This is my second story so blah, blah, blah…here's the story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom or any of its characters.

Summery: I knew who he was. I didn't care. He was the enemy, and my job was to destroy him. And he didn't know, he didn't need too. Not if he was dead.

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Chapter 1: Am I Seeing What I Think?

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I was on yet another high-speed chase with Amity Park's number one ghost kid, Danny Phantom. He was the only ghost that had managed to evade me for the longest. Every time I'd get him where I wanted him and squeeze out with little or no effort.

Until today.

I was on his tail and the long alley he'd turned down led to a dead end. Sure, he could easily disappear or phase into the ground or something but not if I captured him in my new gadget he wouldn't. It would disable his powers and make him vulnerable.

"When are you going to learn, I don't give up?" I shouted to the ghost still flying at least a hundred miles per hour.

"When are you going to learn, I'm not the bad guy?" he retorted turning on his back so he could see me.

His mistake.

He rammed right into the last wall of the alley. I slowed my jet slide to a halt and a smirk grew on my face.

"Looks like you're out of options," I growled. He opened his mouth to say something but I gave him no chance as I threw a net over him. A net that would disable his powers long enough for me to finish him.

He struggled; I paid no attention. He tried to phase out, blow it up, and punch his way out to no avail. When he finally stopped wiggling I pulled out my ecto-gun and aimed it at his head.

"Any last words, ghost?" I offered. He seemed frantic but scared at the same time. He began to writhe again, and I gently sat my gun down to admire the ghost's futile attempts to free himself. I knew he couldn't get out of it, so I knew I was okay.

He stopped after about five minutes of trying but this time not because he knew he couldn't get out. No. This time because exhaustion had gotten the better of him and had lost conciseness. I was actually sad to see him pass out like that.

I wanted to hear him scream and shout from the pain I was about to inflict upon him. I raised my gun a second time only to be stopped by the strangest happening. A ring of blue light formed around his wait and separated into, one going up, the other going down.

When the rings had finished their job I was no longer facing a green eyed, white haired ghost, but a blue eyed, raven haired shy high school freshmen.

Danny Fenton.

I gasped suddenly and dropped my gun out of shock while my eyes widened further than humanly possible.

I first felt confused on what had just happened. How did one acquire ghost abilities? Oh, never mind, I knew that answer. A ghost was controlling Danny and using him for his own selfish needs. Or better yet, Phantom had just disguised himself as a human.

Then I felt angry. I felt angry at that stupid Danny Fenton, one of the only people I'd ever felt attracted to, was really a ghost in disguise. So, I did what came second nature to me. I didn't care that Danny was really sweet, or so it would seem, when he was 'Danny.' He may have been a true friend, or so I thought, but he was only playing me to get his way.

I raised my gun while in my head I continued to rant. Danny was a ghost. He was evil. I'd liked a ghost, and maybe still did.

My finger was laid upon the trigger. My frustration grew. My heart exploded.

I shot.

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A/N: I'm evil. Am I right? Anyway, this isn't going to be long, I intended it to be a one-shot but I decided it would be too long, and it'd be more exciting to make yall wait in agony. I have the rest typed, but will make yall wait until…next Saturday. Unless I get enough reviews I'm encouraged to continue.