A/N: Sorry, guys. Recently couldn't find any time. Thanks for waiting, though.

Well, many people might find this chapter to be a bit familiar. Well, the only thing I'll say is that in some ways it is, some ways it isn't.

A bit of warning to a minor swear word said by a character here. I'm trying to be careful these days about not putting too much in my writing, but after what happens in this chapter, I figured that there isn't a way around this one. But I've got a feeling most of you probably won't care anyway, though.

Chapter 2!

Chapter 2 - Images

It was happening again...

He was in another world of darkness...everything around him was shrouded in that familiar shadow that could not be pierced by any kind of light. He was facing and walking, once again, in some random direction in a straight line. Why he was doing it was not of his knowing, but then again, he had learned that questioning dreams was something superfluous - going along with the whole thing had always seemed to be his best bet, even if at times it ended in some horrific way.

As he continued making his blind walk, he heard something in the far distance. Straining his ears to figure out the unfamiliar noise, he was unable to figure out what it was.

The further he walked, the more fuzzy and unclear it seemed to become. It seemed kind of strange that it was working in the reverse.

Then he started thinking...if things were working in reverse, then could that mean...?

He turned around and started walking in the other direction. Sure enough, the further away he walked, the louder it became. Was he walking away from it in the first place? If so, what was he walking away from?

Continuing along, the noise became louder and a lot clearer. Something inside him wanted to turn back, but, of course, his curiosity always got the better of him.

Finally, after he finally strained out the final remnants of his dying hearing, he was able to figure out what it sounded like.

But at the same time, he had a bad feeling about it. It was a sound that he never liked to hear.

It was crying...

And, of course, he didn't know who it was coming from. All he knew, however, was that if he was to make sense of anything around here, he would end up having to locate wherever it could be.

However, he got a bit of unexpected help.

As soon as the thoughts tried to pass through his mind about where to go next, it was like someone had flipped on a wallful of light switches. The world reversed upon itself as he found himself in an extremely bright world, where he was once again blinded.

"AHHH!" he yelled, trying to shield the brilliancy.

And then he came across another unforeseen reversal...he heard the screaming.

Immediately, the faint crying had turned into loud, bloodcurdling voices. Voices that were resounded higher than what he was used to. Voices that sounded desperate. From what he could hear, they were cries of anguish, but for some reason, they sounded unhurt.

The shrieks of crying pain pierced through his ears so loudly that he had to move his hands away from his eyes and towards his ears instead. Faced with both extremes, it was hard to tell which was worse.

"Let it die!" he thought desperately, trying to block it all out. "Let it die!"

After enduring the torture on his ears and eyes, he suddenly felt his body shift once again, as a rush of wind seemed to blow right through him.

Through him?

But he never got a chance to rethink the news, as yet another random event took place. The screaming had stopped, and everything was silent, as if the whole world was suddenly put on mute. Unable to keep his eyes closed, he opened them to see if there was any kind of change in the area.

He saw what he had expected - the area was almost completely clear of the blinding light. Squinting, he tried to see now if there was anything around him...but all he could see was himself. However, he took a double-take at himself.

He was floating, his body slightly opaque...and he wasn't in ghost mode.

"What's going on?" he thought. "Why am I...?"

A noise interrupted his train of thought. Quickly realizing that he could solve the mystery, he searched around for the source.

The sounded like the same sounds he heard...the same voices...

Except no longer were they high-pitched. Though the voices continued to echo in the unknown abyss, they weren't as loud as before. He still wasn't able to recognize them, yet.

And suddenly they stopped. He paused for a second, hoping he didn't lose them. He looked around and attempted to listen for any kind of sound if they were nearby or not.

And he got one last reaction.

The slightly darkened abyss around him suddenly faded. It morphed and started making a meaningful surrounding he was used to.

It was the inside of a building...but it wasn't like any building he had ever seen before...it looked like an abandoned building.

Another crying voice made him jump as he was again caught by surprise. The vision weren't clear yet, but he heard the voices, clear as day without the echoes.

"No...it can't be...why?"

"This...this is unreal..."

He felt as if a fireball of fear shot into his stomach as he heard the distinct voices.

It was Sam and Tucker. And they didn't sound like themselves. It was that ethereal gloom in their voices that made him a bit scared. For all he knew, anything could have been going on...

He...he was afraid to turn around. What...were they crying at?

But he knew that the only way to know was to turn around...

Doing so, he was unhappy that they had their backs facing towards them. And he was even more unhappy to see another surprise that he wasn't ready for. Valerie was there, too, with her head down, in her ghost-hunter gear. Instead of the confident tone that she had in her voice while in her hunter mode, he heard a great difference. But from what he could hear, it sounded like she was sobbing uncontrollably, unable to form words.

This...didn't look pretty.

Maybe he could talk to them...? He had to ability to do so in any dream...how could this be any different?

It looked like there could be something a lot different...

"Umm...guys...?" his voice quavered.

No reply came from them as they continued facing away from him.

"Sam? Tuck? Val?" he asked, hoping to get them to respond. "Guys, can you hear me?"

No answer.

"This isn't funny!" he said, his voice starting to rise. "Guys, what's wrong?"

Still no answer.

Now he was getting really upset. Reaching his arm out to tap Tucker on the shoulder, his voice became his highest as he leaned in on him.

"TUCKER! WHAT IS GOING..."

But he never finished. He watched in disbelief as his hand slipped right through his friend as he lost balance, falling face-down on the floor, phasing through the rest of Tucker in the process.

"What the...?" he said, starting to get up. "How did that happen to..."

And finally, as he looked ahead, he saw the reasons for everything.

He felt every hair on the back of his neck stand on end as he looked at the motionless body lying in front of him.

"No..." he said. "It...it can't be..."

It was him.

Or something that resembled him.

He was in ghost mode...and it looked like he lost...badly. Endless gashes in his suit almost made him unrecognizable, even to his own self. He was missing the entire right arm of his suit, exposing the bare, severely abraded arm. His face looked like he had been thrown into almost every object imaginable...it was bleeding and teeming with debris he couldn't even recognize.

No...he couldn't be...?

Dead?

A thin trickle of the ever-popular liquid flowed down his left ear, forming a small puddle on the ground.

There wasn't any doubt to it any longer...he was looking at his own dead self...

Then...the body he was currently in...

The phasing, the unexplainable floating...

He was the soul...

"Oh, God..." he thought, piecing the puzzle together.

He knew earlier that he had screamed out to "let it die," but he wasn't prepared for something like this!

His heart started racing again. Looking up, he saw Tucker still standing inside of him, as he was phasing directly into his back. Getting up from the ground in a hurry, he looked at them all, hoping that he could reverse it.

"No...guys..." he said, his own voice dripping with fear. "Look at me...please...I'm right here...guys? Please look at me!"

They couldn't see him.

"GUYS!" he screamed, waving his arms, desperately trying to get their attention. "I'M NOT DEAD!"

All he got from them was another scream by Sam.

"Please..." she was saying. "No more...please...you've done enough..."

It sounded like she was talking to someone...

"No...please...NOOOOOOO!"

Her scream made him do two things. The first thing it did was make him cover his ears. The second thing was making him turn away from the sound so that it wouldn't hurt so much.

But in turning around, he saw why she had been screaming.

He...he was looking at himself vaporize!

He watched in disbelief as his body started disappearing...starting from his legs on its way up.

Another grip of fear pulled into him as he watched himself literally evaporate into thin air. Aside from looking at his dead self, it was probably one of the most frightening things he had ever seen watching helplessly as he just seemed to see himself fade away.

Now he was really going to be sick...

"HAHA!" yelled a voice from above. "NEVER! I WILL MAKE SURE THAT HE NEVER EXISTS AGAIN!"

"That voice..." he thought. "No...please...don't let it be who I think it is..."

But he didn't get his way. His fears confirmed, it was exactly who it was.

But how was this possible?

"HA!" yelled the booming-voice figure again. "HE HAS BEEN ERASED! HE CAN NEVER COME BACK, EVEN IN THAT ANNOYING GHOST FORM!"

He looked back down where his body used to be...it had vanished. He felt another lump in his throat...he felt like he was going to be sick...

"You...you...bastard!" yelled Valerie from behind. "How could you?"

"TSK, TSK..." said the figure, forcing the attention of the boy back to that area. "I MERELY WANTED YOU THREE TO JUST WITNESS A LOST FRIEND...BUT I'LL DO YOU ONE BETTER..."

Déjà vu struck again as he watched his motions.

The boy watched in horror as he watched the specter raise his arms and summon up a bright ray of green light, growing into that ever-recognizable prism of destruction...

"HOW ABOUT JOINING HIM?"

He watched in slow-motion terror as the light was suddenly cast directly at them.

"NOOO!" shouted all three of his friends at once.

Now it was his own turn to yell, as the boy found himself yelling the same thing. He tried to shield the oncoming force from them...but what the heck would that do? Everything would just end up passing right through him!

And soon enough, he heard their screams, just as the light was approaching. They reached the same deafening volumes from earlier, as he then covered his ears, grabbing his shirt at the same time to try and block out more of the noise.

There was nothing left to do, but...

"This is only a dream..." he thought over and over. "Just a dream..."

The screaming didn't stop.

"I need to wake up..."

He still could hear them clearly.

"WAKE UP, DANG IT! WAKE UP!"

The light was excruciating...

"WAKE UP!"

And suddenly, like lightning, he felt his body shift again. Another rush of wind passed through him as he wildly felt himself get teleported to a place.

In a matter of a couple of seconds, it all stopped. The noises...the blinding light...everything.

Danny Fenton literally flew up from his bedsheets, covered in icy sweat, and gasping as if he hadn't had any air for three years. His heart was of course, beating rapidly and it felt like he was about to go into shock at any moment.

In a panic, he looked at his surroundings, checked himself for injuries, and even looked at the time.

The answers were: the room was fine, he had no injuries, and it was 3:00 in the morning...

He was safe...things were as they should be.

Just another dream...that was all...

Closing his bloodshot eyes, he started calming down a bit, as he felt his breathing slowly returning to normal, his gasps becoming quieter and quieter with every passing second.

His mind running free, he recounted the past couple of nights. Although they weren't the exact same kind of nightmare he just had, there still stood the same feeling of despair from almost beginning to end...almost exactly like before...

And that familiar light was seen in that vision he had just previously.

But...it couldn't be. This whole thing...wasn't happening again...was it?

Was it?

He didn't want it to happen again!

Forcing himself away from the subject, he tried to think up soothing thoughts. Anything that came to his head, as long as it drew away from it.

"No one's coming after me...I'm not disappearing...no one's crying...there isn't anyone calling out for me..."

"Danny?" asked a voice behind him.

The voice made him jump as he tried to see who it came from at the same time. Through blurry vision, he traced his eyes around the outline of the one who spoke

And there stood a girl that he wasn't expecting to see...

"Jazz?" he asked unbelievably. "No...impossible!"

She wasn't in her worldly attire, but now wore the black coat that he had envisioned of. She didn't seem to be listening, as she walked towards him, saying his name as it echoed throughout the walls, stretching one hand out to him.

"Danny..." she said ethereally. "Remember..."

"R-Remember?" he asked, completely terrified of her advances. "W-What are you saying?"

"Remember..." she repeated, getting ever closer to him.

Finding no way around it, he felt pinned against the wall of his bedroom. He could've went intangible and fallen through, but his mind was too pre-occupied to even think of anything else right now.

"No..." he said, believing she was a mere figment of his imagination. "Get away!"

But she didn't, as now she was right in front of him, her ghostly legs phased through the bedframe. Closing her eyes, she leaned out to him with her outstretched arm.

"Get away!" he yelled again, fearing that she was going to harm him, his heart beating fast once again. "GET AWAY!"

Danny watched in fear as her hand didn't do anything to him at all. Instead, her palm reached for his chest and he watched it phase right through him, but only barely. It was like she was only trying to touch the surface.

"Remember this..." she said, pulling her hand away.

He may have been only slightly relieved, but he was still freaked out. "Jazz...please...talk to me...remember what?"

She stood there like an idle statue, her eyes closed, not saying anything else. But she was still standing right above him.

"JAZZ!" he yelled. "What do I have to remember?"

A creaking noise suddenly made him stop, as he then turned quiet. Looking around in fear, it was as if the whole room was shaking along with the noise. Whatever it was, it sounded like it was coming from outside the walls...

"Jazz..." he said, still hoping she would hear. "W-What's going on?"

But he never got a chance to hear anything else. Suddenly, the walls of his room completely collapsed, now letting free the thing that they had been trying to hold back.

Water.

His last image of Jazz disappeared as what seemed like millions of gallons of water poured into the room, giving him absolutely no time to brace himself.

He was flailing, trying to swim anywhere to find a surface, as long as it led him to oxygen. But it felt like no matter how hard he was trying, there seemed like there wasn't any place to go.

He was drowning...and there wasn't anything he could do...

"Help..." he cried feebly into the water. But he only emitted one very large oxygen bubble.

His flailing of desperation started slowing down, as he was running out of air. He was sinking, reaching out blindly for anything.

"Anyone...please...help...Me..."

And somehow, he heard a voice. It was faint, but he could hear it.

"Danny...wake up..."

But...how could he...? He had already woken up...

"Danny...DON'T DO THIS TO US! WAKE UP!"

And the surrounding water evaporated around him...he clutched at his own throat...he was breathing air!

Something caught in his throat...it didn't seem to be any foreign object, but it felt like something else. It felt like...

...a gasp?

He let it free...and at the same time opened his eyes.

The vision of his room melted away and his surroundings completely changed in what seemed like the blink of an eye. It was a different room altogether...

He had lost his memories altogether...where was he?

"Danny!" yelled a familiar voice. "What was that? What happened to you?"

Not wondering what to believe anymore, his eyes shifted to the source, where he found himself looking into a pair of lilac eyes. He knew her name...but after all the stress he was feeling, it took him a while to remember...

"S-Sam?" he asked, his voice shaking.

"Don't worry...you'll be all right..." she said, fearful for her friend, putting a hand on his shivering shoulder. "Tucker and Valerie are coming back...don't worry...things'll be fine..."

Tucker? Valerie? They were here, too?

He was as confused as ever.

A/N: And that's where I'll leave you for now. I've seriously got to try and find more time to write this...but in the meantime, how about a review?