Chapter two is brought to you by the awesomeness that is both Danny Phantom and inFAMOUS.

I see that I have slightly misjudged the market for this kind of fanfiction seeing as only a few people have even looked at it, but I shall remain persistent. I want to see this fiction from now to the end.

To ghostATR: Damn straight I am anxious over iF 2. inFAMOUS was the very first game I got for my PS3. Other games have come and gone, but inFAMOUS has outlived them all!

The only games I have kept longer than inFAMOUS are my favorites of the Final Fantasy series, which most certainly excludes twelve and thirteen, Kingdom Hearts, and Jak and Daxter.

And that's only because those games have been out longer.

Now:

-: Chapter Two:-

Danny, Sam and Tucker got to the seen just in time to see Cole zap the piss out of one of the Reapers. They heard someone call out that it was safe and people swarmed to the food boxes.

Danny's eyes narrowed on McGrath when he saw electricity flowing over his right hand. He approached the man who, though not a friend, was at least a close acquaintance. When they had Elemental training, he would occasionally join them. That was where he learned the Thunder Drop.

Even so, Danny wouldn't let Cole stop other people from eating, no matter what the reason was.

He placed a hand on McGrath's shoulder and said, with a sureness in his voice that let the older man know he was serious about it, "Don't... I'll put you down." He emphasized this by making his hand chilly, though not enough to make ice, but enough for Cole to feel the freezing touch through his clothing.

Cole looked at Danny, who was watching his girlfriend give some candy to a few kids that had gathered, smiling as they celebrated the meager treat. He estimated if he'd be able to take the kid out.

Before he could really contemplate it, Trish came up to him, a smile on her face.

"Cole, thanks for getting rid of the Reapers. These people might not have survived much longer without some fresh food."

Cole was silent for a moment before shrugging off Danny's hand and saying, "Just doing what's right."

He had no idea he was about to be screwed over by a douche on a big screen.

The static flickering indicative of the TV Hacker was heard and on the big viewing screen, extremely visible from the park, the guy stood there, "Yo, check this, people. We've been looking for the asshole that started this mess since day one, and we found him!" A video of Cole walkin' down the street showed up on the big screen, blurry but recognizeable, "This guy's Cole McGrath. He's the punk that blew up the Historic and he's the reason everything went to hell around here! If you see him, run. He's dangerous like you wouldn't believe. Voice of Survival, out."

Danny had stepped away from Cole when the man started talking to Trish. He had assumed that with the man's girlfriend there, there would be no more trouble.

But after that announcement from the TV Hacker things took a turn for the worst. Trish seemed to take the news the hardest. She simply held a picture of her dead sister, killed in the explosion in the Historic, and looked at Cole with a kind of contempt...

Danny frowned and looked away from the scene. That was his worst nightmare. Not with Sam. He knew that Sam, Tucker, and himself would be together till the end of time, if it came to it, but his parents...

Everything about his parents involvement with ghosts pointed to the conclusion that they would either hate him or want him dead. He wasn't sure he could bare the weight of the look Trish was giving Cole from his own parents.

Looking around them, everyone was beginning to crowd around, mumbling things to each other with glares directed at Cole. Some of them began to pick up stones and anything they could use as weapons.

This lit a figurative fire in Danny's eyes. He looked to Tucker and Sam, getting subtle nods.

"Cole, get out of here, we'll cover you."

McGrath sat there for a few moments and gave him a look mixed with gratitude and anger, though not really directed at Danny. He nodded and took off, using parkour and his new found powers to flee before the crowd could get too riled up.

Danny looked to Zeke who looked, for once, like he was thinking heavily. He shook it off and looked in the direction Cole had run, deciding to follow his friend.

"Hey!" Danny shouted at all of the people, momentarily gaining their attention, "What the hell do you think you're doing!"

Some of the people looked confused, while others began to say that they were chasing the terrorist, but Danny interrupted them.

"No! You're picking a scapegoat out of a crowd of thousands! So what if the TV Jacker says he did it! How do you know that it's him! Did you witness him set the bomb off!"

Sam and Tucker were standing at his side now, glaring at the parks occupants.

"Yeah," Sam spoke up, "Did you not just see him get the food for everyone? Protect the food for everyone?"

"...But... But he has those freaky powers!" A chorus of 'Yeah's followed after this.

Danny didn't bother to respond to that. He just glared darkly at the man that said it then turned and stalked off, his form stiff with the rage induced by the comment of that ignorant man. It was an unwanted reminder of his everlasting outlaw status in his hometown. Worse, what he'd always feared his parents would say about him.

Sam, however had something to say, "You know what you sound like?" she asked the crowd, a growl in her voice, "You sound like the KKK." That brought gasps and vehement denials. She raised her voice to be heard over the louder speakers, "You PERSECUTE anyone not like you, anyone different."

She then followed the path of her boyfriend, Tucker following after her, deciding he had nothing to add to what was already said.

-: Cryo Spear:-

Meanwhile, outside of the quarantine, Vlad Masters was finding himself to be more and more annoyed as time went by.

He was the richest man on this side of the state, he had more contacts than most people had books, both ghostly and human, and, adding in his ghost powers, he was not a man with whom to fuck.

And yet, his every entrance into Empire city was blocked, either by the regular military, or the Guys in White, or, strangely enough, the FBI. The last time he tried to bribe his way into the city he found himself face to face with three FBI spooks, all equipped with ecto-disruptive pistols. They assured that they knew exactly what he was and exactly what their guns would do to him. They told him how, up to that point, they had left him alone because he wasn't really hurting anyone.

Ruining other businesses was of no concern to them. Interfering in government matters... He'd find himself full ghost very quickly.

He'd had no choice but to back off. For a little while.

To be sure, he would find a loophole, a gap in their defenses, a weakness for him to exploit. Then, once he had Danny, he would show them the error of messing with him. They'd rue the day they denied him anything.

"It's always such a bother," a voice startled him out of his irritated musing, "when the government gets involved."

Vlad whirled around, a frown on his face already becoming fierce. What he saw was an old man in white clothing, wearing some kind of weird device on his right that had glowing blue lenses.

"Who are you? What are you doing in my room?" Vlad demanded.

"Is that anyway to talk to an ally," the man paused and grinned at Vlad with a malicious split of his aged face, "Plasmius?"

-: Rapid Fire:-

After taking a few minutes to cool off the three halfa's tried to trace where they thought Cole would go.

It was about twenty minutes before he found them, walking along with Zeke back to the big man's place.

The moment he saw them, Cole waved them over, a serious look on his face.

Once they were on his little rooftop sanctuary he began explaining what happened after they covered his escape.

"... It was some kind of device that drains all the the electricity out of every living thing in range and then pushes it all into the holder of the sphere."

"Damn man!" Zeke exclaimed, "That thing dishes out superpowers! We gotta get it back," he didn't need to say, 'So I can use it.'

"Yeah," Cole said with a roll of his eyes, "I could use a side kick." He ignored Zeke's comments about Zeke Jedediah Dunbar being no man's side kick.

"But you three are the anomolies. How you survived the blast, how you got the powers. Moya said there was something fishy about it."

Before Danny could founder about with an excuse Sam stepped up to the plate. She'd apparently thought a lot about what exactly to say if the questions ever came up. Good thing too. Danny was gonna say something about being the lucky three in ten thousand and hoped it floated.

"I dunno for sure," she started, "But I think it has to do with what we did at the time. Danny, especially. See, we were a long ways away from where you were, Cole. Just about at the edge of the island. When the sphere went off the three of us were only caught in it partially, Danny more so than Tucker and I cause he tried to push us into safety.

"Maybe, by then, the sphere wasn't able to kill us."

Zeke and Cole looked at each other and shrugged. Sounded good to them.

"And your powers? How'd ya get those?" Zeke pressed now, wanting to know how to do it himself.

Tucker's turn, "Dude, the human brain, in all but a few cases, is only about ten percent active through out a person's life. I'm betting what we can do," he lifted himself off the ground with a bit of wind manipulation, "is something to do with the other ninety percent. The- Ray Sphere?- Ray Sphere, didn't kill us, but what if it changed us, up here," he tapped his head.

"Sounds good to me," the voice of a woman suddenly piped up from Cole's shoulder. His phone was apparently on.

That brought frowns from everyone.

"What the hell-" Cole began but was interrupted by Moya.

"You're my only agent on the inside, Cole. I'm monitoring all of your conversations."

"Oh, that's great. Don't remember that in the fine print," he snarked.

"The Fine Print, Cole, is that somewhere in that city is a weapon. A weapon capable of such destruction that I wouldn't even want to imagine what would happen if the First Sons finally get it working again. If you think there's any rules, regulations, or code of conduct for this scenario then you need to wake up!"

"Yeah, whatever. Anything else you want?"

"Yes, actually, several things. First," She went on to explain some things that needed done around the city. Some kind of weird interference from a nearby roof top, one of her agents gone missing, and a medic in need of help.

"I can take care of the interference," Tuck said, "just need to find the source, then I can hack it, maybe even figure out who's doing it and why."

"Sam and I can handle helping out the medic," Danny piped up, "That should really help out the people here if we can get a working clinic up and running."

"Guess I'm going after the agent then," Cole nodded to the other three.

"Great, get going." Moya got in the final word then clicked the phone off. Of course, if what she said about monitoring his conversations was true, she was still listening.

"Okay," Sam ventured, "So, we all meet up back hear after it's all said and done?"

A round of nods.

-: Typhoon Bullet:-

Sam and Danny arrived in the alley and saw the medic there, pacing back and forth nervously, waiting for help. Moya had contacted him, briefly, not that he knew her name, and told him that people were coming to help.

"Hey," Danny greeted quietly, "You called for help?"

The guy snapped his head in their direction and after a few seconds inspection, a frown alighted his face.

"What? You're it! You're just a couple kids!" he exclaimed, gesticulating wildly.

Sam just grinned and conjured a fireball that she proceeded to throw from hand to hand like a baseball, "Believe me, we can handle it."

-: Hail Grenade:-

Tucker found the source of the interference pretty easy. It was a satellite dish, a small one, and it had a memory card on it. Shrugging, Fole pulled the memory card and set it into his PDA. A few seconds of tapping at the hand held device yielded unsatisfactory results.

"Aw, man," Tucker groaned, "The encryption is in parts. I gotta get at least two more of these things before I can get anything solid out of this." He ignored the fact that he was talking to himself.

"Let's see, the other dishes should have the same kind of interference signal emitting from them so I just need to..." his voice lowered to the point of inaudability as he continued to mess with his PDA, hacking the signal he'd found earlier and setting his hand held to make a kind of sonar for other satellite dishes.

Almost immediately, he got seven in range hits.

"Whoa, this looked like it's gonna be something big," he lifted himself into the air and began to soar to the next closest dish.

And found himself almost shot in the head by some Reapers lurking on the roof tops.

"Hey!" he shouted down at the red clothed men, "Watch where your aiming those things, damn it!"

The reapers looked at each other for a moment before aiming their weapons and sending a rail of deadly gunfire at the gale-mancer.

An indignant squawk of fear had followed Tucker as he dropped about twenty feet straight down to avoid their fire before he bum rushed them and unleashed a huge gust of wind right into their guts at point blank. The powerful gusts sent the two Reapers flying to collide with a wall and water tower respectively, thankfully neither one falling off the roof.

Sure, they had tried to kill him, and had killed countless others, but Tucker wasn't sure if he wanted to, or would ever want to, take a life.

"Hey," he said as he got a better look around the roof, "There's the dish." Just about then the lights for the entire district went out.

-: Inferno Blast:-

Sam and Danny could be found in their shared bedroom back at Jazz's apartment. Sam was holding on to Danny for dear life. Danny was practically catatonic, staring down at his hand with almost imperceptible horror.

Sam was trying to reassure the young man that he did the right thing, that he was not evil, that she knew he wouldn't do that again if he could help it, but nothing was getting through.

Danny just continued to sit there, shutting out the world as he stared at his hands. His blood stained hands.

-: Flashback:-

Things were going well.

The Reapers may have had guns, but that was all they had. Their coordination sucked, they couldn't shoot that well, and the only form of teamwork they employed was in not trying to shoot each other, which they weren't too good at.

Even with the half dozen or so of them that there were, it was almost too easy for Sam and Danny to take them out.

Then it happened.

Sam was focused on one of the Reapers before her, being careful not to use her powers- it would be all too easy to kill one of these idiots with the heat she could produce- when another one snuck up behind her.

Sam didn't even know he was there and Danny, who just noticed the thug as he raised his shotgun to the Goth's head, was too far away to tackle the guy or deflect the gun away from his girlfriend's head.

"SAM!" Danny yelled in a mix of fear and anxiety as he tried to run to save her despite knowing the distance would be impossible to cross in time, even if he were in his phantom form.

Hearing her boyfriend shout her name, Sam turned around and found her self face to barrel with a sawed off shotgun about to plan a full shot right into her head. She screwed her eyes shut, praying to whatever deity that may be listening to at least make sure Danny would be okay without her, when...

Nothing happened. No bang, no pain, no... anything really.

Well, that's not completely true.

There was a sound, a fleshy thunking sound.

Opening her eyes to see happened, Sam was surprised to find the Reaper standing there, convulsing, a spike of ice through his heart from his back.

-: End Flashback:-

First, Danny had checked to make sure that Sam was okay, then he realized exactly what he'd done. He realized that he killed a man. He realized that he wanted to kill that man. Perhaps worst of all, to him at least, he felt joy at seeing that man dead.

Morbidly, he wondered whether or not that was how his future self felt every time he ended a life. If it started out small like this, just protecting himself, then escalated, like some kind of drug. He wondered if this was the first step to becoming a mass murdering evil bastard. He wondered-

Bam!

Danny cried out in pain and his hand flew to his left cheek.

Standing over him was his sister, staring down at him with a half lidded gaze that made her appear unimpressed with his exclamation.

"What the hell, Jazz!"

"That's enough, Danny," his older sister said to him, crossing her arms again.

"Enough what?" He was still trying to rub the pain out of his cheek. That wasn't a slap just to get his attention, it was like the ultimate judo slap of pain. He must have done something to really piss Jazz off.

"Enough moping, Danny. You were in the right."

"In the right? IN THE RIGHT! I KILLED a man!"

"TO SAVE SAM!" Jazz roared louder than he had, "If you hadn't done anything that girl right there," she pointed to Sam, who looked devastated herself after the whole ordeal, "would be DEAD!"

"But I could have done something else! I didn't have to kill him! Bad guys kill, Vlad kills! I'm not a bad guy!"

"Fine, tell me how else you could have stopped him, tell me what nonlethal maneuver could have stopped him from killing Sam."

Danny glared at her and opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. His first thought was to just freeze the guy. But that would have killed him too.

Next was to hit the weapon out of his hands. But he didn't have the right angle for that.

He could have fired the spike at the guys arm, but that could cause him to squeeze the trigger in pain, then there was no sure way to make it that the guy didn't bleed to death while the hospitals were closed.

Danny went on and on, thinking up other things that he could have done to stop the guy, but nothing worked that didn't have a chance of killing the man that tried to kill Sam.

"I... I... I don't know," He was pulled into a hug by his sister, soon joined by his girlfriend, as he finally came to terms with what had happened.

He had killed a man, but there were some extenuating circumstance. Murder was still bad, and he would still try to figure out ways to end everything without killing anyone, but he was on the path to accepting that death was a part of life.

-: End chapter:-

A/N: sorry this is so late, but I'm easily distracted. You'll have to thank EmeraldWolf for this chapter too. I don't think that without him I'd have gotten to this as soon as I did.

Also, sorry that this is kind of short, but I wanted to address the necessity of death in certain situations and Danny's coming to terms with it. It is kind of pivotal to this story that certain people die, and if Danny is stuck being a self righteous cuss, refusing to kill anyone no matter what, then more people would suffer than if that person had died.

Next chapter will be a bit of a skip to later. Not gonna tell ya how far, but not too far I assure ya.