posted: december 5, 2015 (edited december 20, 2015)

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A/N- the next update won't depend on the amount of reviews I get. I can't give you a date due to the fact that I update chapters a lot until I feel its perfect. I will update the next chapter no matter on how many reviews I get, it's just a benchmark for the amount of reviews I would like to get in the chapter. The reason I want some reviews it's just so I can get feed back from you guys to see how can I improve the story, and help my writing. Sorry if I seem desperate in anyways.

Just clearing a few things up: Danny Fenton is still Danny Phantom, Dash is just pretending to be Phantom for fame. Some characters have not been reveal.

WARNING- THIS STORY DOES CONTAINS VERY SMALL AMOUNTS OF BLOOD, VIOLENCE, SEXUAL ACTIONS AND INAPPROPRIATE LANGUAGE.

Chapter 2: I'm NOT Bleeding Red

"So fragile—the human body. Just one prick and it will draw blood. Just one bullet and the bleeding will never stop."
― Tiana Dalichov,

The news went around quickly, almost over night. I was the subject on every single news story, school hallways, social media, and editors pages. At some points in my life I was incredibly happy, being able to be the hero in the world, giving hugs and blessing to children I didn't even know, yet still respected me. However, something would hit me back, telling me this isn't real, that I wasn't a hero, just a coward living an untruthful life. But, God it felt so real!

I continued my walk down the street, being mauled with fans and reporters, yelling out questions and speeches. I took a deep breathe in knowing I was no longer Dash Baxter, but a much more superior version. I was Danny Phantom. I waved to everyone I saw, with a smile smacked on my face, a smile that quickly turned into horror when a loud crash was heard. I looked up, and saw a ghost covered in metal armor, and flaming green hair, making it's way directly in front of me.

"What is this?" he said, in perfect English. I rocked on my heels backed and forth, unsure whether I should answer him or try to punch him. "Your not the ghost child." he said after a few moments of silence. The crowd began to whisper among themselves, while the reports' camera flash went on a endless shocking spree.

"I'll be careful with what I said, ghost." I told him with seemingly no fear, but honestly my insides where shaking so much, it was difficult to stand. I heard a few "oh's" and "tell him Phantom!," making me actually loose confident in myself. 'I can't fight him' I told myself, 'I'll lose... badly.'

The ghost gave me a sick smile. "Catch me," he said, "ghost child." And with that, the ghost was off, flying 2 feet from the ground in a slowly mocking way. I grunted at him, and ran as fast as a star football player could, which is pretty fast if you have been training with a tough coach for that past five years. The ghost in front of me, realizing I was faster than expected, shoot up towards the sky, waving down at me.

"Come on ghost child," he teased, "show everyone who you really are!" I gave him a angry starred, running through my options of what I could do, and there weren't many options. I looked around, and came up with a plan, a really stupid plan. I ran a bock or two, the ghost and crowd right behind me. I made a sharp right turn, where an alley was, behind a gate and barrels of garbage. I quickly climb the seven foot gate, and jump landing butt first in leftover meatloaf, half eaten apples, and banana peels. 'Well, I'm going to have a great hell of a time when I come tonight.'

I grunted and pulled myself up and rolled over to a almost garbage clear sidewalk, walking down the alley searching to see if anyone was around, but nobody was there. It was just me and two ten story buildings, standing about six feet apart, with another gate on the other side, cover with more garbage. I shiver in disgusted and wanted to be actually able to see the sun again, and there was no way I was going to be able to climb the gate again.

'That ghost,' I thought, He knew I wasn't Danny Phantom, so that means he knew who really is. Why didn't he just tell the world who I was? Or beat me up in front of everyone and let me bleed in front of him. Why hasn't the real Danny Phantom kid come up yet, I mean he knows that I'm not him, and I'm pretty sure he would want to embarrass me in front of the whole entire world.'

I felt my phone buzz from my pocket, and pulled it out slowly.

runnin away like a coward, lol this is a fun game, maybe u should stay in that alley. nah lets not end the game. not just yet -DP

This is unbelievable, DP is everywhere, yet no where at the same time. I ran and began climbing a fire escape on one of the buildings. 'There is no fucking way that I'm staying in this bitch range.' When I finally climbed over the ladder and started walking up the stairs, I took out my phone and evaluated the message thoroughly. 'So DP wants me suffer but he doesn't want the game to end?' It wasn't hard to figure what he meant with that message, cause I began to hear faint cheers and laughs. When I reach the top of the stairs, the shouts were clear.

"GO BAXTER!" "GET HIM PHANTOM!" "TEAM DANNY PHANTOM, TEAM DASH BAXTER!" All belonging to the citizens of Amity Park.

Apparently Danny Phantom was now fighting the ghost, and DP had made it look like I "transformed" into him while I was fleeing. 'Oh, Lorddd...'

"Your getting better Metal-head." he said in mid air, rubbing away some green substance from his lip. The young spirit's neon green eyes dancing playfully as he took the look of frustration on the opponent's shiny metallic face.

"Upgrade." he said simply,"And this time, I will have your pelt on my wall Whelp."

"Ugh. When are you going to realize that your not having my pelt on your freaking wall! That's gross... Not to mention creepy... And unsanitary... And illegal, and just down ri-" The sliver hair ghost manages to dodge a dozen or so bullets skillfully, that then exploded on the wall behind him. "Can you not? I'm kinda in the middle of a chant here!"

"Do you ever stop talking?" The hunk of metal roared and rushed towards the teen, ectoplasmic bullets floating the air where a second ago, the young specter had been floating. Counterattacking with some well roundhouse kicks for good measure, a cocky grin on the halfa's face.

I was cuddled on the edge on the building, watching "myself" beat the hell out of the ghost's ass.

"PHANTOM!" yelled a girl from a nearby building. I raised an eyebrow, 'Don't I know her?' She waved a thermos like object in air and toss it the hero. "Missing something?" commented an African boy. Catching the thermos with ease, Phantom faced the opponent, "Any last words?" he smirked.

"Yes actually." replied the mechanical voice of the clearly weaken ghost.

"And what would that be?" asked Phantom.

"Take. This. Whelp." And before he could react, two pincers of what looked like electricity jabbed into him, shocking him for a good two minutes before dissipating. The sharp intake from almost every member of the town. 'He had suffer from worst, right?'

"What... the fuck... was that?" leaned the teen, panting before each response. He was on his knees, which we now bleeding through is black jumpsuit from scraping them against the concrete.

"I told you," spoke the metal head who seemed much more energetic than before, "upgrade."

"What did you do?" The town's hero growled in a voice that could cut through steel, although it did this not seem to faze his opponent, who offered nothing but a heartless laugh. "I said, WHAT DID YOU DO!"

"You will find out soon enough, Ghost Child. So," he continued bending over so that he was face to face with the teen, "who's the best ghost hunter now?"

Phantom only chuckled and pushed himself off from the ground, with a smile that could kill birds. "Oh, I know the answer to this question. Not you!" And with that he was gone. He didn't fly away he was just gone, disappeared. I began to search around the premises, looking for Phantom, but he was gone.

I should be proud that people thought that it was me fighting, that I got away with it. I never realized that it was so difficult to be the hero.

"Well it is difficult."

I turned around quickly, and saw the person that I was portraying looking at me, a high school kid covered in garbage. We look at each other for a good few minutes, before he broke the silence, "So your the kid, who is supposed to be me."

I didn't replied after that. I couldn't even look at him. "It's okay, actually," he said, "but don't expect this lie to survive." I felt my phone buzzed, and it buzzed rather loudly. "Your getting them too, aren't you?" I gave him a confused look, which I guess gave him the idea to further explain. "The texts." he muttered, before turn around and grabbing hold to the edge of the building, bend down and puked. Puking red blood.

lmfao did u forget about him?

*new picture message!*

-DP

this chapter was so hard to write... So I guess this answers some questions that Danny is NOT DP... Or is he...I'll update this only one more time , and then I'll probably update the 3rd chapter within the next three weeks if I have the time.

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