posted: july 7, 2016 (edited july 8, 2016)

Chapter 4: I'm NOT Bait

In baiting a mousetrap with cheese, always leave room for the mouse.

-Saki

"Mom?" A young child, with long jet black hair and icy blue eyes appeared from underneath his parents bed, his favorite hiding spot. "Mommy, what are you doing?" he asked as he saw her stuff a small deep blue bag with clothes furiously. She didn't answer her son's question nor even looked at him. "Mommy, are you leaving?"

The woman hung her head, refusing to look at her youngest 7 year old. "Yes sweetie, I'm leaving."

"Where are we going?" asked a red-head girl, walking into the room standing besides her brother.

The woman sniffed and walked over to her children, touching their faces gently with a tear falling down her check. "You are not coming," she stated, "both of you are going to stay right here with your father."

"Mommy, don't leave us please!" screamed the young boy, "He's gonna kill us! We gonna die!"

"Mom, why are you doing this to us?" cried the girl. "Please take us, we could be family just the three of us."

"Daniel, Jasmine," continue the mother, "I'm starting a new life, and I need to forget this one. You can't be apart of my new life because you'll both remind me of him."

"Dash, you okay?" I fully open my eyes and find myself in the room of Danny Fenton/Phantom, former loser, current hero.

"Yeah," I replied rubbing my aching red eyes, "when are your geek friends coming?"

"Like in two minutes." Fenton has really changed over the last year. He was still pale, and possibly even more pale due to his undiagnosed sickness. He appeared to be skinny, but it was just an illusion given by baggy and overly conservative clothes. He was really lean, with board shoulders, and good tone abs, arms, and legs. He had perfect hair, that gently covered his icy blue eyes. "Take a picture it would last longer." he said without even turning his head from the computer his eyes was glued on.

"Funny." I answered, sitting up. "And yo, I'm sorry again, for taking your identity as Danny Phantom."

"It's cool, I wasn't going to reveal myself anyways, might as well have someone take it for me for a while."

"A while," I repeated, "I'm not in a temporary position, am I?"

"I mean, lies never last Dash," he said, finally turning to face me, "they come back one day, and will continue to haunt the rest of your life. So yeah, you are temporary, until the truth comes out, and when it does don't expect to be forgiven with hugs and rainbows either."

"Yeah." I said, he was right. "I should have never started this stupid act, look where Kwan ended up cause of me."

Fenton didn't answer back to me after that, instead he stared down at the floor for a minute before turning back and resumed typing on his computer.

"Sorry we took so long," said a teenage goth girl entering the small bedroom, "Tucker was being a asshole." I don't know much about Fentino's- I mean, Danny's , friends. But I do know that the goth chick, Samantha Manson is a from a rich family and might've had a thing for Danny. Tucker Foley was a techno-freak who was obsessed with meat. He and Danny has been friends for long. "What is he doing here?" she asked, giving me a nasty face which I politely return back.

"He's gonna help, Sam. Try to be nice, will you?" stated an annoyed Danny.

"What's up with you?" she ask, sounding much more concerned.

"Nothing let's just find this motherfucker." Sam just nodded in agreement, that was the reason we got together; to find DP, not to begin a fight.

"Alrighty," stated an African-American boy with glasses to large for his face, "let's start this." He begun connecting about a thousand or so cables to the computer, clicking and typing. Everyone else began the ultimate staring contest with me, and I wasn't amused. "Danny, pass me your phone."

"Why?" asked Danny.

"Let me see the texts DP sent."

"No, use Dash's phone." rebelled Danny.

"Jesh Danny, it's just a few texts. What you got to hide?" joined in the goth girl.

"Don't stress it, here." I stated handing in my phone. Danny wasn't going to give in his phone, and I'm pretty sure his texts are a hundred times worst than mine. Tucker plug in my phone to one of the cables, while the staring contest move from me to Danny, only Danny wasn't staring back, instead he was facing down running his hands on his iPhone.

"I wanna ask why you've been so differently lately, but what would point of that if you don't tell us anything anymore." stated Sam, and took a seat on the bed besides me.

"Maybe cause there's nothing to tell." Danny stated after moments of silent.

"Guys please don't start this again." interrupted Tucker, I guess these 'geeks' have a lot more drama then I though, "Dash can you come here."

I got up from the bed slowly and made my way toward Tucker, "How's it going man?"

"I need you to make a phone call."

"No problem," I said, "who you want me to call?"

"DP." Tucker answered. I guess my face made the words come out before I even got a chance to speak. These people wanted me to call DP? Definitely not. "Look Dash," the teen continue, "if you make a short 3 or so minute call to DP, and if he answers, I can track his exact location and we could find his hiding spot."

"I'm not fucking bait." I said, crossing my arms.

"Well you not fucking bait, not yet, your just a... helper?"

Looking through my options, I figure that DP couldn't hurt me through the phone, and maybe just hearing his voice could reveal who he is. "What's the plan?"

"The plan," Sam started walking towards Foley and I, "is that someone, you, calls DP and has a some what 'normal' conversation. A long conversation. Long enough that Tuck can use this app-thingy to find the where the phone is located-"

"It's called a StingRay, secretive device used by the police to monitor phone activity to track criminals," interrupted Tucker, "I can use it to find a precise location, and I can also break into the phone and look at it's messages, other phone calls, pictures, and other things that would help us."

"Alright," I said, "but when we locate DP and figure out who he is, what are we going to do?"

"We kill him." We all turn to see a Danny, laying on his bed throwing a blue pin ball up into the ceiling, and catching before it would hit his chest.

"Killing him won't solve anything, Danny." Sam stated.

"It would solve everything for me."

"Jazzy, I'm scared." whisper a young boy to his older sister.

"Me too." answered the young girl. Both children were locked in a cold, dark, and small closet, sitting on their bruised and bleeding knees.

"Jazzy, does Daddy love us?"

"I think he does, he just has a hard way of showing it." she stated, wiping away the tears of her younger brother, knowing that he didn't deserve any the pain he was in. "Here, Mommy gave me this when I was a little girl, but I'm ten now, I don't think I need it." pulling out a small house charm connected to a key chain out of her pocket. "One day, we are going to live in a happy house, like this."

The young boy examine the charm with fingers, and smiled, "Thank you Jazzy, I love you."

"I love you too baby brother, go to sleep tomorrow is a very special day for someone." The young girl brushed the young boy's hair, with the happy house charm held tight in his hands. He slowly fell asleep, dreaming of the happy house.

"Happy Birthday Danny."

Finally a normal 1,000+ word chapter, pats in the back for a much sooner update! (expect another update on this chapter before a new one is posted) Honesty guys, typing one chapter can take 2 weeks, but because it is summer, I'm actually more busy than excepted...** NOTE: I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO USE A STINGRAY, ONLY KNOW OF IT'S USES, POLICE DOES NOT REVEAL HOW TO USE A STINGRAY, THEREFORE I'VE CREATED MY OWN METHOD** Can we get 50 reviews? -stars of light-