Edited: September 27, 2010

Author's Note: I'm sorry for not updating as fast as I could. I still have to work in church three hours max and there stacking up assignments one by one 'till I can't breathe. Well, here is the new chapter! Hope you enjoy :D

Disclaimer: You pretty much know the drill. If not, you know I don't own the concept of halfas, ok?

Beep… Beep…

Jason blinked sleepily for a few seconds. At first, he didn't know where he was or what day it was. He got up and rubbed his eyes, completely ignoring the fact he was on the floor. He lazily reached his hands out in front of him and began to look for his cellphone. He then collapsed on the ground again, eyes still not open. He then stood up and walked reeeeaaaaalllly slowly towards the desk. He was feeling his way through his room and as he felt the soft cushion that he recognized as 'bed', finally sat down and tried to look for his cellphone. Once it was found, he picked it up and flipped it open.

Jason was able to open his eyes for an inch to see what his cell read. It flashed the word 'Happy Birthday'. Being too tired for thinking straight, he began to wonder whose birthday it was. Then his eyes cracked wide open.

"OH FUDGE!" Jason screamed out loud in frustration. The first few minutes into the day and he just forgot his own birthday! He checked the time in his cell and it was six o' clock. He didn't want to be punished, not today. If Mr. Ishiyama caught him, he'll be dead. He raced to his closet and grabbed his everyday clothes and his favorite jacket and raced into the bathroom. He turned right then he collapsed against someone, hard.

"Hey, Jason what's the rush?" Danny said as he rubbed his head from the collision with his son.

"I'm sorry dad but I'm gonna be late," Jason said hurried as he picked up all of his clothes in a haste.

"Um, Jason, listen about the talk yesterday…"

"Some other time dad," Jason said as he stood up, his clothes already at hand. "I just don't want to get into any kind of trouble. I'll talk once I get home from school."

"But…"

It was too late. Jason ran into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. Danny sighed sadly and muttered to himself, "I lost your birthday present."

Jason was in the bathroom as he sighed deeply. "Great," he muttered to himself and said in a mocking voice, "'Fourteen is a greatest year for me. My life changed forever after that.' Tsk, yeah right. So far, first day of being fourteen, it's sucking like hell."

He then dumped all his clothes into the side of the sink and washed his face, for the sake of lowering his temper. He then looked up the mirror and saw, to his utter shock, nothing.

What the…

He rubbed his eyes, wishing it was all a hallucination and when he opened his eyes again, he could see himself yet a mysterious glint of green sparked mischievously at the side of his eyes.

"I must be dreaming," Jason muttered to assure himself. He reached out for a bar of soap then a few seconds later, he immediately let it go.

"Ouch!" He stared at the ground, the soap was now already a sizzling heap of white and… green?

He stared at the bar of melting soap. "What if," Jason said as he stared at his hands.

"Don't be stupid Jason," he said as he closed his hands back into a fist, "It's just a dream. It's just a stupid dream. Well, nightmare is more like it."

Once he was done with his bath, he was about to run downstairs until he heard loud voices coming from below.

"How can you lose it? You know what will happen once it's in the wrong hands. Might as well say good bye to…"

"Don't say that Sam! We don't know what happened, ok! It wasn't even part of the plan ok! You were the one who suggested…"

"Stop acting like a bunch of kids! Look when he comes down, what do you plan to say?"

"Say what?" Jason was already at the bottom of the stairs, looking around with a small frown on his face. His aunt Jazz bit her lip nervously as she stood in between his parents, now looking at him with a grave expression on their face. Aunt Danielle was on the couch, silently watching the whole scene. His grandparents were nowhere to be seen, probably still upstairs.

"What's going on?" Jason asked again, trying to keep his voice stern yet the fear from seeing his parents fight still firmly planted on his mind.

Everyone stood still for a few seconds, and then Jazz gently pushed Danny forward. He then scratched his head nervously as he looked at Sam and she silently shook her head side to side.

"Uh, Jason," Danny began after taking in a deep breath, "we won't be able to, um, get you any present today. We… kinda lost it. I'm, I mean we all are, really sorry. Maybe next week?"

Jason just silently stared at his father and then everyone else at this room. They looked damn serious to him. He felt a pang of sadness that was like a great storm coming along. He didn't know what else to say. Besides his birthday present being gone, it was he himself that caused a squabble between all the grown-ups and it made it twice the regret.

Crest fallen, Jason sighed and muttered, "It's alright. I'm getting late for school anyways."

With that, he ran upstairs, leaving all the adults guiltily looking upon one another.

"Well," Dani said, breaking the silence, "If you told him the truth, it would have been more unbelievable. I mean, how are we supposed to explain that he was supposed to have…"

"… ghost powers, I know," Daniel finished her sentence, frustratingly running his fingers through his hair, "We can't just walk up to him and tell him that. Another thing, we lost it, and that's the only birthday gift we got. We can't go to Clockwork anymore because we depended too much already that we'll disrupt the time stream," he sighed heavily as he collapsed on the sofa.

"We can forget about those ghost powers for awhile," Jazz said as she placed her hands on her hips, "Its Jason's birthday and look at us, we're fighting like little kids! We should be ashamed of ourselves. Think about it tomorrow."

Everyone nodded in agreement and Sam said, "Ok, Jazz is right. Our priority is Jason, not his powers."

"Unless it's half across the Zone and someone is already abusing its power."

They all stared at Danny angrily as he said with a shrug, "Just my opinion."

"ARGH! STUPID BAG!"

Everyone looked up and saw a rain of books and school supplies falling down the stairs. The next thing they saw was Jason muttering things about being fourteen as he picked it all up and hastily placing it inside his bag. He then threw his bag over his shoulders and marched angrily across the room as he muttered, "I'm going," and opened the door widely and slammed it shut.

Jazz rubbed her temples and said, "Can we just prepare for the party?" With that, she let for the kitchen.

Danny sighed deeply. He didn't know what to do anymore, especially being a father of two special kids. He bit his lips as he thought of the many possible things that could that happened to that little box. He hoped they could find it soon.

"So, how's your birthday so far?" asked Toni curiously as she sat down beside Jason during lunch time.

"Honestly," Jason said as he placed the milk carton on the table, "It sucks. I just got a failing grade a while ago in my math test and my parents are acting like total jerks this morning, on my birthday. Can't they just forget about it? Seriously…" he sighed heavily as he leaned forward as he dug his face deep into his arms.

Toni just looked at him as he began to flick his milk carton over and over again. She shrugged and said, "I'm sure your parents aren't going to fight for that long. They love you and as for your math test, I can help you later if you like. My parents aren't going to be at home tonight so I can stay there as long as I want."

"There's going to be a party later on so we might study a little late," Jason said.

"You don't look like the type for a big party."

"I know. My grandparents' idea last night. Most probably a dinner party. Are you going?"

Toni nervously fumbled her thumbs as Jason looked upon her. She gulped as she said, "I've never been invited to a party in a long time. I don't know if…"

"I'm sure it's fine besides, I can't suffer through the humiliation alone."

"Ok, I guess…"

"Well, well, look who it is."

Jason looked behind him and glared in utter disgust to see where the voice came from. It was none other than Mr. Waste-'Em-Bucks, Matthew Heathers. They both first met the other day, when Jason accidentally spilled orange juice over his oh-so-perfect jacket, which caused the immediate friction between these two. He was the complete opposite of Jason, his clothes were of a white polo with a black vest over it, his pants were made of fine fabric, his crimson hair reeked of an extremely expensive gel, and his shoes were as dark as his onyx eyes. Just looking at him made Jason close to puking at that very instant.

"Oh, Jason, I didn't know you had a girlfriend! Where did you find her? In the dumpster?"

"Shut up, Matt," Jason said in a dangerously low voice. Toni watched him as his eyes seemed to be blinking strange green light.

"Oh, I'm sorry to offend your precious. What are you going to do now, hotshot, let your girlfriend protect you?"

"Jason, get a hold of yourself," Toni said worriedly as she eyed Jason in fear, "He's really not worth our…"

He wasn't even listening. Blood was already rising to his ear, his temper was flaring. He barely noticed that the milk in the carton in his hand was boiling hot. His eyes were slowly being enveloped by the strange green Toni saw earlier. Her grip became tighter as she looked at Matt. He seemed enjoy making a hell out of Jason's day.

"What's wrong?" Toni said, trying to shake him back to normal.

"Oh dear," Matt said with a scoff, "He's not even fighting back. What a wimp!"

Jason had had it. He stood up immediately, nearly pushing Toni backwards. She looked up at him in pure shock as she tried to look into his eyes but it was being blocked by most of his hair but she could have sworn that he was giving of an almost soft glow. Meanwhile, Jason felt a crazy sensation flowing through his very veins. It was spreading all over, like an uncontrollable virus. He didn't know why exactly, but he familiarizes with it, though he didn't know how to stop it. It was as if it was responding to his emotions and multiplying it by ten fold. In this case, it was bad.

He looked up at Matt, who was now placed one foot backwards, but still keeping his stance.

"You sure have the guts to finally stand up. It was taking forever to…"

He never finished his sentence. He barely saw Jason move up to him, or get his hands onto his neck. Matt was barely breathing as Jason was piercing him with his seemingly dead eyes.

"What were you saying Matt?" Jason's voice seemed to echo. Unknown to both of them, they were gathering a crowd. Matt was completely frozen in fear as he tried to remove himself from Jason's grasp. It was too tight. Matt was looking around for his friends but he realized he left them thinking he can handle Jason on his own. His eyes widened as Jason's free hand closed into a fist, ready to hit him directly on his face.

"Any last words?" Jason's voice still deathly.

"JASON STOP IT!" Toni screamed from the crowd. Jason looked up at her as he saw the desperation in his eyes. All the energy he felt earlier slowly drained away as he shook his head and looked around in confusion. "Wha…"

It was Matt's chance. He felt Jason's grip loosen and after a few seconds, punched Jason directly at his jaw. Jason fell backwards on the floor and rubbed his jaw as he looked up at Matt. Jason suddenly felt a foot land on his face and he fell flat on the floor. Matt placed his foot on his chest as Jason breathed heavily in pain.

"You actually thought you could stop me?" Matt said with pride, "You're nothing. You're nothing more than your useless father."

"What do you know about my dad?" Jason said angrily.

"Why, my mom probably knows everyone she knew in her high school days and knows who to avoid. She especially talked on avoiding the insignificant, awkward, dumb bunch of friends named Tucker Foley, Sam Manson and Daniel FENTON."

Jason felt his heart being pierced right at the center. His dad never talked about his days in high school days. He always avoided the topic whenever Jason asked. Why didn't his dad just tell him?

"Oh and another thing, purple eyes, a trait of a MANSON, my mom would say. I know how much my mom disliked that little short tempered goth. I could see she did a horrible job raising you up. You even look a lot like her."

Jason was left speechless. How could he know all of what happened to his parent's past while Jason was left with no clue.

"So here is the result of two unwanted beings, something even dirtier than crap."

Jason had heard enough. He pushed Matt off of his chest and the boys started fighting. Everyone tried to get a better look as Toni tried to find her way through. She had to stop the fight before…

"Lord of the Flies, what is going on?" came a loud voice.

Everyone grew silent as they looked at the oncoming figure and parted to show the two boys on the ground, staring at the person shamefully. It was Mr. Lancer, age was seen in his face and his pants were uncomfortably high to look at, just because he was overweight. He was the stern and strict principal everyone tried to avoid and now here he was, angry beyond belief.

"In all my years, I have never seen anyone act this badly," Mr. Lancer said, his voice shaking in anger. "Matthew, Jason, come with me. We'll have a little chat with you and your parents."

Jason felt like he swallowed a whole box of rock salt. He is so going to be dead when his parents hear about this.

That's a wrap! Read and Review!

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