Hey, look I'm not dead! Sorry I took so long to update. Ugh, I was hoping that this chapter would be a lot longer. I'm sorry if this chapter is a total fail and feel free to flame me on it.

Disclaimer: Sorry, I'm only borrowing Danny for the time being. And keeping him tied up in my closet. :)

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Okay, just for the record, what happened next was not Danny's fault. Well…….not completely.

After K finished speaking the two men charged at the 16-year-old. Danny, now on his knees, scrambled up and dived to the side. In his haste Danny accidentally shot a glowing green ecto blast at the officers.

Fortunately, or unfortunately if that's how you want to view it, the neon green ball of energy arched over the men's heads. Maybe if they had not stopped to watch the shot in its path they might have been safe.

Alas, they watched the beautifully gleaming ball of light burn a trail through the cool night air. It hit the wall of the building they were now standing in front of. An ear splitting crack! resounded around the alley and the three men looked up as one to watch, to their horror, a piece of the wall break off.

Graffiti covered bricks rained down on the two operatives' heads. One large clay colored brick hit the light skinned officers over the head and his legs crumpled beneath him. The second man soon followed him.

Danny Phantom stood back to the side as the show went on. He couldn't believe what he had just let happen. For a moment he had actually believed that this was for the best. When they woke up it was likely that they wouldn't even remember this encounter. Even if they did they would have just been told that they might be losing their grip. The same would probably go for them knowing about Vlad being Plasmius. Danny dropped to his knees and hung his head in his hands. He could have gotten them away before they had gotten hurt. Why didn't he? Is he going bad? It's not as if he killed anyone, but he still didn't help out, that's for sure. What's happening to him? Next you know he'll be robbing banks or...or…no, he was throwing this way out of proportion. He's not going to go all homicidal. He would make sure of it. He took a moment to fulfill his daily dose of self loathing before rising to his feet.

He took agonizingly slow steps to where the two Guys in White men lay unconscious on the rubble strewn ground. He reached into one of the now mud flecked white coats and pulled out a worn cell phone. He quickly dialed 911 before dumping the small object into one of the overflowing trash bins. He stooped to one knee before pushing off and lifting into the sky. He spared one last glance back at the unconscious duo before zooming away.

What's done is done and there's no going back.

I know this was probably a waste of your time but.....

R&R?