Have I mentioned how much I hate this fic? Like I don't at all like it or wanna continue it. But some people out there actually do like it?? And want closure so now I'm kinda stuck in this limbo of I don't like it, but I also don't like abandoning things.

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Why do you all like this nostop

Lokiofthenight: it's never to early for Batman, but no. It's not Batman.

Curry-llama: thanks though I'm pretty sure I stole the idea from a bunch of ao3 fics I read a long time ago

Anti-Angst Guy: :(

Therefore, We Eat

Chapter 2

Yesterday's Problems

In which a hard work out is sort of

achieved and a city is breached.

Everything seemed to freeze for a moment, before chaos rang through the building. Danny's head rang, and his stomach churned painfully. He stumbled to the middle of the room, wide and panicked eyes scanning the area. Something was happening. Guards were at his door before he could even care to move beyond the spot in the center or the area. They ran into the room, swinging their arms around his, and tugging him down a dark hallway, shouting worlds and orders lost to Danny's ears. They were one of the different guards. The ones that were hired by them, but as far as he knew, weren't them.

There was a sizzling hiss of pipes from above him and Danny suddenly realized this would be his only chance of escape for a long time. The pipes burst suddenly, spewing water down onto them in a violent hissy spit. The guard to his left—the one who was with them—let out a shout, yelling something far lost to his ears as the man dragged Danny and the other guard out of the way of the fizzleing pipe.

Above them her could hear the confusingly crisp sound of yelling and cheering, along with gun fire and loud foot falls. Danny let out a grunt as his arm was twisted uncomfortably. Another explosion rocked the building, this one only meters away from them, he could barely feel the tightening and tensing of the guards hand around his arm before all three of them were being blown in varying directions. Danny skidded across the floor, the concrete ripping holes in the white uniform and burning and brushing away his skin. The acidic scent—much like having too many sour candies in one room—of ectoplasm burned at his nose making his stomach churn in what he refused to believe was a deep set want, need, feed.

God he was hungry. So damn hungry. The sound of a loud explosion forced him out of the brainly thought cycle of need want hungry feed want food. Carefully he aligned his body and tried to stand, for a moment his legs buckled, stuttering like he had been electrocuted—which he had, but that was before and this was now—then with the grace of a newborn giraffe, he stood.

Danny threw a glance over his shoulder, the guard—the one that wasn't wearing the white—was on the ground passed out, his limbs sprawled awkwardly, almost painfully around the man's limp form. Danny would've cringed if it wasn't for all the adrenaline pumping through his system, numbing his sensing and drugging his mind. With a shaking breath he turned his head back forward. A few feet in front of him was the agent. He was slowly aligning himself and rising to his feet. Danny could only watch—of course in a fight or flight situation his brain had chosen freeze—as the agent crawled to his feet.

Danny swallowed hard, a thick lump already forming in his throat. His gut twinged painfully, curling and twisting uncomfortably. God, he just wanted to hide away and never come out. Danny breathed harshly, barley actually taking in any air before he was releasing it. Spinning around he made to run. Feet slapping painfully against the cement ground as he moved, Danny tried to ignore the pain.

He was at the end of the hallway when another explosion rocked the building. Danny could already hear the sounds of fighting, yelling, and feet against the floor above as he moved up the stairs. Limping slightly as he climbed.

There was a rumbling noise above him, and before he could think to move or run, the ceiling caved in. Heavy large stones crushing his form.

-0-

Danny awoke to a crushing pain on his back. Most likely, because he was being crushed by something. He laid there dazed for a moment trying to figure out what was happening. He was hungry, and tired, and in general just exhausted.

That was when Danny noticed the rush brushing through his veins. The collars, they were broken. Crushed he could only assume. Slipping into intangibility was harder than it should've been, he blocked halfway in and out for a few seconds before finally getting the hold of it. A cool icy feeling traced his veins—like when he was given a shot—down his arms and legs as Danny slowly lifted himself from the wreckage.

If he was going to attempt to leave, now would be the best time. Especially since he now had his powers back. Danny managed to phase his way through the walls of the building. Moving in a daze and paying little to no attention to the other humans—even if some of them didn't really look even vaguely human—he drifted out of the building and through the walls.

It was raining heavily when he finally made it through the last wall. Thick water droplets smashed against the ground harshly, part of him was afraid that it was going to start hailing. Danny dropped his intangibility as soon as he made it into the thick of the city. Coughing harshly and leaning up against a nearby store wall, Danny breathed harshly trying to regain his breath. His lung burned, and his muscles ached with each twitch of his limbs.

Stumbling down a hill he slipped, body rolling and rolling and—he hit a tree. Danny curled in on himself, his uniform was soaked, covered in mud, loose bits of grass and leaves, his hair was not much better, not that he could see it. He lazily scrubbed at it for a moment before realizing that he probably had to move. There was no telling that they—and they—would be searching the grounds and surrounding area for him. Danny rolled to his stomach, positioning and aligning his limbs below him, he pushed his body up. It felt more like a push up then simply standing up from the ground.

His body felt far more heavy than it should've, the wet muddy clothes on his back only adding to it. "Well isn't this just peachy," Danny muttered sarcastically, tripping every few moments over a tree branch or rock. "Absolutely peachy."

Danny managed to drag his body into the city, his hair fading to black and his eyes to blue as he made his way into city limits. It was still storming out, even more so. The rain ricocheting of the streets creating a sort of mist for the coming cars to drive through. Danny let his eyes wander, the city—from what he could see as of far—was beautiful, it was also rather creepy, but he was a ghost and ghost did creepy.

He was a ghost.