Rayna Gregor. From her asleep to her walking down a sidewalk angrily towards the Nasty Burger at this very moment. His eyes rested on her and Danny, fighting the centaur ghost.

His fingers tapped on the armrest of his chair as he chuckled menacingly to himself. "Ah, yes, Danny and Rayna. Perfect. It's only a matter of time until I have them both."


Ooh! A cliffie! What's gonna happen next! As soon as I can think of something, you shall know!

I particularly like my made-up ghost. He's one of my better ones. If you were wondering, Rayna's therapist and Vlad aren't the same person, and that family of four Danny saved from the centaur has to do with this some time later on.

Okay, that's it, really. Three reviews or more, please; no flames unless you have a reason. Good bye for now.
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