First of all, I would like to thank Chaos-CAT1 for ridding me of my writer's block. -waves hysterically- Hey, Chaos!

I'm sorry if this chapter is a little confusing. I'm jumping in blind. But I hope that you like this chapter. I did.

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way2beme: Thanks... I think. I really liked that chapter. Too bad that you were the only one who reviewed. Thanks anyway.

Oookay, some (if not most) of this will be a flashback, so you can kinda understand Rayna better. If not a flashback, then it's not in her P.O.V. Only at the beginning and ending is something really happening to her.

Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom or anything in it. But I do own Rayna, her relatives, Xander, and The Shifter. And the new girl, Blair, belongs to Chaos-CAT1 and will appear in an up and coming story. Not by me, though.

Okay, that's all. Chapter Seven.


When I opened my eyes, I took in a sickeningly familiar sight. My therapist's office. I looked over and the Shifter was in his split form, guarding us. Danny was still unconscious, but out of his ghost form.

The room was lit by only one lamp in a corner, tainting everything an ominous yellow. A clock ticked monotonously above the closed door. It read 9:00. Nine o'clock! I was missing school! I felt like shrieking, but if I moved too much, the net I was still trapped in would shock me again.

So I just lay there, defenseless on the floor. Where would I be if I was at school? English? With Mr Lancer. I winced. I wonder what's going on...

((NOT IN RAYNA'S P.O.V.!))

"Attention, students. We have a new student joining us. Blair Stevens. I trust that you will all make her feel welcome," Mr Lancer announced to the class. Beside him stood a blond girl with a grey-and-black shirt on, black pants and a Jolly Roger key chain hanging from one of her belt-loops.

"Hello, Blair," the class replied, monotone. Blair took a seat by Sam and Tucker. "Hi. I'm Blair. Blair is me!" she whispered loudly.

((IN RAYNA'S P.O.V. AGAIN!))

What have I gotten myself into? Why can't I do anything right anymore? Ever since... that ...happened, nothing has gone right. I mentally kicked myself. Stupid, stupid me!

We don't want it to happen again... Mom's words echoed in my head. It was all my fault.

(( FLASHBACK, STILL IN RAYNA'S P.O.V.!))

"Come on, Rayna. What's the secret?" Xander had asked me. At that time he had been my boyfriend. "You aren't gonna believe me, Xander." I said.

"Try me."

I sighed. "Okay, fine. I have psychic powers."

He didn't seem impressed. "What? Are you feeling okay?" he asked, leaning a little closer toward me. We were in my old room, him sitting on the edge of my bed and me standing in front of him.

"Of course I'm okay."

He smiled, and I blushed. "Will you show me?" he asked, full of curiosity. "Of course!" I said.

I looked around for a minute, trying to find something decent enough to manipulate and prove to him that I could do it. Nothing out of the ordinary. Then my eyes strayed to him. Perfect. I closed my eyes, forming the picture in my head.

My room; the bed; Xander. Every detail about his clothes and face. The mental picture was complete. Then I imagined him rising up, up, up.

I opened my eyes and saw him hovering about three feet off of my bed. His eyes were wide and he was smiling. "Rayna, this is amazing!" He laughed. I willed him to go down. Then he landed on my bed; he was still smiling. I walked over and he grabbed me into a hug.

"Rayna, this is great. I love you." My heart swelled. Of course he had told me that before, but I loved hearing it, anyway. I love you, too, I thought, sending the thought to him. He stopped and stared at me. "Did you say something?" he asked.

I smiled. "Sort of." He smiled again. "Oh, Rayna," he said. Then he kissed me.

The next day, as we were walking down the hall together, it happened. The bell rang. School was over,and most of the rush was already gone. Now just the after-school activities, or the people who could walk home.

"Hey, outta the way!" someone yelled. A jock. he was running up the hall.I grimaced. "Hey, outta the way!" he shouted again. Xander just ignored him. "Didn't you hear me? Outta the way!"

On 'way,' the jock elbowed Xander into the wall and kept running. Xander slid to the floor, clutching his shoulder. He groaned.

"Xander, are you okay?" I asked, kneeling on the floor. I stared into his deep green eyes. "No. No, I'm not. Not any more."

He stood cautiously, as if he might fall. "Maybe you should go to the nurse," I suggested. He looked at his shoulder. "Maybe. But not now." His voice was scaring me. "W—what do you mean?" I asked.

He stared at me long and hard, like he was trying to send me his thoughts. Maybe he was waiting. I stared back, tapping into his thoughts. He will pay. I am tired of always being treated like this. Aren't you, Rayna? He had a point. Him and I were really the only ones who dared to be different. See, Xander is an artist, and is mourning for society, just like I am.

Yes, but they hold the reins. Two people can't stop th--- My thoughts broke off. I was going to be his revenge. A smile crept over his face. Not the good-natured kind, either. I wanted to run. Or better yet, fly. Fly far away.

"No," I said, reverting back to speaking. I began to back away. But I couldn't. There's just something about him. Other than being my boyfriend, of course.

"Rayna, please. Look at what you can do. You got these powers for a reason. You gotta use them for something." He placed a hand on my shoulder. The scary smile was gone, and his usual good-natured one was back. But something was wrong.

"Fine. What do you want me to do?" I had asked. How stupid I had been.

We began walking again, him talking and me listening intently. He walked me home before turning around, going to his house. "Just remember, Rayna. Don't think. I have all the plans up here," he tapped his forehead, "and show no mercy. They don't deserve any."

He began to walk away. As soon as he was gone, I shut the door and let myself slide down, till I was sitting on the carpet. Mom and Dad weren't home yet. I had to get ready. Tonight was Friday, and there was a football game tonight. This is where Xander and I would strike.

I waited by the living room window. Xander and I were going to leave at six. The time was five forty-five. That only gave us fifteen minutes to get there and... ready. Within the next minute, Xander was at my door.

I walked over before he knocked. "You ready?" he asked. "Okay..." I answered timidly. I eyed him. He was wearing more black than usual, an had some sort of small leather pouch at his side. An earring hung from one of his ears. It looked like a stake. The kind that they kill vampires with. He looked frightening, like he was an executioner.

"Hey, Mom? We're leaving!" I called. An indistinct answer came from the depths of our house. Xander placed his arm around my shoulder. "Hmm, I see you dressed up, too," he commented.

I was wearing a long-sleeved grey dress with black flowers and dark green vines curling up the sleeves. The dress came to my ankles. My hair was pulled into a tight braid. He had told me to wear something of the sort. I just figured that he wanted to add to the effect.

We arrived about two minutes till six. But we didn't take our seats on the bleachers, even though we had bought tickets. Instead, we hid under them.

Xander was fiddling with his earring, and he had a wild look in his green eyes. ((A/N: If you are wondering, Xander is not a ghost!)) I shivered. "Xander, I don't wanna do this," I mumbled. He turned toward me. "What?" he asked in an annoyed tone.

"I'm scared. This is too weird. And all these people..." I tried to explain. It just made me sound dumb.

"Rayna, what did I tell you? Don't think. And besides, we won't hurt them, just scare them." He placed a gloved hand on my shoulder. He has done that a lot, I've noticed. At that moment, everyone on the stands above us jumped up and cheered. An announcer's voice rang out. "Half-time, everyone."

Xander began to leave, but motioned for me. I had no clue what I was doing. Xander had told me some of the plan, but nothing whatsoever about this. I was shaking. We took seats on the bleachers for only about a minute when I saw Xander reach into his bag that he had brought. It looked like a little red ball.

He rolled it around in his fingers the threw it. Really hard. It landed almost in the direct middle of the playing field and it burst. Putrid smoke leaked from it, spewing all over the field and drifting into the bleachers. Xander grabbed my wrist and he began running, navigating quite well, since I couldn't see a thing. I felt grass brushing up against my toes and we kept running.

But, abruptly, we stopped. He turned me, so I was standing in front of the people cheering for our school. The smoke cleared and Xander cried out:

"We have been pushed around and humiliated for too long. By you people, who waste your time, and money on such cheap entertainment and push people like us down. Now, witness true power!" His voice echoed, but no one responded.

I felt some of his hair brush up on my exposed neck and heard him whispering to me. "Fling the football players. Drape them over the goalpost like wet laundry." I turned to look at him, but obeyed.

The doors to the locker room swung open, and the football players from our school's team came out, floating in the air. They were tossing and turning and trying to escape, but I had a hold on them. They flew up into the sky and all landed in different positions on the goalpost for the other team.

The crowd gasped and swept into a panic. They all began rushing to the exits. "No! Don't let them escape!" Xander yelled at me. I willed the gates to close, trapping everyone. I could see them climbing and clawing at each other. What was I doing? I shot a scared and worried glance at Xander, but he stood there, laughing.

"Xander, what are you doing!" I shrieked. "Don't you see, Rayna? Now we are in control!" He began laughing again. "No! This isn't power; it's fear. I quit."

When the last words left my lips, Xander was beside me in a heartbeat. He gripped both of my shoulders tightly. "Show no fear. Show no fear!" He shook me. I began to cry.

He cackled. "Oh, we are finished now. You are so weak!" He spat at my feet. Tears began streaming down my face as Xander let me go. I collapsed to the ground. My head spun, with sorrow and anger. A fire sparked. Was I actually mad at Xander?

"I don't know what made me think you could do this! You've always been weak, even with your powers!" He just kept yelling at me. As if my head didn't hurt already!I felt my arms trembling. "I hate you, Rayna! You've ruined everything! I hate y—" he stopped mid sentence and collapsed to the ground, about a foot away from me.

"Xander?" I asked. No response. He didn't even move. I tried reading his thoughts. Nothing. Just an empty void.

I learned later that night, after Xander had been taken to the hospital, that his heart had exploded. From the inside out. Like abaked potato. No reason could be found. But I knew it was me. And that Sunday, my family moved.

((END FLASHBACK!))

I lay there, on the floor, with my terrible memories floating in my head. It took me a moment to realize that Danny had regained his consciousness and was laying as still as possible. He just lay there, whistling. Whistling?

Just above him, though, a gaping hole appeared. The hole glowed a luminescent green and a giant wolf-ghost appeared. "Alright! You came!" Danny said. The ghost just nodded. "Distract the guards. They have something on their gloves that doesn't hurt them if they touch the nets." Danny explained. Rather slowly, too.

"Si, amigo," the ghost replied. With a few swift movements, The Shifter guards were all heaped up on a pile, appearing to be unconscious. The wolf slipped the gloves on and untied the bags. Free! Finally.

Danny thanked the wolf, and it quickly disappeared. "Wha—" I began to ask. Danny shrugged. "He promised me is all," Danny said. We began to leave when the door was blocked. By Xander.


Ooh! Spooky! Thank you, again, to Chaos-CAT1. This chappie isn't as long as we planned, but I didn't wanna drag it out too much.

Please review! I need reviews or I'm gonna stop writing. Is that what you want, hmm? Okay, that's all. Bye for now!
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