Hello fellow readers! Sorry for the long wait. Long week at my job.

Anyway, before we start, I'd like to run something by here: Has anyone ever wondered what a Danny Phantom story would be like if he ever ran ghosts…of real people?

For example, I've had in my mind an idea of ghosts of real life rock stars (such as Elvis, John Lennon, David Bowie, etc) haunting Amity Park. What would you think of seeing a story like that? Let me know in the reviews!

Now, onto the story!

Warning: This first part can get intense. Turn back now if you don't have a strong stomach.

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It was a typical lunch hour at Casper High School.

All the students were seated in their usual spots: Dash, Paulina, Kwan, and the other popular kids were all seated in the popular kids' table, while Tucker and Sam sat at the table deemed for losers and outcasts. Jazz was sitting by herself, away from both tables.

Of course, one student was notably missing from the lunchroom.

"Hey, where's Danny?" Sam asked, confused by the raven-haired boy's absence.

"Yeah, that is weird," Tucker replied, but shrugged it off. "He's probably just watching more videos by that angry video game nerd in the computer lab. Maybe Lancer caught him and he's now in his office."

"Come to think of it, I haven't seen him all day today," Sam pointed out.

"Huh. Yeah, neither have I. This isn't like him, even now," Tucker said, referring to the increasing amount of stress Danny was going through.

"Boy, when Fenturd gets here…" Oop, speak of the devil… "We're gonna have some fun!" Tucker and Sam heard the all-too-familiar voice of Dash from their table, and the corresponding laughter from whatever he was telling them. The two outcasts rolled their eyes. When would Dash finally lay off and stop picking on Danny? Even Jazz from her table looked at them in disapproval. She was concerned that her brother would need to see a therapist from all the abuse he was taking from them. She heard him acting strangely lately, with sudden mood swings and uneven grades on his homework and assignments. She was beginning to worry that he was taking the painkillers that their parents kept in their medicine cabinet at home.

Suddenly, Danny entered the cafeteria. Only, something was extremely off about him. He walked in with his fists clenched so tightly that they were white. But the biggest change about him was his typical white shirt, blue jeans and red shoes were gone. They were replaced by black steel-toed boots and a long sand-colored trenchcoat.

Tucker was the first to take notice. "Well, there's Danny. But what's up with him? When did he start wearing all that stuff?"

Sam turned her head and saw Danny. However, Danny wasn't walking toward their table, but rather, toward Dash's. His outfit and fists suddenly put some bad thoughts in her head. "Oh no," she gasped softly and gulped. She sensed trouble was coming.

"Hey, Fenturd!" The idiotic football shouted, oblivious to the imminent actions. He tossed his empty soda can at Danny, which hit him in the head. But Danny didn't seem to care. Or even really notice that anything hit him.

"Hey, back off!" Dash shouted. "This is where the cool people cool! You're not cool, Fenturd!"

But so-called Fenturd did not listen, and only continued walking forward.

"Fenton!" Finally Dash called him by his real name. "Are you deaf? Get the hell away from here!" Paulina was about to shout something at Danny, but quickly noticed Danny reaching into his trenchcoat. Now she was beginning to fear something bad happening.

She wasn't alone. "Uh….Dash?" Kwan asked.

"What?!" He turned his head to scowl at Kwan but turned back to face Danny when he noticed him doing something out of the corner of his eye.

Danny was pulling something out of his trenchcoat. Something that every high school student, parent of a high school student, and high school staff member feared.

A sawed-off shotgun.

Danny crushed the soda can with his boot and loaded some shells into his shotgun and then he cocked it. The shotgun was now locked and loaded and ready to fire.

Dash, Kwan, Paulina, and everybody else who saw the sight now looked scared. Danny was walking toward them with a deadly weapon, right after being teased and mocked…for the last time. His face was emotionless. Well, actually, no. It wasn't. There was emotion on his face. Rage. Pure, unadulterated rage. Directed at the school bully who had now pushed him too far and was going to pay for it.

Dash, to say the least, was terrified. With his weapon and rage-filled face, he was now afraid of Danny: The one person he had bullied. At that point, the only sounds he could hear were his and Kwan's heavy and fast breathing and his own heart slamming against his ribcage. He had to do something, and fast. He also had to be careful because Danny now had a ranged weapon that could end his life in an instant. But as Danny got closer to the table, and now aiming his firearm, Dash put his hands up, and quietly and timidly said, "Hey-hey, Danny. T-Take it easy, huh? Is…is…is this necessary? Can't we just, you know, talk? OK, maybe I shouldn't have-"

Except for the ones who saw the prior events unfold, everyone in the cafeteria all at once found out what Danny was doing. A shotgun blast rang out through the cafeteria. Everyone turned to look in its' direction and what they saw was Dash flying backwards, his arms flailing in despair and with a visible hole in his stomach with blood leaking out of it.

"Oh my God!"

"Danny's got a gun!"

"He shot Dash!"

Screams of terror from panicked students rang out through the cafeteria. Many of them started to flee the scene, leaving behind their lunches, and for some of them, their cell phones, for once more concerned about their lives than their electronics. Tucker and Sam ducked under their table, with Jazz joining them.

Kwan tried to run for his life, but he wasn't quick enough to escape the shotgun shell that shot him in the back, sending him flying not too far from where Dash now lay bleeding.

Danny then turned his attention to Paulina, now shaking in fear for her life. In a way, she thought Danny now looked sexy, but the fact that he wasn't afraid to outright kill people ruined it for her. "D-Danny, don't," she stuttered. She sighed in relief for a moment after Danny put his shotgun down, but panicked again when he reached into his trenchcoat and pulled out a pair of Glock 17 pistols.

"DANNY, PLEASE!" She begged him, with tears streaming down her cheeks, but Danny ignored her pleas and simply unloaded his pistols into her chest, knocking her over backwards, with many bullet holes visible in her chest.

As Paulina lay on the ground, crying in pain, Danny then walked away from the table and towards the loser's table.

Sam, Tucker, and Jazz saw him walking over, scared out of their skulls. Sam hugged Tucker tightly, preparing for the end. Jazz was also scared, but still had a pleading look on her face. "Danny," she squeaked. "I'm your sister. We're your friends. Please don't hurt us."

Danny stood and stared at them for a while, then walked away from them. Although still feeling it was too early to let their guards down, the trio was grateful Danny didn't harm them, proving that he wasn't completely mentally unstable.

Danny once again turned his attention to Dash. Dash was lying on the ground, groaning from the pain, and wincing in fright at the pool of blood he was lying in. Then he saw Danny walking over to him, every one of his footsteps sounding like a roar of thunder. Danny put one of his pistols away, but still kept one of them out. As he got closer, Dash feared the absolute worst was going to happen. All he could do now was the first thing that came into his head. "WAIT! Fenton! No! Don't shoot me! I'm sorry! I'm sorry for everything! Don't shoot me and I'll never be-"

But Danny ignored him again and coldly aimed his pistol and Dash and shot him in the head, his rage-filled face being the last thing Dash ever saw. The trio under the table wincing at the sight, and the blood and brains that came out.

Next, Danny turned his attention at the other students fleeing from the cafeteria. Danny reached into his trenchcoat again and pulled out his deadliest weapon yet: A homemade pipe bomb.

He activated it and tossed it over at the crowd rushing to the exit of the school building. The trio closed their eyes and covered their ears as an explosion rang out, destroying the school's entrance doors, with a big cloud of blood and smoke covering it.

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Jazz woke up with a huge gasp. She sprang forward on her bed, clutching her blankets tightly. She was drenched in sweat. After breathing heavily for a minute, she sighed in relief. The whole thing was just a dream. It didn't actually happen.

But it felt so real.

She spent a moment to get her thoughts together, and then it dawned on her: Is that really how Danny feels towards his peers? She knew he struggled in high school. She knew that he was often a victim of bullying and on the lower end of the social chain at Casper High, but if he hated it so much that he wanted to open fire on them, then there was a serious problem.

Jazz tried her best to stay out of her brother's business. She knew that before she was overprotective of him and tried to shield him from things that she thought would warp and corrupt his mind. Usually it was their parents' obsessions with hunting ghosts, but she stopped once she realized he didn't need her to protect him.

But this? Danny being a killer? This was something to be concerned about. She wasn't afraid that she'd be overprotective about this. What she was worried was that Danny's mind might be so corrupted from being bullied that he'd actually do this.

Jazz buried her face into her pillow and cried into it. That nightmare was enough to convince her that Danny was going through so much torment in his life right now. And the thought of that broke her heart. She never liked seeing her little brother in pain, especially not this much.

She had to do something. She didn't want to stand at the funerals of her classmates and Danny himself feeling guilty that she didn't do enough to prevent it from happening. But now, she felt she could do something, and she was going to.

It was 4 AM. She got out of her bed and walked over to Danny's bedroom. She quietly opened his door, being careful not to wake him up.

Danny was obviously asleep, and looked like he was calm. But Jazz could see some wrinkles on his face and eyes, implying that he lost some sleep. Maybe it was from his social life, maybe it was from all the time he spent fighting ghosts, maybe it was something else entirely that Jazz didn't know about. But Jazz didn't care what was causing his insomnia. She just wanted to stop it.

Then she heard Danny whimper in his sleep. He spoke out some incoherent gibberish as well, but it sounded really scared and pained.

Danny was then starting to thrash in his bed. That was enough. She silently walked over to his bed, so not to wake him up, then she leaned over and whispered into his ear, "Danny? Is everything okay?"

Danny only whimpered some more. But he sounded like he was saying, "No…not O…Don't let…them…"

Jazz immediately felt like questioning Danny as to who he was talking about, but decided not to, since it didn't matter who was giving him problems, just that he was having problems. And now he was lying flat on his stomach, his blankets and comforter twisted around his body, his body tense and scrunched up, and he was digging his fingers into his pillow, clutching it so tightly his knuckles turned white.

In worry, Jazz leaned over and massaged his shoulders. Danny seemed to be relaxing at that, his in-sleep moaning and whimpering slowed down and eventually stopped. His body relaxed, and his hands let go of the sheets, restoring the color in them.

Jazz sighed, realizing her brother was now at peace with whatever inner battle he was fighting. She fixed up his bed sheets, so that they were no longer wrapping around his body threateningly but instead comforting him, as they should.

"Thank…Ja…" Danny moaned in his sleep.

Jazz smiled. She couldn't tell whether Danny was still asleep or if he actually knew she was there, but she didn't care. All she knew was that she made him feel better, and that was all that mattered. It may have been the middle of the night, but when Danny needed help, she would always be there, no matter what time it may be.

"Anytime, Danny," she said softly and sweetly. She gave him a kiss on his forehead and whispered, "I love you, Danny. I'll always be here for you." From the tips of his mouth, Jazz could swear she saw a smile creeping up.

She tiptoed out of his room, being careful not to bump into the bowling ball that was on his floor (why did he even have that there? Jazz often asked), stepped out into the hall, quietly closing the door behind her.

She walked over to her and Danny's bathroom, got herself a glass of water, then returned to her bedroom. She climbed into bed, feeling very satisfied knowing that he was now doing better because of her. She covered herself with her blankets, and even though she was still a little shaken up by her nightmare, it didn't take long for her to return to sleep.

Jazz remembered how Danny would always be there for her, whether it was to prevent that dreaded new counselor Penelope Spectra from killing her peppy mood, or when Johnny 13 made her so lovestruck that she turned her back on him and kept yelling at him for spying on them, even though he was actually trying to save her. But despite all that, he never gave up on her.

And she would never give up on him. She would always be there for him.

She was a big sister. That was her job.

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Sorry it took so long for me to update this story. My job was one factor, but the biggest one was writing Jazz's nightmare where Danny was a school shooter. It's not that I had writer's block and didn't know what to write. It was that writing it was very uncomfortable for me to do. I thought that it was very out of character for Danny, which, being that it was a dream, was excusable, but it was still hard for me to write Danny randomly coming to Casper High to kill his classmates. If you thought it was hard to read, I bet it was even harder for me to write. But I still tried to pull through. I found watching the YouTube series Freeman's Mind helped me to either concentrate or take my mind off of writing the difficult parts. Whatever the case, it helped.

Sorry for the long wait, but don't worry. I promise the next chapter will come sooner.

Until then, you know how to contact me if you wish to speak to me, and I'll see you later!