A/N: UUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMM… Sorry for not updating, and if you kill me, I can't continue the story! I can only explain why I am having problems with this story and other stories by using a Jurassic Park comparison: Alright, you know how in Jurassic Park the InGen scientists already have a piece of DNA, but they have to fill in missing pieces of DNA(If you don't know that might have explained it)? Well when I'm thinking these stories up, like 'OH! That would be so cool if that would happen!' Or 'What would happen if so and so would be there during this?'Or 'Danny Phantom would kick this guy's arse if they would fight!' And thus a story is born (The piece of DNA)! But, there are parts of the story that I didn't think of or forgot about, (Missing pieces of DNA) and I had to forcibly think up what would happen in that part of the story(the multiple animal DNA added in). So this whole story(along with others) are like an incomplete strand of DNA; and the last few chapters have been the animal DNA that gets added on, so that's why they have been really horrible. I AM SO SORRY THAT I HAVE BEEN WRITING CRAP! Here's this chapter, enjoy.

A/N2: Yeah! Newly refined! Got rid of the wailing(bad idea)

Disclaimer- You figure out for your selves' whether or not I own anything.

Chapter 14- Heating Problem Solved! (This chapter is actually stalling the storyline:p)

My POV:

He (by "He" I mean the guy that tried to kill Danny) paced his room, trying to figure out the obstacle that was before him, the obstacle of keeping the portal from overheating. There had to be a way, there just HAD to. He tried everything he could think of on his prototype, and they all resulted in the same way, with a BOOM.

He drummed his fingers against his head, a metallic rhythm following the movement of his digits. 'Come on, think, think, think!' as he paced his room, his laptop beeped, telling him that it was finished tapping into Plasmius' bugs placed around the Fenton household. He ran over to look at the multiple bugs. Wow. There were at least 20 webcams placed around the house. Five of them were in Maddie's room… 'Ewe'.

He ignored his disgust at the elder halfa, and scanned the page for what he was looking for:

Maddie

3Maddie

Maddie

Daniel

Jasmine

Lab Click.

He zoomed in at the ghost portal, looking for a box, a dome, something big enough to represent a battery for something that powerful.

There was no sign! 'This was impossible!' He knocked all of his attempts at making a plausible energy source to the side. One of his attempts, an ecto-converter (now plugged in to an ecto-gun and waiting for ectoplasm to start it up), was slammed into the wall smashing the glass that cased the ectoplasm in the gun. 'THIS IS NEVER GOING TO WORK!' He was about to blast his prototype portal, when he was frozen by the sound of humming, an out of place humming, a humming that wasn't there before; a familiar humming. He looked over to the ecto-converter, feeding energy into the dead gun.

'But that's not right… I didn't put any source of ectoplasm on …' He picked up the charger, noticing a small drop of ectoplasm bubbling and evaporating. He looked down at where he picked up the converter. The broken gun was leaking ectoplasm onto the floor, and it was leaking it onto the converter… meaning the gun was technically charging itself… He dropped the ecto-converter in shock that he didn't see it before! 'Eureka!

He ran over to the laptop for conformation, and yep, there it was. An ecto-converter plugged into the portal. If he can get just a spark of ectoplasm, the ecto-converter could charge up enough power to make a bigger spark, then cycle it through again to make a small portal, and so on so forth until there was a full portal, the ecto-converter taking the ecto-energy from the portal and converting it into enough energy to power a full time portal. And all he would have to do is replace the ecto-filtrator once every sixth months to keep it from overheating and blowing sky-high.

He gave the list of supplies to the monsters and told them to get it ASAP. As the left, he couldn't help but admire himself about how clever he was right there. Of course, he's always been clever. Ever since he had stepped into the real world he had to be clever. As his thoughts drifted to that matter, he walked over to the mirror. When he looked into the mirror, he traced the celestial bronze that was attached to his face, using his real hand instead of his other, celestial bronze- prosthetic, arm. He blinked at himself in the mirror, the robotic eye blinking in unison with his blue and green tinted eye. Blinking like he didn't recognize the machinery that has been attached to his body for so many years.

He didn't have any good looks, any strength; he had to be clever to survive. He was the perfect kind of clever, the kind out casted by society. "Unlike Phantom". He said aloud while grimacing. "Phantom", the name was like a needle, prodding at the bubble of his remaining sanity. Oh how he hated the name, the one given the name. The one that was accepted into society even as a freak. The one Luke believed had more power, was more useful. 'I don't see how he doesn't understand! I have power tenfold of that brat Phantom!" He started to get angry. "Phantom, Phantom, PHANTOM, PHANTOM, PHANTOM!" He yelled as he blasted a window with an ecto-blast so powerful that lit up the night sky in bright, neon green.

After the blast stopped, he collapsed onto the floor trying to remember how many blasts he had done before that. He looked at his good hand, already covered in a layer of green goo; bubbling and boiling rapidly. He quickly crawled over to a giant tube, and plugged it into a machine on his back. He checked his hand again, now stabilizing again.

He overdid himself. He had forgotten all the blasts he thrown at incompetent monsters or demigods.

The door opened and Tucker stepped in, looking at the broken window, then glancing at the others that where shattered from before.

"We saw the light and Luke sent me to make sure nothing was going on."

"Nothing at all. Just tell Luke I got angry, again." He told Tucker. He knew Tucker had something against him, he was willing to bet it was either who his "father", if you can call him that, was; or it was that it was his fault what happened to Tuckers friend, Sam. There were other reasons why, but those where his best guesses.

"Whatever. Just keep working on the portal." Tucker said, closing the door. He slowly got up and walked over to the table, making sure the tube stayed in his back.

A/N: Yay! Chapter is finished! This was another filled in piece of DNA, so this might have been crap… But I HAD to start something on this character, I HAD to. Throughout the story I am going to give small hints in who this is, actually you probably won't guess who, so try to guess what. Also, the part where I say that "he is the perfect kind of clever, the kind out casted by society" (or something along those lines.)I got that from Doctor Who which I do not own.