Sorry the first chapter kind of sucked. Hopefully this one will be better. To avoid confusion, the character in first-person is Freakshow, though some mistook it for Vlad. Sorry, Iris will try to be clearer next time; she's just never written in first person, as you would guess. So yeah. Here ; Also, Iris is trying really hard to add more detail. Inspired by Bob Zox, Iris is going to try and be more detailed. Bless his soul, he writes so well.

Also, if a visual aid would help, I'll put a link to Krae's pic on my profile.

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The black tentacles let the child go, retracting back into the shadows, as he collapsed to the floor.

"Perfect," I stated, glaring down at him with twisted glee in my expression. Of course, the anesthetic was only a sleep serum…

I took a few steps back, watching him sleep silently. "He won't stay like this long…make sure he doesn't get away when he awakes, will you?"

The familiar raspy voice responded to me from the shadows with different vowels which flowed along and twisted together in a different language that only we could understand. I never truly learned it, but just like I could tell what Lydia was thinking when she never talked, I could tell what the creature was talking about, even though I hadn't understood a single piece of voice she spoke.

I nodded to her rather complex response of "yes" and turned around, walking away. The question was what to do now, where to go, and make sure all moves are taken after thought and before selfish greed. Making such a mistake as turning myself into a ghost only to be captured into a soup can taught me not to be so foolish and gullible. Now that the prison is destroyed, I'm sure the White Coats are everywhere on the lookout for me. Luckily Krae, my new alien-like pet was a tunneler and was able to take me where I desired. No White Coats would think to look underground, which was an advantage; at least until I had to surface again.

Though Krae wasn't a ghost, she was still just as loyal to me. Why, I will never know, but hey; I'm not complaining.

Not the most beautiful beast, but still incredibly useful. It's harder to hide her since she's so large, but eh, whatever works.

I continued walking along the underground cave, looking up at the passage to the surface world. It was really different living underneath the soil; you knew you were safe, and the darkness is much easier to become accustom of.

The entrance was at a slant so it was easier to climb. Of course, Krae had no problem slithering around underground and creating tunnels, but it was a bit harder than that for me. After all, even if I hate to admit it, I'm...only human.

I sighed heavily, grasping my gloved hand onto the hardly-packed dirt, climbing upwards through the tunnel. How stupid it felt, seeming like some kind of mole making my way out with this method, but it was the only way I could stay out of sight from the Guys in White.

The one thing I missed most, though, was Lydia. Still trapped in the circular holding at the labs, I couldn't get her out in time, and the prison collapsed atop of her. Of course, being a ghost, she couldn't die, but I don't know what happened…I haven't seen her since, and I miss her greatly.

After a short while of climbing, I made my way to the top entrance, which was covered with some simple leaves and twigs. Quite simplistic really, but you'd be amazed at what the "surfacers" don't pay attention to.

Pushing the pile aside, I climbed up and stood upon my feet, kicking the twigs and whatnot back over the hole, brushing the dirt off my trench coat. Continuing my walk, I headed towards the nighttime city. My first target was Phantom's friends and family.. surely with him down, they'd try to stop me, and I can't let that happen.

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"Tucker, have you seen Danny?" Sam asked as they were walking home together.

"No," Tucker admitted, "Not since school, actually."

"Where do you think he could be?" Sam asked, stopping in her tracks with a worried expression on her face. Tucker did the same, looking into her amethyst eyes.

Tucker shrugged, "I don't know, he said he was heading home early tonight. His sister wanted him for something."

"Like what?"

"Who knows. Raiding the library for supernatural smarts?"

Sam rolled her eyes, "Seriously Tuck. He could be in danger."

"C'mon Sam, he can take care of himself, we know that."

"Yeah, but still…I have a feeling another enemy came and kidnapped him or something."

Ah. Perfect timing, I thought, slowly and quietly trudging up behind them, hiding in the shadows.

"But wouldn't they be ironically stupid and call us and tell us exactly where he was?"

Sam shrugged, "Maybe the villains got smart for once."

"Heh, yeah right. The chances of that happening would be­--"

"Impossible?" I chimed, walking forward with a grin.

"Freakshow?" They both shouted in unison, both in alarm and question.

I laughed, "Don't wear my name out too much."

"What do you want?" The girl asked.

"It's not what I want, Samantha—"

"It's Sam."

"—It's what you want."

"You have Danny, don't you?" the brown-skinned boy with the-name-of-which-I-cannot-remember-right-now asked with a scowl.

I smiled a fake, sympathetic smile; it was always fun dramatizing my expressions when things were already hectic. "Yes…why, yes I do."

"Where is he? What have you done with him?" Samantha screamed, rage in her eyes.

I laughed; "I'll reveal nothing."

"Then we'll get the cops on your ass and—"

"The cops? The prison is destroyed and the police are busy enough as it is." I chuckled softly, saying in a whisper; "He's helpless."

Mixed emotions were seen in the female teenager's eyes as she glared up at me somewhere between hatred and sadness. This was always an amusing sight.

Suddenly, the male child came running up and kicked me in the shin. "Ow!" I instinctively yelped, backing up.

But the child dismissed my expression, running towards me with a punch. This time I was fast enough to block my face with my arms, but still took the hit, falling back a bit.

"Where is he?" the boy yelled, threatening another hit.

Heh, who would have known the kid was such a tough one? But I wasn't afraid. It just took time…

"I already told you," I explained as I stood up, "I'm not telling."

"Even thought that was completely ironic," Samantha stated, walking up to me., "We're not letting you get away with this."

"Oh, I beg to differ," I stated with the casual sneer on my expression, grabbing her and slamming her back against the wall of the nearest building. She let a yelp of pain, glaring up at me. I could see the fear in her crystallic lavender eyes as she stared up at me, not sure what my next move would be and doubtfully prepared for it.

"Get away from her!" The other kid shouted, coming towards me again. Grabbing Samantha by her shoulders I pulled out of the way, the boy smacking against the wall. He glared over at me with his hazel eyes, worry, anger, and slight curiosity mixed within them. He didn't know what to do next, and suddenly remembering I left the hypodermic needle back at the cave, neither did I. Ah! I can never get things quite right… time for an alternative.

"Sorry, child," I whispered though only with half-sorrow, smacking her back against the building again. Too afraid to defend herself she slammed against it with a thud, as I heard her head splat, as her eyes closed, she fell limp.

"H-h-hey…" the other teen stuttered, now more afraid than angry; "What'd…what'd you do?"

"I did what I had to," I admitted, turning to face him and letting go of the girl. With a dark glare I added; "Would you like the same treatment?"

Now terrified, he turned around and started running off.

"Not so fast!" I called after him, chasing behind him. But it was too late, he was too fast for me to keep up with as he turned the corner, heading straight for Fenton Works.