Candeh- Pew. It's been a while, hasn't it been? But you can't really blame me since I've been on hiatus for like- ever! Anyways, I was sitting here on computer reading all things about poor Danny's cancellation and I was all, Wait, didn't I sign up for that one site with Danny fictions?

And guess what? Low and behold I had! I'd totally been so caught up with all my other crap that I just.. forgot. I'm so sorry you guys. Not to mention my internet is down and I've actually been on my crappy dial-up lab top. But, low and behold, here I am and- Danny's back for the time being!

By the way, just a question- did anyone see the new Pirates? O my- Johnny has been my obsession for EVER and… ahh! What a hottie. You guys can have your Orlando Blooms and your… Rob Snider's… but I get him. Kay thanks.

Anyways, I'll just continue with where we last left Danny off…

Chapter 2:

Samantha's POV:

It's too gray to be getting up. Nothing is with colour and nothing is with sound. I feel blended by this massive gray that has pulled a blanket over my eyes, but I stand up and hold my arms out, looking down below the huge building's view.

I've been standing up on top of the huge building for hours and I feel as if no one's even noticed- besides the fact that no one actually has. The sky is too cloudy and I am one single girl who has decided to look down upon worthless Amity Park, seeing it as it is; stripped bare of its dignity. With Danny gone I have found life as gray as today is. Tucker is bland and quite, no longer chasing after Star or her friends. Dash finds himself still poking fun at other kids, but somehow not as much; I saw him walk right by Mikey for several day without ripping his underwear square out of his ass. I frown. Amity Park is not the same since Danny left us.

From the top of the building I can spot the broken glass of a nearby jewelry store. A woman ghost, dressed entirely in designer gowns and earrings had made a spot by seeming particularly joyous the day after Danny's death. Amity's been on alert. They haven't realized that Danny Fenton was their own Public Enemy yet, but that's all natural. I never suspected Amity to be the brightest group in the world.

Nonetheless, they post their posters about hating Danny Phantom and mourn the loss of the fourteen-year-old boy, Danny Fenton. Still trapped in their thoughts that Danny Phantom murdered their teenage citizen, they have posted posters of remembrance all about town. The news swarms all over his story and, just like that, Danny has become Danny Phantom's first murder victim. Their idea of each person spreads like a disease.

In fact, as I stand above the town like a bird, I can make through the cloudiness the town's newest memorial to Danny's death. Where they play the news above the town theater, bright red letter flash high so everyone in the town can read it: "REMEMBER DANNY FENTON". I breathe in the cold air- even through the grayness I can see his face flashing in the billboards.

They chose the worst picture of him, too. I remember that Danny had even, jokingly of course, told me that if he ever died or went missing this would be the picture he would not want to be posted around everywhere. I tried to tell the mayor, too. I went right up to the office with a perfect picture- he was actually smiling too- but they'd turned it down. Apparently they'd wanted to remember Danny as a miserable kid, never smiling in his pictures.

My knapsack dangles heavily on my shoulder, weighing me down and making my risk of falling off the roof of this building higher. I don't care, though, let me fall. Send me hurling down to the cement where my body can land right there next to the giant billboard. Maybe it'll land right next to the memorial wall the town had put together for him. I could land among the papers and cards and flowers- among the candles and bears. I would fall and my knapsack would open, releasing all of the stuff I'd confiscated from his room that night with the others. I've carried them with me for days now.

"Go on, Manson," I drill myself like a regular sergeant, "What's gonna happen if you jump?" And I lower my foot barely off the roof like a natural dare-devil. Of course I'm not going to jump. What do you think I am- Suicidal? No, the only person I'd kill for is gone- and I'm not one to kill for self pleasure. But, as I do stare down at my pitiful town, I fight back the urge not to. Anger builds up inside my chest and I let a heart-felt string of saliva fall down among the people on the streets. I openly hope to myself that it smacked one of them across the face.

Casper High isn't tall enough to peak above the fog to me level. It's squat building sinks low, letting it's roof be visible to everyone on normal grounds. I am not one of those people. I am a bird, ready to leap. I am the only thinker left in this mindless town and I stare down at the clouds that would be hovering over the school if I could see it. School, even, hasn't been the same. Lancer doesn't really talk much. He's rather mopey and timid and his humorless sarcasm has gone with the wind. He's left Danny's desk unoccupied and filled it with cards from the others. The desk haunts us like the ghost he really was. It is my favourite reminder of him- the billboards and posters are something I strive not to look at.

Pauling has kept herself rather on the quiet side as well. She doesn't talk much to Dash and Dash doesn't talk much to her. They pass sloppy notes if they need help, and say nothing of it. Neither walk home anymore, either. I walk by them quietly as they sit on separate side of the sidewalks, waiting for their own parents.

Class entirely has been different. Walking into the room is like walking into Danny's funeral all over again. Everyone's darkly dressed and no one ever utters a word. But the most unique of days had been the days after the funeral. The first day after we'd separated his stuff, we'd arrive in class secretly wearing one of his things; I'd seen Paulina's wrist covered in a bracelet Danny had made a few years ago. There were no comments about Danny making bracelets either- not one.

Dash, in fact, said it was nice and Paulina smiled, playing with the colorful beads all morning. She'd twirl the pink one around and around until the string holding each of them together twisted- even then she spun the beads like a top, and she was quiet. We were all quiet that morning.

It was actually not even Lancer to break the silence that morning. I'd been staring at the nothingness when the loud speakers blare in my ears and a sad and solemn voice protrudes around the room. "Morning Casper High," Says a woman's voice. She leaves out the 'good'- there is no good morning for Casper High school. The voice of our principle pauses for a moment and than continues, "We all know about the tragic loss we have faced two nights ago."

A quiet student in the back meekly gulps, "And if you don't than all you'd have to do is look up." I shoot a glare at him and his moment of glory fades. I know he wasn't making fun of the situation, but trying to lighten it. Either thing is impossible.

The loudspeakers continue, "There is an assembly in the auditorium Friday. If you'd like to come, that would be wonderful." Click. Just like that she is gone. No 'good afternoon', no 'Have a great day'.

I stare blankly down below me and lower my feet. Maybe if I jump, I'd be able to see him again. Maybe if I take that leap, I could see his eyes one last time and than, for the rest of our afterlives, we could just be with each other- for the rest of our afterlives. I guess the world wasn't ready for it while we were living.

I breathe in and stare blankly at the ground below me and even looking down I know I am too high up to see all of it clearly. Little dots of people scramble by, stopping every building to look at the Danny remembrance signs. They didn't even know him. None of them actually knew what a great person he was-they just assumed it. They never knew Danny Phantom, either. Without looking into him they'd assumed the worst. And now, their hero is their most feared thing around here. Danny Phantom, to the sorry town of Amity Park, has murdered Danny Fenton. What a sorry town we are.

I heave my shoulders backwards and stare down at the darkness around me. "Do it," I tell myself, "Jump." And I let my foot drop from the height of the building and I sputter downwards, free falling into the signs and the posters all around me. I'm coming Danny…

"SAM!" Two tiny hands wrap around my shoulders and shake my body so hard I'm afraid one of my body parts will pop out. "SAM!"

As total instinct, I yank away from the grasp around me and hold my arms up, ready to strike. And there stands Tucker, dressed sleepiness. She does not smile when he sees me- he hasn't since Danny died, but he lets a pitiful attempt of a chuckle slip from his lips as he watches me loosen my pose, "Am I dead?" I ask him, remembering the jump from the high building around Amity.

Tucker's brow lowers, "Dead? Sam, your in you bedroom- even if you aren't in your bed." I take a look around. I am sitting stumped on the carpet of my floor, Danny's stuff and my knapsack fluttered around me like a field, and I know I am where Tucker says I am. The blank walls of my room laugh at my stupidity and I want nothing more than to paint them a deep, dark black.

"But I jumped!" I say with my arms spread out as far as I can reach them, "I was jumping and falling."

"You were dreaming."

"I felt the air and my stomach falling!"

"It was a dream, Sam."

I pause, still half way convinced, "I felt his arms lifting me up."

We are both silent and Tucker's shoulders fall, "If you felt it," He lies right to my face, "Than he was there." And we stare at each other in our pajamas and our slippers, blank faced.

"Where do you think he is right now?" I ask him, watching the window curtains blow briskly in the cold, gray breeze.

"Any where you want him to be." And that's it. We sit and stand and stare for about an hour before Tucker just turns around and leaves. I am left alone again, holding Danny's journal, the one I'd made him start, and his socks.

I don't know why I kept his socks. And the journal I haven't even bothered to open yet. Around me lies his old shirts and CDs, his little red and white shoes, and almost everything you can think of that resembled a caring and loving teenager. I sigh into my bedroom, making the wind all but quieter for a moment.

It's too gray to be waking up.

Danny's POV:

"Just let him out of there already, eh, it's been hours!" the voice of a Canadian man echoes around me.

"Hold your horses, Geez, your so impatient, Tom," Another man's voice comes around me and I remain frozen. These voices I do not recognize, "What do you think, Louis? I mean, you make the decisions around here, man." There is silence for only a moment and another man's voice comes. His is stronger and older than the other two voices and there is no character in the way he speaks.

Like a mellow song, he answers them, "A fourteen year old boy," He says, "the entire town thinks that ghost kid killed him."

"Sorry bunch of blokes," This voice belongs to a teenager, sounding only years older than me. She seems to be enjoying the stupidity of the group of people. "Well," she says with an I-told-you-so type of attitude, "I guess there had to be a town of complete morons in one part of the world, eh?"

"I guess, dude," the second voice continues. His voice is raspy and the smell of smoke fills around me, "Thank God I'm not one of 'em."

The girl takes a second to think over and she hints a bit of sarcasm in her voice, "I wouldn't be too sure about that one."

"Pssh, what do you know you little—"

"Aw!" There is another voice and it seems a bit closer to me that the other ones, "He's adorable!" The tone changes and I am unsure if it belongs to a man or a woman, "He probably got all the little girlies in his class, eh?" The others chuckle and there is a bit of silence for a moment.

"Sweetie," Comes the last voice of the group- this one for sure belonging to a woman in her twenties, "He's Danny Phantom. He's probably way to busy for girls." She pauses, "He is adorable though. Don't you think Lily? Just look at his eyes!
"There closed, Summer."

"Yeah, but he had the prettiest blue eyes."

"Yeah," says the teenager's voice, "If he wasn't- what? - Fourteen, I'd have made a---"

The older man's voice is next to erupt, "You're lucky I'm around you all the time, Lily, because I'd have---hey, you guys, look!" And I open my eyes instantly to several faces around me.

"Well good morning, kid!" The voice of the first man says. He is young and skinny and his brown eyes lean right into mine, "We thought you'd be asleep forever!"

I jump up and scream, "Please! Stay the hell away from me." The blonde woman smiles and comes in closer and I pull my self up and sprint to the other side of the room. But before I know it, my legs give way and I'm hurdling to the ground. I land on my chin and I can hardly feel it throbbing.

"Aw look," comes the half man, half woman voice. It belongs to a man dressed in a silky pink shirt and tight leather pants. Neither of the people have moved from where they first stand and we are halfway across the room from one another, "He's like a baby deer on his feet."

The young woman with light brown hair and a flowing pink dress approaches me, "You're going to need some practice, honey, you haven't been on your legs in about," she turns to the older man in the back, "How long's it been, Louis?"

"48 hours," the man says, checking his watch.

"48 hours." Her blue eyes turn back to me and she offers me a hand, but just when I am about to take it, the rest of the people in back of her step forwards. There is an axe sticking out of the Canadian man's back and the teenage girl has burns up and down her body. The man in pink with chest hairs showing is bleeding from his skull and the oldest man's chest has a rather large hole in it. The pretty brunette woman's face is deeply pale and she looks as if any second, she could fall over gasping for air. I push her hand away and find myself as far as possible as I can be from these people.

"Please!" I yell and I cannot stop tears rolling down my face, "Stay away! Leave me alone!" The teenage girl dressed in pink and black rolls her eyes and sighs dramatically. She is like a babysitter, watching a child cry for his mother.

"You've made him cry, Summer," says the older man and the woman's face sinks, the colour still fading fast.

"I didn't mean to, he just—" She is lost for words.

It is than that the oldest man waddles over to me. He is a bit overweight and he leans to my level, "Danny," He says, "Your in a church. Why do you think your in a church?"

"Oh what?" The man dressed in tight clothes says with a huff, "You gonna play 20 questions with him until he finds out why he's here?" He chuckles, "You weren't that nice to me, Louis."

"You're not even worth the 20 question, eh," The tall Canadian man jokes and the teenager laughs meekly.

"Oh, Tom, you are a catch," Responds the man, but the older man ignores him.

"You're in a church," He continues, but I find myself going blank when I stare at his skull for too long. Blood has always made me a tad queasy, no matter how strange it sounds.

Tom chuckles, "And it's not Sunday either, mate."

They all lean in closer, each ignoring one another's appearance. And finally, the girl dressed in black rolls her eyes, "You're dead." And I see it. The black tuxedo I am in starts to leak bright crimson blood from my body- all around me. No one does anything, no one says anything. But the teenager smiles and leans in closer, letting her bright pink contact lens eyes almost into mine, "Told you!"

That's the last thing I see before I faint, passing out into total darkness.

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