The blood wouldn't stop. No matter how hard Danny pressed against the wound on his shoulder, the blood wouldn't stop. Blood lines were now trailing down his arm, onto his leg, and staining his clothes forever. It dripped down onto the cold, hard concrete, making small pitier-patter noises as it hit the ground. Danny didn't know what happened today, and he didn't know why he was running. He didn't know how long he had been in that alley after his battle with Valerie, but it was the last event he could remember fully.

The events after that were a blur of red and green, with a evil glint appearing every second. Danny felt like he was looking through a fishbowl. His head hurt just thinking about it. An ectoblast here, and blood drop here, and a jewel. After Valerie, he could only remember a jewel.

The jewel was a fiery-red opal, cut so there would be a perfect hole in the center. It was too small to be a bracelet, but not small enough to be a ring. He could remember holding it in his hands, and Danny knew that if he could just find that jewel, he would remember.

But he didn't know if he wanted to.

The morning sun rose slowly over the dingy gray skyscrapers of this city. Danny didn't recognize any of his surroundings, which made him freak out ever more. He was also having a problem with his shoulder wound. Even in human form, he should of healed already. The blood was slowly staining his whole shirt a bright crimson red. Danny had bled so much that his blood was now starting to have freckles of green appear. Danny thought that he must look like the zombie in the movie he was watching yesterday with Sam and Tucker. At least, he thought it was yesterday. It could have been days or even weeks ago. His parents must be worried out if their heads, all for the wrong reasons.

Danny hid in an alley between to red-brick buildings. Purple graffiti littered the walls and the whole area was a mess. Danny waited, then as a shifty-looking teenager walked near the building, he pounced. Danny grabbed the teen, put one arm on the teen's chest, the other one under his legs. With a jerking movement, he moved his one arm down, the other one up. This made the teen flip over. Danny then caught him, then let his head slam down onto the pavement. This all happened in less than five seconds.

"Sorry," Danny whispered to the teen. He didn't like stealing, but sometimes you had no choice in the matter.

Danny quickly stripped the teen of his clothes. He then took of his own shirt and tried to fashion a bandage out of this. He got halfway through when his shoulder throbbed in pain and made him drop it. Danny hissed in pain and tried again. The wound was terrible to look at. Spanning from the top of his chest to the top of his shoulder blade, the wound was an ugly combination of black and red. The jagged opening of the wound looked like it was carved from something uneven, a rock, perhaps? Skulker's new weapon? Danny wasn't sure. He really didn't need to know.

Pus, ectoplasm, and blood was still leaking out of the open wound. Danny swore, then froze his shirt with his ice powers and tried again. It didn't work.

After what seemed like hours, but was actually only 20 minutes, Danny finally got the dang bandage to stay. He had already put on the guy's pants and shoes. They were about three sizes too big, (Danny had a slender body, unlike his dad) but Danny didn't really care for the moment what he looked like. His hair was probably a greasy rat's nest, and he was still bleeding buckets of blood. The guy was stirring. Danny quickly put on the shirt and ran off.

Running blindly into the city turned out not to be a good idea. Danny ran through twists and turn, alleys and deserted parks, through the skinny winter trees, crashing into people quite a lot, and finally into a town square. It was a pretty little thing, with red brick-work and a large fountain in the middle. Danny sat at the edge of the fountain, dipping his feet in the icy cold water. He thought of it to be about October, because they did not empty the spring yet. Resting may of not been a very good idea though, because Danny sensed something very familiar behind him.

"K...O...nice meeting you here." And with that Danny turned on his heel and ran away. He didn't take two steps when thousand of volts of electricity entered his body.

When Danny woke up for the first time after that, he couldn't remember what happened. When he opened his eyes, three baring walls entered his vision. He quickly closed his eyes as a loud female voice crackled over the intercom.

"Subject 1, Daniel Fenton/Phantom affirm transmission."

Danny was too stunned to do anything.

"Daniel Fenton, affirm transmission."

Silence.

"Affirm transmission. We will use force if necessary."

"Where...where am I?"

"I'm afraid I can't give you that information."

"How did I get here? What city are we in? Who are you?"

"Calm down Mr. Fenton. As of now, that information is classified. Now, how long were you aware of the fact that you had ghost powers."

"I...ghost powers?"

"You seem to be suffering from memory loss. I will go through a simple exercise to help. Annie woke up wearing an apron and a hat. She was holding two glasses one held red liquid, the other held green. Now, tell me Mr. Fenton, what was the woman's name?"

"...Annie." Then it all came back to Danny. The fight, Agent O and K, being knocked out.

"Hey! You're with the Guys in White! You can't keep me in here, I'm a human!"

"And under the Ecto Capture law, we can. Now, I will ask you again, how long were you aware of your ghost powers?

Danny stayed silent.

"I see you do not wish to answer at this time. I will ask later. Remember, Mr. Fenton, we will use force if necessary."

The intercom bleeped off. Danny looked around again. At first glance, the walls were white. But if you kept looking, you could see they were glowing a ghostly green. Looking down, Danny realized the clothes he took from the guy were gone, replaced by a glowing straitjacket. He tried turning intangible and received a shock for his efforts. Nothing he would be able to do will help him. So he turned into the corner and thought.

Once upon a time, there were 3 children. One was goth, one a geek, and one a ghost hunter's son. One day, the son went into a ghost portal. He came out half ghost. Did it matter?

It did.

One day, the ghost boy got kidnapped. Did it matter?

It did.

The door opened.

Two guys in white came in.

Later, a woman in the hall heard the screams,

and watched while blood splattered

on white walls,

staining them forever.

I really think my writing is bad. And I don't care if you flame. Just offer SOME advice. I'm barely old enough for this account. It is not the center of my life. And I'll never stop writing.