Police Department: Questioning/Briefing Room, May 3rd Monday 4:23pm

Danny shuffled awkwardly in the sturdy wooden chair, his eyes searched the small room, landing him staring coldly at the one-way glass that appeared as black as coal from his side of it. The place smelt of cleaning fluids and smoke, with walls that were plain as paper.

His hands held on his lap fumbled to his knees. Clenching them into fists, knuckles turning white as blood lost its way. Danny's puffy red eyelids squeezed shut, banishing the air from his cold eyes.

Sounds erupted from the door isolated in the corner of the boring room. The emotionless boy's eyes snapped open. The clean black entrance creepily opened.

A man - in around his late 50s - strode into the room wearing an ironed black suit, snowy white button top and a blue tie fastened neatly into place. The man's face was slightly wrinkly, his mouth in a stern horizontal line with an expression almost as drained as his, with his grey and brown hair cut at a fine length above his ears.

Danny stared daggers into the man.

Closing the door behind him, the large man approached the seat opposite to Danny's, laying his impregnable black case on the floor to his side. He sat down abruptly and smiled at the stone-hearted boy.

"Good afternoon," his gaze averted downwards to a pile of papers - which Danny just noticed were laid out across the table – and the man studied the fine print, "Daniel James Fenton"

Danny only squinted his eyes with a frown to show he was disgusted and looked down at the cold floor to his left.

The man was unfazed and continued to talk: "Daniel, my name is William Hendrickson, I am here to address", he coughed, "'recent events'"

The boy fidgeted but remained stern to his progressive blinking contest with the ground.

"As you know, the government has thoroughly read over your incident and has come to a conclusion."

Danny's head lifted, his blood shot eyes fixated into Mr. Hendrickson's, his expression dull and lifeless.

"You will be put under the Witness Protection Act, you will be transferred to Amity Park, Minnesota." Danny's eyes widened. Anger and despair and surprise swirling into a spiral of emotions. "One more thing, your name is no longer Daniel James Fenton," he paused and glanced down at his messy papers, "your name will be changed until the threat is apprehended, to Daniel Jay Green."

American Airline: Economy Class Seat 29A, May 30th Sunday 6:12pm

"What a pain in the ass." Danny laid his head across the air plane table, unruly and tempered about everything.

It's been a month since what the papers call "The Incident". What a horrible name. The death of 86 people and they brush it off as an "incident". Friggin' politicians.

Danny unfused his head from the table and looked out the ice imprinted window. Frost crawling slowly up from the bottom and branching into angelic arks and swirling patterns. It brought back memories he tried so hard to push down…

Ice. So cold.

"Excuse me sir?" Danny quickly pulled back into reality with the call of his attention. "Sir?"

The dazed boy quickly looked to his right to see a confused flight attendant, her eyes swarming with intrigue.

"Uh… Yah?" Danny spoke almost without a stutter.

The woman smiled and gestured to a food trolley, "Would like some refreshments before we land sir?" Her smile made her look so fake and shiny, like a Barbie doll.

Danny barfed a bit on the inside… "Sure. Just, Diet Soda please."

"OK!" The plastic woman fumbled through the trolley, searching for the paying order.

"Can you believe it?"

Danny heard a faint whisper from a guy the seat behind his.

"The Incident is probably just some hoax, no way that many people could die by one single person." The man next to the guy laughed silently with disbelief.

"Yah, probably just a coverup."

"No, I bet it didn't even happen, I haven't seen proof yet."

Danny's hands curled into tight fist, his heart slowed down abruptly, his eyes clouding with anger.

The man laughed. "What dumbasses, when will they know when to qui-"

"Sir?" The women cut off Danny's connection with the men behind him, holding forward a plastic cup with ice and a diet soda can. The pissed off boy grabbed the offered items and slammed them on the wobbly table. The woman decided not to comment and continued down the aisle.

"Ladies and gentlemen we will be landing shortly, for your safety please push back your seats and fix your tray tables to the upright position." The pilot announcement had excitement from other passengers all around about landing after 7 hours of boredom and joint pain. Danny cursed the trolley woman for not arriving earlier with his drink and chugged his soda, retracting the tray table into the chair in front.

Danny eyed the ground sluggishly, eavesdropping on conversation around the bumbling plane and rubbing his hands as if cold.

The plane landed soon after. Danny however, was the last to leave the now abandoned flying machine. Grabbing his luggage from the compartment above his seat, he looked back at the window. The frost now melted with no evidence it was ever there. He smiled for the first time in ages when a bird flew past the isolated glass. The smile faded and he wandered away. Danny rolled his luggage off the plane, never to see it again.

Ice crawled onto the window, a chill of forgotten memories in every spiral of frost, the glass cracked, all that was left was the faint smell of ectoplasm...

Amity Park: Casper High Principal's Office, May 31st Monday 8:46am

The office was blinding. Spirit was flying off the walls of the small room, trophies, metals and banners covered the area like paint. It matched the rest of the school with its potent red and white colours.

Danny's house was in refurbishment, it being apparent that there was a murder there, which was why it was so damn cheap, so the government decided school would be the best option while he waited. Danny thought otherwise…

"Good morning Daniel!" Danny spun around to see a hyper Asian woman fumbling around in her seat behind a tall desk with papers stacked neatly in orderly piles.

Danny's emotionless face drooped into a annoyed frown. "So this is the principle…"

"My name is Principal Ishiyama, if you have any problems or cause any problems you can come see me." Her gingerly voice made Danny cringe internally. "Do you have any questions about the school?"

The exasperated boy stared intently at the gleeful principal, his eye twitched with annoyance. He thought for a moment then put on the most fake smile, almost as fake as plastic. "No. I'll be fine."

Her smile stretched a thousand times when she heard his voice.

"OK then! Just give me a second I'll get you your lesson plan."

Danny stared down at his feet. "I miss them…"

Suddenly, the door banged open, a clashing sound erupted as it hit the wall. "Sorry Mr. Lancer! I missed the bus agai-!" A frazzled boy screamed from the open entrance.

Danny spun round to see an African-American male with cargo pants, a plain yellow sweater, a red bureau and glasses leaning on the tip of his nose. The boy seemed dazed and paused. "This isn't Mr. Lancer's classroom is it."

Principal Ishiyama stared at the young boy. "Mr. Lancers classroom is two doors down the left corridor, please try to arrive on time Mr. Foley."

The boy grinned sheepishly and turned to see Danny, his grin faded and began to exchange looks with the mysterious newcomer. His smile returned and he ran out the room, dragging his large bag with him.

"Here it is!" Principal Ishiyama cheered.

Danny spun round again and grabbed the offered paper. "Thanks." He looked at the first lesson of today. "English with… Mr. Lancer? I guess I'm in the same class as that Foley kid…" "I'll be heading off."

"You are sure you'll be OK?" Her worried tone made Danny flinch.

"Yah." He grabbed his bag handle and threw the thing onto his back, walking out of the room with a frown, he made his way to his first class.

Onto the path of a horrible fate…

A/N

Well... Uh... Hello again readings it has been awhile! Nice to be back.

I have some good news and some bad news! Good news: I REALLY like writing this story and I know exactly where this is going! So I am 100% definitely continuing this!

Bad news: You know all those other stories I started, well... um... I'm kind off putting them up for adoption... Sorry...

So please have a look at my past stories and see if you would like to adopt them, I don't like seeing things going to waste...

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