{A/N: Finally reposting and reediting.}

Chapter 5

IN MOVIES AND TV SHOWS the hero always gets it easy. Yeah, they suffer, but in the end, they always get a happy ending. They save the day, they successfully hide their identity, and the discrimination against them quickly vanishes.

And then there's Danny. The one who gets beat and punched by humans and ghosts alike, but still fights back anyways. Most superheroes hide their identities to protect their friends and family, but he keeps his a secret to protect himself. He has tons of powers and every night he comes home with broken ribs, the only reason that they're able to heal quickly are because of his ghost powers.

{A/N: *laughs evilly* Or so he thinks.}

When has he ever gotten anything his way? He's always sacrificed for others. He was once hated by his own town because they thought he was a thief and a mayor-napper, come to think of it, most of them still think that...

If his life was one of those earlier hero-things, he would have the answers to why the hell Atalanta, Lou, and Wyatt had weapons that glowed, how they suddenly appeared, and why the fuck they were running away from Paulina. Seriously, that is the second time he's done that to her.

Ugh...

But his life wasn't easy, it wasn't all about fame and fortune, and powers. Danny hoped that the blue mist that steamed out of his mouth was just his cold breath, but he knew it wasn't.

Danny ran next to Atalanta, blowing behind her in the bitter wind. She was faster than him, which was saying a lot. Wyatt and Lou ran behind them, until the four of them were running side-by-side, weaving away of fire balls aimed at them and other things that they almost ran into.

It was clear the three of them didn't know where they were going, so the ghost boy ended up leading them.

"DUCK!" Atalanta shouted, pushing him to the side. They tumbled to the ground as the a ball of flames hurled over their heads, Danny could feel his top hairs being singed off despite the cold. He lay on the icy cement on his stomach, gasping, while she laid next to him on the ground, groaning lightly in pain, and still somehow holding onto her sword.

"Hurry!" cried Wyatt, him and Lou yanked them to their feet. They raced ahead of Atalanta and Danny who hurried to catch up.

Danny glanced over his shoulder to see a much, much, much larger fire ball flying towards them. He swallowed, "DUCK!"

"Please tell me it's an actual duck!" Wyatt shouted exasperatedly.

Lou glanced over her shoulder, her eyes widening. "Nope!" she said, "Split up!"

They divided, with Wyatt and Danny on one side of the street and the girls on the other. The fire ball flew past them as Danny and Wyatt turned around a bend, smashing into another car. And for a second time in the past ten minutes, an explosion sent the demigods sprawling. A large crater formed in the middle of the street, the explosion ringing in their ears.

Danny's temple smacked into a building's brick wall and the shattered glass of the window along with car pieces rained around him in a plum of disaster. He groaned, his hands seeping green ectoplasm and red blood.

He groaned in pain, slumping to the ground, his head exploding into a volcano of pain and he's been inside of one (long story, please don't ask). He spread his fingers ou as the dark-haired teen tried to stumble to his feet, but his hands met contact with shattered glass. He bit back a manly scream.

You're looking at me like that again. Ugh...

A groan of pain came from his left, and Danny gathered enough energy to turn his head to see Wyatt surrounded in a circle of glass, covered in cuts. He glanced across to the other side of the road where Lou- who looked like she was fighting unconsciousness- tugged at Atalanta's arm, who laid like a broken doll on the sidewalk.

The police would be here any second and it would look like they were the ones responsible for both explosions.

Danny groaned, pressing his hand onto the brick wall, and pushing himself up. He leaned on it for a second, clutching his side where his shirt and red winter coat was ripped and glass shards plunged into his side. He hardly noticed. The ghost boy winced, ripping them out and dropping them to the ground. He gasped, closing his eyes, and trying to catch his breath as his side stung painfully.

One would think the cold would make it easier for exercise, right? WRONG! Maybe at seventy degrees Fahrenheit with light clothing, but at fifty degrees with heavy clothing? Probably worse than the summer heat. The cold made it harder to breath because there was less air and oxygen to take in.

His lungs burned worse than they did when he got shrunk by the Fenton Crammer.

"C-c'mon, m-man," he coughed at Wyatt, blood dribbling down his chin, his breath (not my ghost sense- YAH!) steaming out of his mouth. Danny stumbled over to Wyatt who was still sprawled around the glass. "D-dude," the hero groaned, looming over him. His legs felt weak and knobby, and he resisted the urge to hurl because of the way his stomach was furiously churning like a storm. "C-c'mon."

No response.

"WYATT!"

He groaned, slowly lifting his head up. He blinked exhaustively, "Wha?" he gurgled. Danny held out his hand, pulling Wyatt to his feet and he stumbled to catch his balance.

He stood up, hovering a few inches above Danny. His eyes darted behind the ghost boy. His eyes widened in terror, he screamed, "ATA!"

Danny turned around quickly, his mouth suddenly dry, as Wyatt ran over to the girls.

Atalanta leaned on Lou, her left arm covered in dripping red liquid. From her shoulder to her finger tips, blood coated her arm, staining her clothes and pooling on the ground.

"What are we going to do?!" cried Lou, her voice squeaking unnaturally high.

"Calm down," Atalanta snapped at her, the other girl's eyes widenned and she bit her lip. The daughter of Ares inhaled sharply, closing her eyes as she attempted to calm her temper. "I'm fine," she hissed in pain through her teeth, placing more body weight on Lou and leaning her head against the wall.

"Somehow I think you're wrong," cried Wyatt frantically, rushing to Lou to help support his friend.

Danny blinked, jumping out of his shock, as he ran over to Atalanta. "I'll take you to the nearest hospital," insisted Danny. The three of them shook their heads furiously. "WHAT ELSE ARE WE GONNA DO?" he shouted, throwing his hands up, "SHE'S GONNA BLEED TO DEATH."

Atalanta forced herself to turn d to look at Wyatt, "Where's your backpack?"

The color drained further from his face.

Lou's face turned from panic to panicked, "But you were the only one with ambrosia and nectar!"

He spluttered, you could see tears shine in his eyes. "I don't- I-"

"Pray to your dad," she suggested.

"Are you kidding me?!" he shouted, "My dad wouldn't even realize if I died! What makes you think that he'll care about-?!"

"-I know this is a serious situation," interrupted Danny, "-but how is praying to your dad gonna help us?" he demanded, waving his arms around, "Is your father God? Or maybe someone else," he concluded. "Are you related to Jesus, Wyatt?"

They ignored him.

"Well, if she's really your best friend than you would do it!" Lou shouted.

"She needs a hospital!" shouted Danny, moving to stand in front of Lou and Wyatt. "You people are crazy to think anything else!"

Wyatt turned away from the other demigods, inhaling deeply, and beginning to mutter softly. Danny stared at Atalanta's arm awestruck as it healed quicker than his powers. The blood retracted into the wounds, revealing clawmarks in ripped clothing. The clawmarks were deep, but then they were shallow until they were a scab, scars, and then nothing at all.

"What the hell?"

Wyatt glanced up to the sky and grinned gratefully, "Thanks, Dad."

Atalanta stopped scrunching her nose, the physical pain fading from her eyes. Her features and body relaxed until she was normal. Wyatt looked like he was struggling to not tackle her in a hug.

Her eyes flickered around, her voice tightened, "Where's the empousa?"

"Paulina?" blinked Danny.

"She disappeared?" squeaked Lou, her eyes wide. Wyatt nodded meekly.

None of the demigods would admit it, but her disappearance made them more terrified than her presence.

Sirens wailed in the distance and a wisp of blue smoke curled out Danny's mouth. His eyes widened.

Before they could protest, firetrucks and police cars rounded the street corner and the ground rumbled, like the earth itself was chuckling. The windows that hadn't shattered from the previous explosion rattled in their frames, buildings shook.

Someone who Danny expected and wished to never see again glared at with eyes burning of hatred. A ghost clad in medieval armor, the plum a flaming green. His glowing eyes were the only thing you could see under his helmet.

Lou gripped the ghost boy's arm as if she needed reassurance, her eyes bulged. "Follow my instructions, Danny." she whispered, her voice tight with fear. "When I tell you to run, run like Kronos is after you. Got it?"

He nodded, he was lying, of course. There was no way Danny was staying out of this fight any longer.

The Fright Night turned his head towards the dark-haired boy, and he took a step back. "How did you get out?" he asked.

His glowing eyes burned into Danny, "Revenge thrives, ghost child. And we shall have ours."

{Sorry if Danny's a bit OOC ;-; and this chapter's shortness. I edited a lot of it out. Oh, well- BUT THE FRIGHT KNIGHT IS BACK. I'm confirming now he's the main villain of this fanfic. This chapter also has some foreshadowing (as always because I can't live without it :\). This is so crappy and awful it hurts me.

CyberActors15: Sorry for the last chapter switching between first and third. Originally, a few of these chapters were in first person and I decided to edit it to third person. Hopefully, I managed to get all of the first person from this chappie :).
Matt: You're repsonse is understandable, but you must remember that the story's not even 1/3 finished. A lot of questions will be later answered. And I didn't make Tucker or Sam clear-sighted mortals because it's too overly convenient, besides, it's made clear in the PJO books clear-sighted mortals are pretty rare.

That is all :). Thank you to everyone reading and to all those who have commented, favored, or followed.

-Book117Worm
Ellie}