A/N: Wow, okay, this is really weird. I uploaded this chapter early January, and it never uploaded! So I just found that out now here's the actual upload. Wow, sorry for the wait. Enjoy!

Chapter Fourteen:

No Blood, No Foul

Chapter Song: Run For Your Life by The Fray

Nobody's POV

The peaceful log cabin house looked pretty innocent from the outside. But on the inside, it was just as violent as a war zone. More than a dozen human ghost hunters sat in the living room of the home. Two men, Joe and Charlie, who were in their young twenties stood in the center of the room playing—and failing—a game of pool. Their leader of this mission, Martin Gerald, was silently sitting in an armchair, looking over the members of his cult. Thinking to himself, he wondered why the ghost girl hadn't shown up yet. That dumb half ghost girl Danielle had killed his best member. She outsmarted him; no one has ever done that before. This revenge that he and his troop were taking was risky but perfectly worth it. She would kill herself to save anyone else. And that's what the plan was. And if it were a good day, Martin and the cult would kill her and her friends. That would be a nice day. But, Martin didn't 'do' nice.

"Hey Martin, you know, I really thought she'd come by now." Charlie said, shooting a pool ball across the table.

"Patience." Martin drummed his fingers on the soft fabric of the chair. Back in the kitchen, you could find another cult member searching through the half empty fridge. Behind him appeared to unlikely people to show up, a very old ghost named Alexander and sixteen year old jock Kyle Roland. The boy looking through the fridge didn't know what hit him. The ghost Alexander had wrapped his hands around the hunter's neck and as quickly as it was planned, it was done. He had snapped his neck with one swift motion. With one last groan, the ghost hunter had dropped to the floor dead. The house had become silent and in the living room, Martin was the only one who caught the noise.

"Cal, Juan, go into the kitchen." Martin ordered. The two nodded in agreement, knowing if they didn't Martin would get pissed. And when Martin gets pissed, it's not very pretty.

"Go look for your friend." Alexander ordered Kyle in the other room.

"Watch your back." The jock warned and snuck off looking for the geeky boy that the ghost hunters had kidnapped. Hiding in a hallway, Kyle watched Alexander fight off and kill two more. Alexander had disappeared and Kyle knew where he was going, the other room where the hunters were. After many moans, groans, and yells, Kyle hear their leader yell to them,

"The other boy is here to! Go find him!" He began freaking, though he didn't like admitting that. He had looked in many rooms and he still hadn't found his friend. Elsewhere, Charlie and Joe were sent to go in the house to look for the ghost girl's handsome friend. Martin had believed he was also in the house and there was nothing more than killing that jerk that was on the two hunters minds. While searching for the boy, Charlie had caught the sound of a clicking noise. A machine next to the chair had thought that the ghost girl was in the area. The machine was never wrong. Kyle, hiding behind a wall, watched the machine click, but he had no clue of what it did.

"Looks like we have a visitor." Joe had a smile tugging away on his face. They knew exactly where she was. Grabbing their trusty dart filled with a certain liquid, they headed to the outside basement.

Dani's POV:

A sharp pain appeared in my upper back. It was around my shoulder area, and man did it hurt! It was stinging. Before the complete pain registered with my mind, four hands forcefully grabbed onto me, pushing me to the ground. Suddenly, my ghost form felt less powerful. I somehow couldn't control it. It was like a battery running out of energy, it consumed me. I was changed back into my human form. Again? Really, again? Even when I didn't think they could take my powers away, they somehow found a way to. Fighting them off was futile; they had a pretty good grasp on me. Every time I moved they would hold on to me even tighter. The two hunters had tied my hands behind my back and wrapped a piece of cloth over and in my mouth so I couldn't say anything. Really, they were gagging and tying me? That's so 19th century.

"No! Stop! Don't do this!" Austin yelled, rattling the chains attached to his arms. It was like he didn't even open his mouth, the hunters had ignored his words and his continuous cries.

"Martin's going to be happy with us." One of them excitedly told the other. As they dragged me up the steep set of stairs, I tried kicking and screaming—I had tried everything. I tried dragging my body down on the ground for them to have a harder time carrying me, but it seemed like these guys were trained to not back down. Immediately once I was pushed and hauled through the front door, I could hear lots of fighting. Yells and cries came out of unrecognizable voices and shatters of glass and ceramic vases buzzed in my ear. The noises turned out to be coming from the living room, where everything was going on. The first thing to catch my eye was Alexander fighting off three—no four—ghost hunters. Five were dead on the ground. A small pool of blood was gathering up under one of their bodies. I cringed. There was no sign of Kyle anywhere. What if he'd been hurt?

"Hey boss, look what we found snooping around in the basement." The man to my right proudly stated. The room grew quiet. Alexander paused his fighting for a moment and looked at me disappointedly. Their 'boss' had taken advantage of Alexander being caught off guard and he threw him into the wall, making a large dent. My ghostly friend looked at me, shook his head, and then disappeared. He deserted me at a time like this. In the corner of my eye, I saw Kyle's head pop out from behind a wall. Then we met eye contact. His face read 'severely pissed off' but his eyes read 'what-did-you-get-yourself-into'. But I thought about it. What did I get myself into?

"I'm proud of you two. I didn't think anyone, let alone you two, was going to be able to do it," the man who I found out's name was Martin had begun walking closer to me, "you're just the feisty one, now aren't you?" He put a finger under my chin and made me look up at him. My glassy eyes watched him judgingly look over the features on my face. Fine, if I was going to be on my own for this since Alexander deserted me, I could at least improvise. With one swift motion, I lifted up my leg and kicked Martin in the stomach. He stumbled backwards. The two idiots holding me were so shell shocked at what just happened, I easily ducked under them and was able to get out of their grasps. Powerfully kicking them in the back, they were both sent tumbling to the ground. I scrambled to slip my hands out of the rope. I'd think about the times I had my lucky rope braclet on and during class, how I'd have to squeeze my hand really tightly to get out of it. And just like that, the rope came off. Quickly I untied the cloth from my mouth and carelessly threw it beside me. Martin had regained his thoughts and stood up. His hate filled eyes gazed over his two semi-trusted men lying on the floor dazed and unconscious. He began charging at me. Me, to busy fighting off another guy, didn't notice Martin till the very last second. With every forcefull hit we threw at each other, we somehow managed to duck and stay impeccable. That was until he drew his arm back and punched me in the face. The impact was so hard it sent me to the floor. The pain in my jaw didn't compare to any other pain I had received from ghost fighting before. My face stung and tingled and I could tell my jaw was popped out of place. But, focusing on a popped out jaw wasn't in my intentions, I had to focus on not getting killed today, because I'm sure that'd hurt much more. Collecting myself together, I tried picking myself up. Adjacent to me, there was a knife lying next to a dead body. Martin walked over to be, grabbed a fist full of my shirt, and lifted me off the ground. Quickly analyzing the situation, I grabbed and gabbed the knife into his leg. I've never stabbed somebody before; I could throw up. A scream erupted from his mouth; he staggered backwards and lost his balance though he still stood up. With the knife still in my hand, I jumped into the air and karate kicked him backwards again. I punched him in the face once and pushed him against the wall, knocking down a lamp in the process. I knocked his head against the wall. Punch after punch to Martin's face, I groaned at the pain of his jawbone hitting my knuckles. There was blood on my hands and fingers. I wasn't able to tell if it was from his bleeding nose or one of my knuckles being cut open. Or both.

"Stop! Stop! We can make a deal out of this, we don't need any more killing!" Martin pleaded, feeling himself slip away from too much trauma to the head. Getting off track for a minute I wondered why the other two I had knocked down didn't go after me yet.

"You tried killing me, then my friend, then me again." I paused, "you pissed me off! I want you dead!" I tried saying. My God it hurt to move my mouth! I was going to kill him for punching me in my face. Girls didn't get punched. But guys did. With one last blow to the face, I watched his eyes close and his chest stop breathing. I felt accomplished yet terrified at the same time because I'd never killed anyone. Ghosts, yes, but humans? Never. And now in less that a half hour, I had killed four. Reluctantly, I stood up and turned around, ready to face whoever I had to take down. But I found there was no body to re-attack. All the enemies were on the ground, the only two people standing—Alexander and Kyle. The pain in my jaw caught my attention, making my hand fly up to my face and cradle where I got punched.

"You're officially insane." Kyle commented. I just looked at him. So many words could have been formed to make comebacks to that, but I just looked at him with a sad expression on my face. You know what? No, I wasn't going to take that. As I opened my mouth to start reprimanding him, a hand grasped around my ankle and pulled me down. I shrieked and fell to the floor. Martin was just faking dead. His nails dug into my jeans and just when I thought it was about to get worse, his grasp let go. When I looked up, Alexander was kicking him, and he was the one to end his life. My shaking body scrambled away. My jaw was throbbing, it hurt so bad I could cry.

"Is he gone?" Kyle asked, looking at Martin's lifeless body. Alexander nodded.

"Are you okay?" He asked, helping me up. Once I was up, I just looked at him.

"You just disappeard like that? How could you?" I looked to him, my hand still glued to my jaw.

"It's called the element of surprise, something you clearly haven't learned yet." He raised a brow. I opened my mouth to speak but closed it when a shot of pain appeared in my jaw.

"What'd he do? Pop your jaw out? Break something?" He crossed his arms over his chest.

"Yeah." I quietly answered, my voice cracking.

"Come here." Alexander motioned me over with his hand. I walked over to him and he did something so unexpected that it shocked Kyle and I both. Using his ghost powers, he powerfully slapped me against my jaw line. With a loud shriek, I was sent crashing into the back wall.

"Dude!" Kyle yelled and ran over to me. Regaining my thoughts I looked up in shock.

"What the hell?" I yelled.

"Does your jaw hurt?" he calmly asked. I moved it around and then noticed it wasn't painful anymore.

"No." I commented somewhat surprised.

"You can thank me later." He smirked. Kyle, in his rare nice guy attitude, helped me up.

"Thanks." I mumbled.

"Don't think I'm not angry at you because I'm helping you out."

"When are you not angry at me." I rolled my eyes.

"I'm sorry to break up this pity party, but we still haven't found your friend."

"He's downstairs. Basement." I informed.

"Good, looks like our work here is done." Alexander clapped his hands together in accomplishment.

"Thank you for helping me. I know it took a lot and was pretty risky." I rubbed the back of my neck, looking down to the dead bodies on the floor, it made me uncomfortable standing here with them.

"Hey, no blood no foul. But your welcome, Danielle," he smiled, "you going to be okay?" he wondered. All of the sudden, I felt this sudden urge of power come over me once again. The two familiar rings I grew to know and love came over me and I was transformed back into Dani Phantom.

"Now I will be." I said with a smile growing on my face. Hm, that was quicker than last time.

"I'll see you around? Drop by and visit once and a while. You know, it can get quite lonely living in an abandoned apartment building by yourself."

"I could only imagine."

"And also, do me a favor and clean up your hand. It's quite revolting." He eyed the blood on my hand.

"You just killed 7 people and your complaining about a little blood?" I cocked my head.

"We all have our drawbacks with stories to back them up." He chuckled, "goodbye Danielle." He nodded his head.

"See you soon. Thanks again." I told him, and then he disappeared. Kyle looked at me and there was an awkward silence. We both looked at our surroundings, dead bodies and blood. It was creepy.

"I'll go get Austin." I broke the awkward silence and turned myself invisible then intangible, pushing myself through the floorboards. Directly under the living room was where Austin was being held captive. He sat there trying to get the chains off of his wrists. He was weak, he couldn't do anything like that, only I could. Once my feet touched the ground, I turned myself visible.

"You're wasting your time." I crossed my hands over my chest. He looked up.

"Dani! You're okay!

"The more important question is, are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Get out of here before they come back for you again."

"They're all gone, don't worry."

"What do you mean they're gone?" he said in disbelief. I blankly stared at him.

"Oh my God." He looked at me disgusted.

"Hey, don't look at me, I didn't want to kill anyone. I'm pretty freaked out myself."

"Fine, we can talk about it later, can you get this stuff off of me?" he pleaded. Walking over to him, I grabbed a hold to the chains and ripped them from the wall. Got to love super ghost power strength, I said to myself. I did the same to the other one. I put my hand on Austin's shoulder, turned us intangible and the shackles around his wrist fell to the ground in a second. Feeling weak, I let myself change back into my human form.

"Let's go." I ordered. We ran out of the room, swerved around the twisted hallways, then eventually up the stairs. Kyle was waiting at the top of the stairs for us.

"Come on, hurry up." He impatiently said. We all wanted to get out of this crime scene just as much as he did.

"Okay, okay, we're coming." I mumbled. Once both Austin and I reached the top of the stairs we darted right for his car, which was pretty far out. The rain had let up a bit, but it was still coming down hard. We jumped off the porch and began running, Kyle and I getting re-soaked by the rain. But then I stopped in my tracks. I couldn't just leave the house like that. Someone was bound to find the bodies. And from there, a whole investigation would start. What if they tracked the DNA or blood on Martin's face to me?

"Dani?" I heard Austin call. The two boys had continued to run and they never saw me stop until no. I didn't answer. With a train of events, my secret would be blown if I left the house like this. The boys were getting tired of standing in the rain. It was Kyle's turn to speak.

"Fenton, let's go!" He yelled.

"I'll be right back, go to the car." I told them the two confused boys. Running off into the house, the second I stepped foot in it, the metallic smell of blood wafted from the living room. My body tensed from nerves. My hands shook uneasily; I needed to get out of here. I eventually found the kitchen by going down the same hallway that led to the living room. It was eerily silent. Every cabinet I checked, I couldn't find anything I needed. There wasn't a lighter or matches anywhere to be found. That was until I opened the cabinet above the stove. Bingo, I said in my head. Taking a match out of the box, I thought about how I was going to do this. This had to look like an accident. And with the house being wooden and so run down, it would be gone in only a few minutes. Walking over to the freezer, I opened it and found a large bottle of vodka. Alcohol was flammable, so that means vodka would be too, right? I popped the cap on it and held it by the neck. I poured one fourth of the bottle onto the carpeting under the kitchen table. Ugh, it smelled like a bar. I set it down on the counter and then lit one of the matches. Without hesitation, I threw the match onto the carpet and watched it go up in flames. Grabbing the freezing cold bottle and keeping the box of matches in my hand, I quickly walked over to the living room where all of the dead hunters were lying. I walked around, pouring the rest of the bottle all over the room. Even on the bodies. It made me cringe. When the bottle was finished, I chucked it against the back wall and it shattered into a thousand pieces. Taking three matches out, I rubbed the heads of them against the rough part of the box. They ignited at the same time. I looked at the fire and I knew this meant no going back. I was a monster for doing this. I threw the matches in different places and everything was set ablaze.

I ran out of the room and down the hallway, throwing another burning match down the hallway. I ran out the front door and slammed it shut. When I looked up I found the guys still standing there. The rain had got began to fall harder.

"I told you guys to go to the car!" I yelled, running as fast as I could to them.

"What did you do?" Kyle asked.

"Let's go." I ordered and we began running. Austin stopped.

"I smell smoke." He observed. Kyle and Austin turned to me with wide eyes.

"Fenton…" Kyle began, but there was a loud explosion. The windows of the house exploded and smoke was coming from the roof.

"Dani, what did you do?"

"Lets go." I demanded and for once, they listened.

"Furthermore, lets move onto the rare story of where lightning struck a house right outside of Amity Park. Let's go to Jeff on the scene right now." The Chinese reporter announced. The television changed to show a reporter in a field with a burnt down house in the background. There were barely any remains. It had stopped raining there, it had turned into a light drizzle.

"Thanks Amy. Now, with today's top story. Right outside Amity Park deep inside the woods, an empty wooden cabin was struck by lightning. Police aren't aware if anyone was in the house at the time, but if they were, the remains were burnt. Police Chief Stone says that they have investigated the scene and it appears that no one has lived here in years. On the other hand, it—" The reporter went on and on.

"Turn it off." My voice cracked. Austin, Kyle, and I were all sitting in the dark in Kyle's living room. We'd been watching the news for the past ten minutes debating whether the story I caused would be placed on the news. It was. Kyle switched to another channel and the room fell silent.

"I still can't believe you set the place on fire." Austin, who was sitting on the floor, said in disbelief.

"Neither can I."

"Can we stop talking about this?" I asked, pulling the blanket that was over me closer to my body. My legs were tucked behind me, and I didn't bother looking at anybody.

"You were just on a role today. What next? Can we go hijack a car or rob a—"

"Stop talking."

"You can't deny it, you guys were team bad-ass." Austin laughed. Kyle smirked in amusement.

"I seriously don't want to talk about this anymore." I looked at him. He finally shut up.

"Hey, my dad's here to pick me up, I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" Austin got up. Kyle gave him a 'yeah-whatever-by' kind of answer, and I didn't bother answering him at all. After my best friend left, the room fell silent. I listened to the rain hitting against the window, while I could feel Kyle's gaze on the TV.

"What you did today was incredibly stupid." Kyle brought up. I wasn't going to address it, but Kyle was putting me over the edge today. Kicking off the blanket, I stood up.

"You and Austin are trying so hard to save me, but you both need to stop. I'm the one who's supposed to be saving you!"

"No you're not! Not when something that stupid comes up. You should have just left it to the other ghost and me."

"Yeah, I should have, but I didn't."

"You know what, I don't care. You could have done whatever you wanted, and I still wouldn't have cared. Go back, go find some more to pick a fight with."

"No. Don't pretend that you don't care. Because you did. If you didn't, you wouldn't have stuck around for that. You really don't get it, do you? I've never killed someone before. I guess you have no clue how that feels, and I wouldn't want you to know how it feels. But it's fine, just continue 'not caring'. Go right ahead Kyle. And thanks for everything today even though you 'didn't care'." I finished and then proceeded on leaving.