Chapter 7

In the time period of a week, all of Danny's wounds from that battle were fully healed. It's unbelievable. It would take weeks or even months for broken bones to heal, hell, small scrapes would take days before! The wound on his back left a nasty scar, a permanent reminder of how close he was to being eaten. His wounds on his waist didn't scar, thankfully, but the one on his abdomen left a small one. Four claw marks, they would have looked pretty cool too, if he didn't have to feel that much pain to get them. His ribs still hurt a little, but they were not broken anymore, probably just bruised.

Danny ended up having another one of those afterlife attacks on the fourth day. The injury on his back was almost fully healed too, but then he started vomiting and bleeding ectoplasm out of his mouth, nose, ears and eyes. The large slash across his back poured his ghostly blood out in larger amounts than what could come out of his orifices.

It lasted for about an hour, and because he was bleeding all over the place, cleaning up was a bitch. He had to go and buy new sheets! He doesn't even get an allowance, and he was running out of the money he had saved up. If this kept up he was going to run out of money, clothes, and bedspreads. Luckily, Jazz wasn't home at the time, and his parents were doing what they do best: Not paying attention.

Then there was this morning. He woke up to find himself floating five feet off of his bed. When he finally came out of his sleepy daze, it was too late and he fell down onto the bed. There was a loud thud, but his bed frame held true and didn't break. It still knocked the wind out of him. Danny had a feeling that this was going to become a common occurrence.

Every morning and every night he thought of the last time he talked to his parents. Their outright rejection. Danny didn't truly understand it until Jazz explained it. It was bad enough that he was a ghost now, partly. They would kill him given the chance, whether they knew it was him or not. What Jazz said made it hurt even more. They had pretty much told him they wouldn't love him unconditionally.

Why? What had he done in life to deserve this? Was he some tyrant in his past incarnation? He died, keeps reliving it, his friends are liars and his parents don't love them as much as they should, if they even loved him at all. Well, they probably loved him, they just had a horrible way of showing it.

At least he had Jazz. If she wasn't here, he might have just run away from home. The thought still crosses his mind actually, he could run. Get away from his freak show parents who want to end his second life. Get away from the bullies, the false friends, the bullshit education system which ignore him, the eventual dissection.

But he couldn't leave Jazz here.

He has ghost powers now though. That would be enough, he could survive with them, even if they did partially get him into this mess. Then again, he wouldn't have these if someone hadn't put the on button inside the portal- 'WHO DOES THAT?!'

Speaking of ghost powers-

It's been eight days since he's gone for training. He's practiced a little at his house each day, mainly invisibility and intangibility, but his parents are just downstairs. It's more than a little risky to practice for too long or do anything too big so he's had to bide his time with DOOMED. He's unfortunately, still nowhere near Sams K/D ratio. He'll beat it eventually, just to spite her for lying to him.

Danny's been cooped up in his house for too long, and he knew exactly what he wanted to do. Once he tasted what it was like to fly, to be free in the sky and almost reach space, he knew it was like a drug. A drug he's been craving for, but he's restraining himself because of his injuries.

Well not anymore! He's almost fully healed and there's a sky that is just waiting to be flown through. The trees can be obstacles, the town is the course, and not even the sky's the limit! Eventually!

Danny gets up from the chair in his room and stretches. His stiff bones and joints give a symphony of pops and cracks. With a last roll of his should ectoplasm leaks from his body before his ghostly half is in his place. He pulled on the suit, finding it still somewhat uncomfortable. If this stuff formed onto him, why couldn't it form with a little more room. Especially in the pants area. Maybe he should try and change into more comfortable clothes for his ghost half, if he even could.

Danny gives one more tug for comfort before flying through his windows and turning invisible immediately after.

It was time for a new area to train, and one of the mountains outside of town had a cave that he spotted. Once Danny was far enough away from his house to avoid suspicion, he became visible again and immediately exploded into his top speed. "Hahahahaha!"

How much did he miss this? He had barely laughed or smiled at all in the last week, too much happening in such a short amount of time. But not even five minutes in the sky and he was having the time of his life! His core was pulsing like a heart addled with adrenaline. Despite how sad and angry he was at life at the moment, his afterlife was fun beyond words could describe and actually made him feel better.

Danny soared higher into the sky, this time on purpose. He spun in pirouettes, barrel rolls and every once in a while he would fire low powered blasts like flares from a combat jet. They would burst in the air creating a small cloud of residual ectoplasmic energy. This was the feeling he was missing so much: freedom.

Not burdened by his life or the uncertain near and far future, but unrestrained as he claimed the sky with nothing but his own power. No technology, no help, just him. This form of independent freedom was so intoxicating that it left him wondering why he even waited for his wounds to heal, he should have just gone out on the second day!

Danny eventually made it to the mountain, he takes a moment to place his bag by the cave entrance before shooting back up into the sky. The rush of the flight hadn't left him, and he only wanted to get higher. He had gotten so high up before, frost had formed! He was going to see how high up he could go. To see how far he could get. To see how close he could get.

The towering trees and lumbering mountains soon became distant. The blue sky began to darken, and the clouds he burst through were long past him. Eventually he reached a point where he stopped.

Danny swept his gaze over the planet Earth. Danny shivered in excitement. Oh, how good that very idea felt. It's not how he imagined it happening, especially so soon, but it happened and he was way past cloud nine at this point. Danny opened his palms and saw frost was slowly forming over his hands.

Danny went further than he had before, breaking past the troposphere and going even further into the stratosphere. He flew and flew, and he just didn't want to stop.

But Danny knew he had to. He can read himself better than anybody, except maybe Jazz. It's just creepily annoying how good she is at it. He knew he was just running. Running from his problems and his life. That didn't mean he couldn't appreciate the moment though.

Danny peered out into space with a smile so large his cheeks hurt. If he was human he would have hypothermia or would have died from asphyxiation from lack of oxygen. The earth could easily be seen curving around the edges of his vision; blue, white and green blending into what he called home. The stars above, though, have never been clearer. They shined despite the daylight, twinkled from who knows how far away, and made his body shutter in sheer excitement for the future. He was going to have to bring a telescope up here. How clear would it be without the atmosphere to block his vision?

One day, when he could stay in his ghost form for months or years at a time, he would go out there. Into the vasts of space, the void of the ever expanding universe. He would leave and maybe never come back. Who knew how long it would take to fly to the moon? To mars, venus, mercury, all the planets. Then the rest of the galaxy. Then the universe. Danny giggled like a schoolgirl; he might not become an astronaut, but he'll be something even better: an actual space explorer.

Danny stayed in the stratosphere for another ten minutes, but decided not to push his luck. With great reluctance he flew back down. The comforting chill of space eventually left him to be replaced by the warm Illinois summer air. Despite going straight up and then straight down, the earth rotates on its axis and waits for no one, so Danny had to adjust his course a bit. Luckily there aren't that many mountains that surround Amity Park, though he somehow got the wrong one on the first try.

When Danny finally reached the cave entrance, he's relieved that his stuff is still here, though there's no one to take it. Danny picked up his bag and makes his way inside the cave. Oddly enough, he can see just fine in the cave even when he goes deeper and deeper. It's not the largest cavern, or rather, it was pretty small.

The rocky entrance gave way to a tunnel that went into the mountain. As Danny kept going, he hazards a guess that the tunnel is about forty feet long from the entrance. When he reaches the end, a large aven is revealed. Stalactites and stalagmites litter the room, along with a few stray boulders both large and small, making it an unorganized mess of craggy natural structures. The whole room is easily over a hundred feet in height. From side to side, if he had to guess… "forty by sixty?"

This place was huge! It was high enough up the mountain that only a serious rock climber would make the trek, and it wasn't terribly far out of town or noticeable. Danny grinned, by flight at least. There were no roads anywhere near here, so by foot or bike is the only way to make it to this mountain.

The look of wonder and curiosity soon turns to excitement and glee. Danny claps his hands. It's decided, "Hello, secret base!"

He needed a place to hone his powers in secret, and while he would have liked something a little closer to home, the fact that his parents tracked down his last testing grounds shook him a little. While the forest before was out in the open, it was still miles away from any trail, much less a road. That they could track the energy so far off the beaten path was startling and it unnerved him.

Plus, he wanted a secret base. Who knows, maybe he could furnish it more one day. It wouldn't be too hard to get find a nice couch lying around. People threw those out more often than they realized. It would be a good fallback to rely on too, if he ever had to leave…

Danny sighed and sat down on one of the nearby rocks. While he definitely wanted a secret base, he knew why he was here more than anything. In case his parents found out. In case they really did pull through with trying to end his second chance. So there was a place to run to. Somewhere he could feel safe. That was the problem, ever since he had that talk he hadn't felt safe in his own fucking home.

Danny rubbed his tired eyes before looking down at his hands. The black hazmat gloves, despite being made of ectoplasm, felt like the reinforced rubber and plastic gloves they were when he went into that portal. It was weird, a source of energy that could burn holes through lumber and rock, could have the same texture as the materials made to resist them. Danny chuckled a bit, it almost seemed hypocritical. Maybe it was and he just wasn't smart enough to realize it.

Danny took his gloves off to look at his hands. They seemed the same, slightly paler than his human counterpart, but he noted that the veins on his wrist glowed that oh-so familiar green. His fingernails were slightly longer and the normal pink undertone that most nails had was also a very light shade of green. The tips of his nails were almost bone white.

He stared in fascination at a sight he's seen so many times before. From his very skin, ectoplasm leaked out over his hand. It crawled and oozed to make a glove, before condensing a little and sharpening into shape. It went from see through to solid in seconds. From each finger he gained an extra three inches of ecto-claw. The new limb of energy hummed and illuminated the quiet cave.

Although Danny has never really cared for his parents work, at all, he had to admit that no matter how many times he does this it's always so captivating. It's funny that all it took was him dying to give a rats ass about their paranormal studies. Almost funny, since he was kind of a ghost now, and that whole experience still left him with phantom pains.

Danny paused. Phantom? Not bad. A definite maybe.

Danny formed a second claw on his other hand, the light intensified along with the whir of compressed ectoplasmic energy. Danny watched as the claws on both of his hands stopped just past his wrist. With a bit of concentration Danny was able to expand the energy cloak further down his arm, stopping just before the elbow. He smiled at his offensive and possibly defensive weapon, maybe like this he could have a sort of shield against attacks.

Danny paused, a shield didn't sound like too bad of an idea. He was working on shapes and sizes with his manipulation, maybe he could make a shield. Danny willed his claws away and formed a softball sized sphere of ectoplasm. Danny pursed his lips, what was the best way of accomplishing this?

Flatten it out? Danny brought the ball away from his body and attempted to smooth it out flat. The ball twitched and pulsed before expanding slightly and then bouncing back. This continued for about five minutes, the shape was barely getting there, he was so close, before it popped and green goop spattered into his face and across his clothes.

"Eughk." Danny groaned, "Ew, gross, what the fuck is this?"

Danny tried getting it off his face, but now his hand was stuck to the very spot he tried to pull from. He tried turning intangible next, but that was a no-go as well. He paused for a moment to think over his situation. If he can't get it off with intangibility, could he burn it off with an ecto-ray?

Danny charged up a ray before hesitantly bringing it to his face, then he thought better of that. If this didn't work he would just be burning his face, there was plenty of more of this goopy stuff all over his body he could test it on.

Testing the ray on a spot on his shoulder did indeed burn it away, but the ray was too strong and quickly found its way to his flesh. "Ahhh!" He clutched his now slightly burned shoulder, did he always have to get hurt?

Too much power, duly noted. Danny formed another ray in his hand, before allowing it to dissipate. He held up his right index and middle finger to form the ray on. It was smaller and held less power, the finger ray was the perfect size for splicing his way out of his current sticky situation.

It was about halfway through when Danny just tried to will the goop off, and to his annoyed amazement it actually worked. Of course it worked, he made it! Danny smacked his now de-gooped forehead at his stupidity, why didn't he try that sooner?

Now slightly cleaner, with a few more burns on his already healing jumpsuit, Danny stares at what is left of the sticky ectoplasm. "So, I can do this too?" he questions. It wasn't exactly something he was expecting to make or be able to do. It was odd, but if he could see the benefits if he used it on a normal human. It could restrain a human or ghost without harming them, though he won't lie that it was annoying to try and get off. And disgusting.

Danny experimented with the odd application of ecto-manipulation before reforming his claws. That, Danny decided, sounded pretty damn cool. He had fangs, he had claws, he was half dead, if Danny didn't know any better he would have thought that he was a vampire.

Shields could wait for later.

The next order of business was reforming his hideaway to his liking. With a grin of determination Danny got to work on completing his objective. He started slicing and smoothing out the ground floor of the cavern. His claws cut through the limestone and shale stalagmites, grinding them into the floor. The leftover chunks were tossed haphazardly behind him.

Every once in a while he would fire a laser of ecto-energy, but it wasn't as efficient and it didn't leave a satisfactory result. They would also needlessly scorch the walls. Ecto-rays weren't the right tool for the job, and this one required a more… hands on approach.

He flexed his palm, "Claws in this case." Danny snickered.

Despite the ease at which he made his way through his stony objectives, it really wasn't that fun. He keeps going though, growing more and more tired as he gets further into his progress.

Then he stopped. Danny remembered what happened last time he exhausted himself, and while the circumstances weren't anywhere near the same, the experience still left him wary.

So he stopped when he felt about half drained and looked around at his progress. Where the natural spikes once stood now left a smooth, and slightly burned mark on the ground. There was the issue of the whole floor not being even, but he could work around that eventually. The bits and pieces of the former stalagmites littered the floor, but in the end it was just adding more rocks to the ground. He could clean them up later. He was about halfway through all the drip-stones, maybe he could leave some along the walls for an aesthetic effect? There were some rather large ones that looked just way too cool to cut down.

Danny turned and started walking back towards his backpack, letting his heart come back to life. The cave seemed to dim and darken as the power receded back into his core. He could still see, just barely. Deciding to experiment a little more with his powers, he tried bringing power into his eyes while still in human form. Danny jumps in success with glowing green eyes when his previous vision returns to him, seeing the cave in full without the need to transform.

Danny opens his backpack and takes out his phone. He gives a low whistle when he sees that it's been almost three hours since he left his house.

What, an hour or so of flight and admiration of the celestial bodies? Then two hours of almost non-stop menial labor? Well, he did have a small lunch break, so it wasn't all work.

Danny was tired after all that though, not much, but it was boring like schoolwork and he was getting sleepy. He grabbed his pack and left towards the entrance. Once there he laid his backpack down just out of sight of the entrance and used it like a pillow. It doesn't take long for Danny to start falling asleep, and soon enough he's out like a light.

"Jack, honey, we need to talk." Maddies stern voice got Jack out of his tunnel vision. Jack knew that tone, he's heard it numerous times. It meant he did something that his wife either didn't like or made her have serious doubts.

What had he done recently? He hasn't blown anything up in over two weeks, a personal record as of recently. None of his inventions had caused harm to their children in quite a while either. Did he forget something? Their anniversary… when was that again? Her birthday? No, no, not that…

Jack can't ponder forever though, so he turns around to look at his beautiful wife. "What is it Madz?"

The look on her face shows she's conflicted, not angry. That's a good sign, hopefully he wouldn't get a punishment out of this. He just got a new pack of fudge he wanted to crack open!

Maddie sees his look and frowns. She clears her throat before beginning again, "Do you remember what Danny asked a while ago?" She pauses to let him contemplate, but the look on her face reminds her of who her husband is. Despite his selective genius, he was a borderline idiot on certain- no, many subjects.

"Can't say I do," He definitely looks confused. She sighed, "About a week ago. He asked us about-"

Jack cuts her off before she can finish, "AH! Yes! Danny asked about ghosts! It's so rare for him to take an interest in our research. I wonder if he's finally coming around to the Fenton family business?" Jack finishes with a satisfied smile, clearly pleased with his rather skewed remembrance.

Maddie pinches her brow before shedding more light on the point of this conversation. "Close, but no cigar, sweety. He asked us what we would do if he died and came back as a ghost, do you remember?"

Ah, that was what he said wasn't it? "Okay, I remember now. Why do you ask?" He felt his answer was the correct one, how could a Fenton possibly want to be stuck as a ghost? It was ludicrous, and went against everything their family stood for.

So he hadn't put any thought into the answer after all? "Jack, did you actually think it through? About what he said?"

She had found it puzzling why her son asked that, and she had thought about it. More than she thought she would, honestly. Could she end her son if he died and came back? She loved her baby boy, and she would never harm a single hair on his head.

But she knew what ghosts were. Nothing but pure evil, emotions hyped up way past insane levels of comprehension that was bound to malleable and radioactive hydrocarbons, that while similar to blood, contained enormous amounts of power in them that the very creatures comprised of the materials could manipulate. They're malevolent, uncaring, and while some are sentient, that makes them all the more dangerous. The ones with intelligence are able to lie, plan, scheme, and use abilities far more powerful than their more rabid counterparts.

If her son died, and came back, would he still be the same child she's always loved? Or would he be a monster that wanted nothing more than to confuse, trick and harm them?

"Yes, I did think it through honey." Jack sighs, so she was having doubts on this? "Maddie, how long have we been studying ghosts? We have mountains of data to support that ghosts are evil and beings of malice. Their own bodily composition makes them insane." He takes a breath, "They have no nerves, synapses, or a brain. We've found that out through a multitude of dissections and vivisection's on the things. They can't feel pain and can only feel emotions to such an extreme level that it twists and corrupts whatever it was in the first place. They're a mistake on nature and we're doing the world a service!" Jack seems to hesitate on the final part, before quietly speaking again. "Even if one day, it is our son or daughter." There was uncertainty in that tone though, and that it was even there meant even he wasn't sure he could do it. It was obvious he believed in what he said, but still, if their children ever died… and came back? Even Jack wasn't sure if he could do it.

There's a quiet pause for a solid minute before she speaks again, "... Jazz came and talked to me the next day." She gulps, unable to get the lump out of her throat. "She overheard the conversation and said Danny didn't care about the ghost part. There was a deeper meaning to the question." She frowns, Jazz had never told her what the meaning was. Despite asking, Jazz was beyond livid during the whole discussion, or more accurately, argument, and only told her to 'figure it out yourself!' Yelled, not told, she noted. She had never seen her daughter so furious and beyond reason. It certainly didn't help when she scanned her to see if she was possessed. No, if anything, that sent her over the edge.

Jack, if at all possible, somehow looks even more confused than he did earlier. Maddie shakes her head, she should have seen it coming. Jazz was the psychology whiz, Jack could barely hold a conversation that wasn't about ghosts, much less understand the intricacy of the human mind. And while she was smart, she was never that great at understanding people. Ghosts she could learn about through dissection and research. People took time to understand, and understanding a 14 year old is nigh impossible under normal circumstances. Much less with how alienated she is with her children.

"Well, do you have any idea?" Jack barked out, there was no way he was going to be able to understand. Maddie frowned before saying, "If I had to guess… it's that your answer upset him. Maybe…" No, that was impossible. There's no way her son would be sympathetic towards ghosts. It had to be another reason, but what? "I'm not sure honey, really, I'm not. We might just have to ask him whenever he gets home." She hated that she couldn't figure out something about her son. They haven't always been the closest, especially recently, but she always thought she could understand her children.

"Maybe," he hummed, "You know I've only ever been good at stuff when it comes to ghosts." Despite how pathetic the actuality of that statement is, he wears it with a badge of pride evident in his voice. "I've tried understanding our kids, but Jazz has been more of an adult than me since she was nine, and unfortunately Danny has always been more in touch with you, Madz." It wouldn't be a lie if he said that Jazz was his favorite, but that doesn't mean he loves his son any less, just that he's always been closer to his wife.

"I guess we'll just have to ask when he gets home." She was hoping for some insight on this incident before Danny got home, but it seems that they're going to have to get it directly from the source. "Is he not home now?" The larger man asks.

The Fenton matriarchs eye twitches, "Obviously not, otherwise we wouldn't be having this conversation." Maddie sighs while rubbing her face with her hand. "How are we coming along on the portal?" She changes the subject to something more productive, getting angry at his lack of ability to notice the obvious would get them nowhere. Not that she was any better in this case.

Jack perks up at that, already feeling more comfortable in something he has concrete knowledge in. "Those coils are specially made, so I had to call Vladdy to order some more. I got a couple extra for a good deal, just in case it blows up like that again."

Maddie can feel her frustration mounting. The lack of progress in the previous discussion, and the mistakes of her husband which put them down a pretty penny were creeping their way into the back of her mind.

"We wouldn't need those extra coils if you hadn't left it on in the first place Jack! Also, why did you put the secondary power switch inside the portal?! What if an accident happened because of it?!" That was what she was really mad about, the parts delayed them less than a week at most, nothing to the last twenty years, and they had other stuff they could work on in the meantime. The fact that one of two power switches for the portal was on the inside is what really infuriated her. The portal needed both of the switches active to function, and that one of them was on the inside was such a colossal mistake, it bordered on actual retardation.

"Whoops," A sheepish grin forms on Jacks face, "I meant to put it next to the hand scanner, but I might have flipped it around a bit by accident." The teehee face he shows her was the final push.

"It's not a laughing matter, Jack." Jacks smile falters,'Uh oh'. Her tone getting this cold meant that he was going to get a punishment. He was doing so good too!

Maddie narrows her eyes at her husband. "No fudge for the next two weeks, and we're only working on my projects till the parts get here!" Jacks jaw slams open as he tries to find the words to respond. Eventually his body falls into place on its own. He dropped to his knees, "NOOOOOOOOO! NOT THE FUDGE!?" That was what hurt him the most, his wife's projects were normally more successful anyway. But the fudge… the fudge!

It wasn't until around five p.m. that Danny got home. Clearing out a whole cave high up on the mountain wasn't the most fun thing he's done, especially recently, but no one ever said he wasn't efficient. He had enough time to warm up a frozen TV dinner in the microwave and eat it before his mom came out of the lab to talk to him.

That, in and of itself, was weird.

His parents rarely come out to talk to him. The only time they've come out recently was for work or when he was in middle school.

Actually, most of his memories from middle school with them involved punishing him for getting in trouble at school for stuff he didn't do. They still, to this day, don't believe that he gets bullied by his peers. Despite what he tells them, what Jazz tells them.

Never. He's always the liar. 'Bullshit.'

So what could his mom possibly want now?

His mood plummets as his mom starts the conversation. "You're asking what I meant a week ago?" Disbelief colors his face with confusion and a slowly creeping anger. "A week ago? Really? Why are you asking me now, why not earlier?" He was hoping they would ask the day after, maybe two. But a week? Was it just a passing after thought? Couldn't be bothered to remember till now?

"I thought about what you said, but when Jazz and I got in an argument about our conversation, she wouldn't tell me either." When did they do this? He was kind of out of it the first couple days after, so it's possible he just wasn't paying attention, or playing games. Danny's nostrils flared and his eyes twitched, she thought of it for a week and she still couldn't figure it out?

"You thought about it for a week?" He cleared his throat before he raised his voice anymore, "A whole week, and Jazz dropped hints, and you still couldn't figure it out?!" Danny was clenching his hands so hard his knuckles popped. Fingernails dug into his palms leaving crescent marks that threatened to break skin. His mom was so smart, but why was she as clueless as his dad in the worst ways?!

Maddie winced, if it wasn't clear before, now it was obvious this meant something more to her son. "I've never been good with understanding how people think honey, but even after asking Jazz, all she said was to 'figure it out myself.'" She huffs, as if her annoyance could possibly compare to his. Sure, it was a question that unintentionally had a double meaning, but after Jazz explained it, it had hurt all the more. Danny wanted to laugh; they couldn't even figure it out.

They could build a portal to the supposed afterlife, make a science out of the supernatural, and they invented new devices and technology that netted them enough money to fund everything, and yet they couldn't figure out why he was upset? He still didn't have an allowance even though they made so much!

Sure, the possible hidden meaning of his question wasn't even obvious to him until after Jazz explained it, and his dad was a dumbass. His mom though, was so smart and it made it even worse that she couldn't understand. She hadn't even refuted his father, and he had spoken without an ounce of hesitation. That she was asking showed that she cared, but if she really couldn't figure it out, then… it wasn't enough. It just made him feel worse.

So he exploded, "Yeah? YEAH?! Well you should, it's not that hard!" His voice cracked but he didn't care. She should be able to figure it out! It's not that fucking hard! "FIGURE IT OUT YOURSELF OR FORGET IT LIKE YOU GUYS ALWAYS DO, CUZ I'M NOT TELLING YOU SHIT!" He stands up from the table, knocking the chair onto the floor, before storming up to his room. His mother's scoldings fall on deaf ears. His stomps ring out through the house, ghostly power seeping into his body in response to his anger. When he reaches his room, he winced when he slammed the door. He didn't mean to slam it quite that hard. He couldn't help it though, he just felt so angry! He can say with confidence, even after everything that's happened in and out of school, he's never felt so crossed before.

Danny flopped onto his bed and screamed into his pillow. Green energy leaked from his eyes, he could feel it. He can see the glow on the pillow. He had to physically restrain himself from breaking anything. Punching his pillow does nothing to abate the still mounting fury.

Why was he still getting angry? He knows they're oblivious, his dad he never hoped for, but he truly hoped his mom would refute his claim made days prior. To say she wouldn't end him again if he came back. To say that his father didn't mean what he said. He did mean what he said though, and if she didn't say anything about it, then what else can it mean, if not a silent agreement. Again, Danny feels himself seething farther along. Irate pulsing from his core seems to feed into his body, empowering it with the supernatural energy. His anger was forming into power? Danny got up from his bed as he slowly lost control of his dormant power.

Danny stared at his hands as ectoplasm unwillingly formed across them, slowly covering his body. He tried to will it away, but the only will he had now was one led by fury. Eventually his whole body is covered and he's now in his second form. He grits his teeth and drops to his knees. The teenage ghost grabs his head and groans in frustration. It was worse in this form, he couldn't control his emotions. They were building too quickly and becoming almost unbearable. His breathing increases even though he doesn't need it, a habit of the living, which currently he was not.

Danny gets back up with shaky steps, making his way to the window and roughly opening it. There's no way he can concentrate enough to fly through the solid glass. The second he's opened the window enough he launches into the air. He's hyperventilating, his vision is fuzzy, his head hurts and his heart aches with rage. Danny keeps going higher, he needed to get away before he explodes, and right now that felt more literal than he wanted.

After a minute of solid flight he lets out a scream in the clouds high above his hometown.

His emotions bleed through his undead vocal cords and energy blasts off his body. Flares of ectoplasm whip out from random parts of his body. An arch of electricity lashes out at the clouds, dancing through the constructs of water vapor and ice crystals.

From the ground below it looks as if a green thunderstorm was forming, the unnatural ominous color unnerves those who witness it. Lightning isn't supposed to be green, at least normally. The weather forecast didn't say anything about a thunderstorm today either.

Danny's feelings run haywire, his power being enhanced by his negative emotions. Pain, sadness, betrayal, loneliness, isolation, annoyance, fear, despair, guilt, and finally anger. Anger just kept coming back, further pushed by his memories. The mockery and abuse by his peers, his friends lying to him, his parents inadvertently rejecting him, the pain of feeling so damn alone. His death. It all came at once and the eventual build-up came forth in a fiery outcome.

The otherworldly energy poured from Danny's body, lashing out at the air around him. Small explosions from ecto-blasts thundered out, he didn't even fire them on purpose. His power was acting on its own, rays spewed from random areas on his body as green and red tears streaked his face. His screams became hoarse and his body burned at the oncoming flux of energy.

The sudden lightning and thunderstorm gave the citizens of Amity Park pause. Literally, minutes ago the sky was clear except for the few large clouds, but they didn't look threatening. There was no rain, no wind, but the constant stream of green electricity Danny kept giving off painted the evening sky green. Green lightning wasn't unnatural, strange and rare, sure, but no one in this town had seen it before.

It kept building and building until it stopped. As soon as the storm came, it was gone. Danny was able to restrain himself momentarily, he remembered the good times. The fun he had with his friends, the few good memories he shared with his parents, how comforting and understanding his sister is, his estranged but encouraging uncle, but it wasn't enough. One final push of energy, all of it that was contained at once burst through.

Danny curls up in an attempt to contain what's to come, but ultimately fails. From his body came a shock wave of energy going in every direction, the almost impossibly bright light shot out with Danny's body as the epicenter. With Danny as its source, the energy repulsed out, eviscerating the surrounding cloud coverage. The energy was loud, bright, hot, and pushed and destroyed anything within thirty feet of Danny. With him as the core of the explosive release, every emotion bled through in one final show of power.

The unintentional show of power ended after a couple seconds, the wave of energy dispersing without actually harming anyone. It left Danny panting, barely able to stay afloat in the sky.

That release of energy left him feeling depleted, but emotionally he felt refreshed, like he was in control again. Danny idly noticed that the clouds he used as a curtain were now gone, leaving him uncomfortably exposed for the world to see.

And see they did. This was the modern age, everyone had a phone that had a camera in their pockets. Obviously his actions would garner the attention of more than a few, and with his enhanced eyesight he could see many people that had been and still were recording his outburst.

Danny grimaced, this wasn't good. It was clear that it was time to leave.

Using the last bit of energy he had, Danny turned invisible and flew back to his home. Upon arrival he thankfully transformed back into his human form, not that he could have stayed longer as his ghostly half. Exhausted both physically and emotionally Danny fell asleep hoping that he didn't expose himself too badly.

The last thing he needed was his parents hunting for his ghost.

Unfortunately, both Danny's figure and his explosive release was caught on camera, something he would learn of the next day. Hundreds of people would upload videos of him. Many that weren't there would claim it a hoax, and a well made video, but those who lived at Amity Park knew very well that it was real, but they wouldn't know who it was until months later.

Jack and Maddie Fenton on the other hand, knew exactly what it was that caused it. "Holy cow! Madz, it's a ghost, and he's a powerful one to boot!" Jack yells.

Maddie nods enthusiastically, all traces of her somber mood now gone. The video, this wonderful video, gave a very good display of what the ghost could do.

She frowned, the thing was powerful. It released a constant stream of large amounts of energy, and showed an ability to manipulate electricity or lightning. Not the first time they've seen one use the ability, but none so far have been so powerful. "We have to capture it." She states.

This ghost easily trumped anything they've come across, what marvels could they gleam into if they had it strapped to their table? It looked human, not terribly rare, but many ghosts took a misshapen form. Possible age couldn't be determined, neither could its facial features or what exactly it was wearing. Every video they've seen so far wasn't the best quality, but they have enough to know for sure it was a ghost. The ecto-sensors were going off like crazy earlier as well.

Jack is bouncing up and down in anticipation. "Let's suit up! Grab the best gear honey, we've gotta go and look for it now, before it escapes!" Maddie doesn't have to respond, she's already grabbing weapons from the rack. She tosses Jack a large black and white bazooka and grabs a silver and green rifle. They take some equipment as well. The currently experimental Specter-Deflector, the Jack o' Nine Tails and the Fenton Finder.

With everything in hand Jack bolts up the stairs, "Alright, let's go! To the Fenton Family Ghost Assault Vehicle!" Maddie is right behind him, she would have liked to grab more but time was of the essence! If only she could have had the Fenton Thermos done, the Nine Tails was great for momentarily catching a ghost, but her designs for the thermos would make it a prime ghost catching tool.

They would return later into the night, empty handed, but barely disheartened. They didn't know if it left, but they had ideas to build into reality and they would be ready whenever the spook decided to show itself again!