Author Note: Credit for the idea of GiW capturing Wes and credit for the dialogue goes to the tumblr user, Hashtag-art.
And thus the story ends.

~CWA

That Ghost Kid:

The agents were watching him. They had suspected it for quite some time- that the ghost kid had some alternative personality that he used to hide from them and others. It only made sense since Phantom seemed to always disappear. They weren't as stupid as some people thought they were.

So they started to watch the kids at Casper High, students that were around Phantom's age. They watched them and their habits- their faces… They started to listen too and they listened to all of the rumors, the gossip, and… they listened to them teasing some kid named Wes.

They found him.

Wes coughed violently, wondering just how he ended up in his current position- tied up to a chair, beaten to almost a pulp, and being interrogated by the Guys in White.

Oh no, he knew how he ended up in the position. The Guys in White, like everyone else, thought that he looked like the ghost boy. It didn't help that they heard the other kids calling him Phantom. Unlike everyone else, the agents believed Wes to truly be the ghost kid... And they were going to act on it.

That ghost kid, Wes thought bitterly, it's his fault. If he never became a ghost, then I wouldn't be in so much pain right now.

Cuts and scrapes covered him from the rough way the agents treated him. A few bruises were staring to form on his face, his back, and all over his body. Rope burns were starting to cover his wrists. His eye was almost entirely shut since it was black and bruised. His chest felt like it was on fire with pain. His head was down, his orange hair falling against his forehead, soaked in sweat and a bit of blood. His basketball uniform was stained with patches of his blood and he wondered just how he could go get those stains out. His breathing was becoming shallow and shaky.

Standing in front of him were two agents, one holding a weapon in his hands. The agents wore the respected white uniform and had an intimidating presence. They stood up tall and proud, never faltering as they had beaten him- never once considering that he wasn't the ghost kid.

"Fess up, ghost kid," one of them said, "You've got nowhere to go."

"If you don't give us what we want, we'll bring in the scientists," the other added, "And the… experiments."

Wes coughed again, a few drops of blood landing on the floor,

"I already told you, I'm not him! If I was, don't you think I already would've escaped?"

The agents shared a look- he had a point. If they had ended up capturing some human kid and not the ghost kid, they would be in serious trouble and possibly lose their jobs. They were so sure though… Maybe the kid was just messing with them?

It's that ghost kid's fault, Wes continued to rant, it's his entire fault it always is his fault.

"But if you let me go," Wes continued, looking up at them, "… I can tell you who Phantom really is."