This is how the votes are so far:

Dash figures it out on his own: 5

He isn't smart enough to figure it out, but still finds out: 1

Danny is forced to transform: 8

Danny should flat-out tell Dash: 1

There were also 3 people who want him to find out but didn't state a preferred method.

I'm thinking I'm gonna... wait, why am I telling you this? You'll find out when you read the rest of the fic!

And to answer a question from Daphne22, Dash was so afraid of the dark and so thankful to have a light, (plus being so moronic- is that a word?) that he didn't question where the glowing green ball came from. Danny just created a different type of ectoblast that he can control after it leaves his hand. Hey, we've read it in tons of other fics, and I've often wondered if he will ever get that power in the series, so why not put it in here?

So, let's get on to Chapter 3: Stolen Self-Control.

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Danny was getting bored. They had been walking through the semi-dark hall for a long time now. He had mostly guessed correctly as far as which direction to go when they came to a fork, though they occasionally had to turn around at a dead end.

Spying something ahead, Danny paled and allowed the floating green ball to disintegrate. He wasstill amazed that Dash was too afraid of the darkness surrounding him to wonder where the ball had come from. A faint red-tinted glow remained on the walls, coming from around the next corner.

Dash took off for the light, not wanting to be in the darkness for any longer than he had to.

Reaching out, Danny was barely able to grab the larger boy's arm. Planting his feet firmly, he pulled back and somehow managed to stop the quarterback from moving further forward.

Dash turned to him, anger showing plainly in his defiant purple eyes.

Danny nervously hissed, "Haven't you learned anything from living in the most haunted city on Earth?"

The bully noticeably became paler now. "You think it's a ghost?"

Danny rolled his eyes sarcastically, "No, I think it's the other being that's been terrorizing the town and glows."

Keeping low and close to the wall, Danny ignored Dash's reaction and moved forward. He poked his head around the corner. The boy suddenly stumbled backward with a loud grunt, then turned to Dash.

With one swift arm motion he had Dash pinned tightly against the stone.

The larger boy felt his breath leave his lungs as Danny landed a hard punch to his stomach, then another to his jaw.

Dash swung a fist at Danny, but missed as Danny leaped out of the way with the same uncanny grace he had used earlier in the "fight" against Danny Phantom.

Dash suddenly found himself pinned to the wall by the wrists, Danny's grip amazingly and unnaturally strong.

His wrists were released as Danny spun around; Dash saw what was coming but had no time to avoid it as a powerful roundhouse kick caught him in the ribs.

Gasping for air and gaping at the boy he normally bullied, Dash realized something.

The eyes staring at him from under a mop of ebony hair were not sky blue as they usually were, but were a deep blood red.

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I was going to cut off the chapter here, but it wasn't even a page on Microsoft Word (which I obviously don't own!), and all the others are at least 50 percent bigger than that, so I decided to combine chapters three and four. Aren't you all happy? Applause gives you bonus points (and extra prizes)!

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This was a startling realization. Whoever it was beating him up, it wasn't the person he picked on. It may have been Danny's body, but the crimson eyes looking at him now definitely did not belong to the teen he was used to.

Another hard blow to the head snapped Dash out of his reverie and snapped his shoulder against the wall. He grunted in pain, thinking something along the lines of that hurting tomorrow.

Then yet another thought occurred to him. This was Danny Fenton's body beating him up here. Fenton may not be in control, but that doesn't mean that Dash can't still pummel him.

Fear in addition to anger fueled the hard cuff that he managed to land on Danny's shoulder. The boy was sent reeling into the wall, snapping his head back on the stone with a loud crack.

He hardly seemed to notice the blow, shaking it off and coming back.

The next thing the quarterback knew, he was on the ground with Danny's foot on his chest, pressing harder and harder and now he can't breathe and thinks he's going to pass out from lack of air and the pressure just keeps coming and his ribs are going to shatter into a million pieces soon unless this great weight is lifted.

Just as he was about to enter the long dark tunnel with the light at the end, he felt the weight on the foot let up slightly, then a lot.

His vision clears to see the red eyes flicker back to deep ocean blue. The usually crystal clear orbs are clouded with effort as Danny grunts softly, "The crystal ball…"

Then he is on his knees and his eyes are turning back to crimson as his face lights up in maddening hatred for the one before him.

Dash manages to stand up and sprint toward the corner. Upon rounding it he sees a glowing red ball on the end of a staff. It is held in the hand of some guy that is all painted up like a clown with red eyes and a huge grin on his face.

Dash's eyes narrow at the new person, mumbling, "I hate clowns."

Then as Freak Show cowers, he swings a punch. It hits dead on and the ringmaster lets go of the staff as he staggers several feet to the left.

Now Danny is darting around the corner and slamming into Dash, taking him down with ease.

Dash manages to get his feet up over him and throws Danny off of him, demanding an answer from Freak Show at the same time. "What did you do to him?"

The clown laughed. "I simply removed his self-control. He is doing nothing that he has not thought about before, and nothing beyond his own abilities."

Now Danny was back with another blow to the stomach and Dash was flying backward from the force.

His back hit the staff where it was leaning against the wall.

It teetered for a few seconds before falling with a tremendous crash as it shattered on the floor. A blue mist left it and flew into Danny's chest.

He staggered back a few steps before a red mist flew out of him and dissipated in the air. His eyes returned to their normal cerulean blue for a split second before they closed and the boy collapsed in a heap on the ground.

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Aren't I great? I love cliffys unless I'm reading them... as long as I'm the writer and I know how it's gonna turn out, I'm fine with them. When I'm reading them... well, let's just say I'm at the head of the mob of frustrated readers eager for the next update.

I'm leaving for camp tomorrow, and won't be back until next Saturday, so I'll update then.

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