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A quick note from the author: I'm nearing the 100 mark on this story! Can you believe it? And it's all because of you folks! I could hug you all, but I'm not going to because you just can't send a hug through a note like this. It's just not the same. If you guys keep reviewing and getting other people to review, I just might hit that 100 reviews mark! I've never had 100 reviews before. I would so love to hit that mark, but only you guys can make it possible.

Because of Tyrant231's question: Just so you all know, the story that started this story was dedicated to a young man I once knew named Stephen. Stephen is NOT dead. I dedicated the entire story "Fallen" to Stephen because I really liked him, and well, I never got to tell him. Now, he's in the Navy, and I've lost contact with his family. I just missed him is all. Maybe someday our paths will cross again butobviously not today. What would be really embarrassing is if he was reading this… Yikes.

Chapter 11: Bogartia

DJ groaned, slowly opening his eyes. Man, he hurt. Of course, what did he expect? He got his powers and defeated Skulker in the same day. He propped himself up on his elbow, running a hand through his hair. Things were different now after everything he'd learned. He was actually surprised his mom had let him come back, but I guess falling asleep in the park in front of his dad's statue kind of helped convince her. And Cassy… His cheeks reddened slightly as he remembered his sobbing and ranting the other day; he'd made a total fool of himself in front of her.

"Whoa!" he shouted as he suddenly slipped right through the bed and his floor, landing with a hard thump on the living room floor on his back. "Ow…"

Sam ran down the stairs. "DJ? What are you doing?"

"Exercising," he muttered sarcastically, still blinking stars out of his eyes. "You never mentioned that Dad had a hard time controlling his powers."

"Considering those stories also deal with a certain bitch that will not be mentioned in this house…" Sam helped her son to his feet. "Get upstairs, and get dressed. You're going to be late for school."

"School?" he whined.

"Yes, school. If you plan on graduating this year, you actually need to attend school now, DJ," his mother reminded him.

He rubbed the back of his neck, smiling sheepishly. "Heh, oops."

Sam smiled softly, touching her son's cheek. "You look so much like your father when you do that."

DJ smiled too and gave her a quick hug before running upstairs to get dressed. Sam rolled her eyes when something thumped upstairs. "I'm okay!" DJ shouted.

I'm gunna die, DJ decided as he stared at the white board, trying to catch up on his notes. He gasped as a blue puff of air escaped his mouth, alerting him of a nearby ghost. And now I'm really gunna die... His hand shot up, making up some excuse to leave the classroom. The teacher gave him a look then consented, and the teen ran out of the room. Cassy looked after him, and while the teacher was distracted, slipped out of the room after him.

DJ skidded to a halt as he nearly ran into another senior that had just exited the computer lab. "Ah, don't hurt me!" the poor techno geek cried, ducking.

"Sorry!" DJ yelled over his shoulder as he ran around him.

The techno geek slowly opened his eyes and straightened, checking to make sure he was intact. "I…I survived an encounter with DJ?" Then he was knocked to the ground as someone ran into him from behind. "Ow!"

"Sorry, TJ, I couldn't stop in time." Cassy grabbed his hand and pulled him up. "Bye." She ran after DJ.

Tucker Junior, the son of Tucker and Valerie Foley, stared in disbelief as the two teens disappeared out the school doors. "Did I miss something?" Then he ran off to join the fray.

DJ went ghost as he ran, taking off into the air. He looked around him; where was the ghost?

"Hello," a voice said from behind, "I don't believe we've met."

He turned around slowly, his heart clenching in his chest. He knew this ghost. A dark cloak hung in midair, red eyes glaring from the hood. The figure reached up and cast aside the black material, an evil image of DJ facing the inexperienced… Well, what exactly would you call DJ since he's not a "halfa" but only one quarter ghost? Would he be a "fourtha?" Anyway…

"No, we haven't," DJ growled, "but I've heard of you. You're Bogartia." ((You know, a Bogart in ghost form. Hahaha…))

"Ah, so you know me. Of course, you do." Bogartia's image changed into a figure similar to DJ without the green streaks in his hair and gold flecks in his eyes. "I fought your father."

"And killed him," DJ added, firing off an ectoplasmic ray.

Bogartia calmly moved aside, his image changing once more to his natural form. His hair was an eery grey, his skin a brilliant teal. Most of his form was hidden in his cloak, leaving only his red eyes to be seen. He spun around, disappearing in a flash of light. DJ shielded his eyes then looked around. Where was that ghost? He flew forward with a cry as a powerful blast hit him from behind. He whirled around, breathing hard. The ghost floated behind him, a slight smirk on his lips.

"Your father was far more powerful," Bogartia said.

"Don't talk about my father!" DJ yelled, firing another blast then firing another just as Bogartia moved to dodge the blow.

The creature was shocked, stumbling back a little as the young ghost boy's blast hit him. "Well, I'm impressed."

The battle raged on, the two of them exchanging blow after blow. Depending on Bogartia's form, his attacks were a different color, and he took on many forms. DJ fired another blast, his breathing ragged. He cried out as Bogartia's retaliation shot hit him full in the chest and threw him to the ground. He groaned, attempting to get to his feet.

"DJ!"

Bogartia turned, smirking as the brown-haired girl ran up followed by a black teen. "I didn't take you for a socialist, ghost child."

"Cassy," DJ breathed, struggling to sit up. His eyes widened as the ghost's hands began to glow. "Cassy, look out!" he yelled, finally regaining his feet.

She and TJ ducked out of the way just in time, but DJ was mad. His eyes glowed a deep gold as he flew into the sky at the shape-changer, catching the ghost by surprise. Bogartia didn't even have time to react as DJ fired blow after blow.

"Catch!" Cassy shouted, throwing a thermos to the teen.

DJ caught it and sucked the ghost in without any hesitation. He lowered himself to the ground, breathing hard. He went human, and Cassy and TJ ran up to him. "What did you guys think you were doing?" DJ asked.

"Helping you," Cassy said.

TJ looked like he'd rather be somewhere else. "Heh, um, yeah…" Then he reached out and poked DJ, recoiling as the teen stepped back.

"Ow." DJ rubbed his chest, glaring at him. "What was that for?"

"I think TJ thinks you're a ghost," Cassy said.

"Well, I am…sort of." DJ clutched his head. "Ah! Don't do that to me. You get me all messed up."

"We better get back to school. Your mom would kill you if she saw you right now," Cassy said.

"Oh, no. His mom's going to kill the bastard that did this to him," Sam said quite calmly, making the teens jump.

A/N: Only two more chapters! Two more people! Don't you want to see this story hit the 100 mark? Review! See that little button down there? Press it, and write me a nice little review.