Hey guys. Sorry for not updating. I've had it hard the last few days, and life is being a bother. Some days I just wish everything would go away. No, I'm not suicidal. Anyway, here. Only one more chapter after this I think.

DISCLAIMER: If I owned Danny Phantom or had the brain even remotely capable of inventing a show as great as that, I'd be using that money and brain to be researching for a cure to the brain cancer called Glioblastoma, not writing fiction stories. Honestly.

Danielle paced the floor, anger in her veins as she watched the TV. Danny was fighting the Otrăvitoare Fiara with all he had. His leg had slowly been healing, but it was taking far longer than it should have. The older Fenton's had headed to Casper High, preparing a short speech to give on how to mostly stay away from the Otrăvitoare Fiara's. Many had by now been obliterated, leaving only about five in existence. Those five, however, still had kits and those kits made them more dangerous than they already are. The original myth had claimed only a single kit/cub was capable of being 'born' in the Ghost Zone at a time, but on earth this theory proved to be quite false after finding a litter of seven yesterday morning.

The unlucky newscaster died on scene, in full view of the camera. That's the reason the Fenton adults were heading out today, to try and prevent any more bloodshed, especially of innocent kids. Suddenly, a crackle came over the earpiece Danny ahd taken to wearing after his parents continually insisted on helping.

"Clueless One, this is Tech One and Goth One." Came Tucker's frantic yet eerily quiet plea.

"What'cha need Tech One?" Danny's immediate reply came over the line, as he shot a new power, dubbed the Obliteration Ray, from his eyes. It short circuited his powers for twenty to thiry minutes but got rid of a ghost immediately. The bright orange ray encircled the Otrăvitoare Fiara and it gave one weak cry as it melted into a puddle then the puddle of liquid ectoplasm turned into gas and evaporated at once.

"Situation at school."

"Erm… Tech One… You kinda left out the details?"

"DUDE, we are the details! We've got two mighty prissy and pissy Otrăvitoare Fiara's on our butts and we're inside the school! Help, darnit!"

Danny's eyes sharpened, and a good amount of fear came into his eyes. Then the camera currently shooting the battle became blurry, as if out of focus. A second later, Danny Fenton/Phantom was gone. And those who knew him well knew that he was using the last of his ghost powers to move his body into particle matter, atoms, getting him to the school faster than the eye could blink.

As Danny phased from the upper level of the school into the lower, his powers completely died as he fell to the floor. Rubbing his now hurting head, he watched with wide eyes as his best friends rushed past and hot on their trails were two of the creatures, slobbering from anger as Sam and Tucker reached the cafeteria/gymnasium double doors and opened them, slamming them shut with a loud bang.

Danny groaned aloud, then realized his mistake as the demon animals turned toward the sound, though luckily an empty classroom was within reach and Danny ducked in, avoiding being seen. He had to figure out what to do and quickly- while Otrăvitoare Fiara's were unable to phase through things like doors and walls, they were extra strong, nature's sucky way of 'making up for the deformity' of not phasing. Peering around the corner, he watched in dismay as they turned as one and began pawing hard at the doors.

In a matter of minutes, Danny knew, they would break right through that door and rip his friends, teachers, schoolmates, and family into itty bitty pieces. And he was completely human for the next fifteen minutes.

And here I leave you with a cliffie. I hope everyone enjoyed Thanksgiving yesterday. I am busy readying myself for my 17th birthday coming December first. I'm going to New York and seeing Lion King, Cinderella, Rockette's Christmas Spectacular, Lady Liberty, Ground Zero… pretty much everything of interest. I'll be there until the fifth, and then reading my rather dirty home for Christmas and my semi-annual Christmas party. I truly hope I can update before the New Year but don't count on it. I will try. And on a very personal note, please everyone, remember your mothers this year. For me? At least, give'em a call this holiday season. My mother recently passed from a Glioblastoma brain tumor after a year of struggle with not knowing what was wrong. She went suddenly, in ten days from finding it to her being gone, and we were like twins. This will be my first birthday –and trip- without my Mummsy by my side. In honor of her, I'm submitting a little poem/song/letter to her below. You don't have to read it, but please love your mothers more this season. I wish I had mine one more day.

Keep trying to move on, trying to get it out of my head. But no matter how hard I try, the memories haunt and make my heart bleed. Oh, Momma, why'd ya have to leave?

I was only sixteen, so many things left undone on our lists. Where are you now I want to travel? And when I marry, I know you aren't going to be there for those storms I'll someday weather. I know you were greeted by the angels, how could you not be? A woman just so strong and bright, who woulda gave her life for me.

And sometimes I lie in bed and wonder why, why the angels didn't cry on earth the day you left me. Instead it was sunny, and I wish I'd been leaving that hospital clinging to your arms. Your arms, so strong loving, voice filled with honey.

I wish I could have seen it what would happen. But I guess nothing would have stopped it. I just feel like I've been hit, but it's just my heart aching to hear you come down those stairs at three to wash, to hear you singing your soft high voice at six, and waking me with a kiss.

And I wish just one more time, I could hold you in my arms. Keep you warm and safe from harm, just like I always wanted to. And just like any daughter, come home crying to my mother, about the breakups, and the makeups, and the times we'd like to wish up just cone again.

But instead you're gone, and I'm waiting down here to join you, It won't be long, I hope, until I set my eyes upon you. We were all each other had, and you're still all I got, but I can't seem to pull that blade 'cross my skin, then way I hunger to. I want to join you so bad Momma, but I promise till then I'll put my past behind me, and as long as you smile down on me, I'll do my part to make a difference on this earth.

Linda Jo West, my beloved mother, March 9, 1962- September 21, 2013