This is the sequal to Criteria of Life. This is a Jack revelation fic-that just happens to include Skulker!

Chapter 1—Fighting in the Park

Jack Fenton put the binoculars up to his eyes to get a better look at the infamous ghost boy. Phantom had been acting rather sluggishly as of late and he knew it was the best chance to finally catch him—but for some reason he was never able to so. Maddie always ended up jeopardizing the hunt in some way—he had a feeling she was doing it on purpose because messing things up was his job. He didn't voice his thoughts though—because if he did he bet that it wouldn't be a pretty sight—you never wanted to get a Fenton woman angry. So he took it upon himself to catch Phantom, and right now he wished the ghost would just hurry up and do something.

The ghost had been circling the town clock for two hours now. He wasn't really staring at it, but it was odd the way he glanced at it then back at the town, as if he was expecting something to happen. He sat on the edge sometimes, got up and circled the spire, but for what purpose Jack couldn't fathom. Finally, when the clock chimed two thirty over the town, Phantom descended to the ground by a large white truck.

Jack recognized that truck all too well—the ice cream truck. It made its usual rounds around town all summer, but it never came by the Fenton's block on account of past experiences of being shot at by Jack Fenton after the driver was accused of being a ghost—and for being out of triple chocolate fudge ripple ice cream. Jack and his family had been banned for life from that store, and approaching the truck within one hundred feet. Jack measured the distance to make sure he wasn't violating the restraining order and put the binoculars in Phantom's direction.

The hunter watched, puzzled, as Phantom conversed with the man in the truck—the same man Jack said was a ghost—almost as if it was an exchange between two human friends. Phantom set a couple of coins on the counter—Jack wondered where he had gotten those—and the man nodded and disappeared for a second into the bowls of the truck. When he came back, he handed Phantom—an ice cream?

Jack took the binoculars down for a second and rubbed his eyes, sure he was seeing things. Ghosts couldn't eat. For one they were dead, and two, they were unstable matter. They shouldn't be able to pick up solid objects long enough to eat them, and if they managed to do so, the food would just pass right through them once they took a bite. Ghosts didn't need food to survive anyway, so why bother with such a thing? Using the binoculars, Jack saw that Phantom was still talking with the man and noticed the type of ice cream Phantom now held in his gloved hand—triple chocolate fudge ripple. The hunter sighed heavily at remembering his loss, than frowned at the ghost's odd selection.

Triple chocolate fudge ripple was extremely rich in flavor. It made most people sick after just licking it because it was so sweet. Besides Jack, Danny was the only other one that could stomach the rich delicacy. Danny might not complain about vegetables or meat, but when it came to his sweets, he was just as consumed as Sam about her vegetarian ways or Tucker and his meat loving obsession. Especially as of late now that Jack thought about it.

His thoughts were distracted from his son and were turned back to Phantom as the ghost shot up into the sky and back up on the clock. He sat down and began to enjoy his treat—a fact that Jack became jealous of. As he watched Phantom eat, Jack began to wonder if ghosts could digest the enzymes at all—or if they even had taste buds and did this for occasional fun. Being dead and having no responsibilities must become boring at some point in eternity.

After Phantom licked his gloves to be rid of the chocolate drops, he pulled something from his pocket and clipped it onto his belt—when did he get that?-and placed two small buds into his ears that were connected by thin wires. It must have been some sort of musical device. Phantom picked up the part he clipped onto belt and began to look at it and scroll through what Jack assumed was music selections. Finally picking one, Phantom placed the thing back on his belt and took off, but didn't seem to be in any hurry since he just seemed to glide over the town proper and then out of sight.

Jack scrambled out of the bushes then got into the RV. Turning the scanner on, he began to follow his prey. Phantom was slow enough to where Jack caught up with him pretty easily on the streets. He was flying slow enough to where Jack could actually take his time and not run over anything as he drove.

"Where is he going?" Jack asked himself as Phantom seemed to be just to be going in random directions.

Finally, Phantom picked up the pace and headed towards the park. Jack parked in a legal area and climbed out, the Fenton Fisher in his hands—but unfortunately still tangled. He used a hand held scanner to track Phantom down to a clearing in the park and was curious as to why Phantom was just standing on the hill. The ghost looked around then put a hand to his mouth and whistled shrilly. Jack winced at the loud noise, but his eyes widened when he saw a small green blob come racing up the hill towards the ghost boy.

"Cujo!" Phantom yelled in delight as the blob came closer.

Jack now saw that the blob was a dog. It jumped up with a happy bark and knocked Phantom down to the ground with a thud. The ghost only laughed as the puppy began to lick his pale face. Phantom pushed the dog off of him and stood up, brushing the dirt off of his pants. He pulled out a stick from his belt and threw it quite a ways. The dog raced after it, tail wagging madly. Jack watched puzzled as Phantom and the dog did this for quite some time.

He's capable of recreational activity? Jack thought as he watched. He's having fun, look at that smile on his face—and the dog's. Maybe Maddie and I have been going at this the wrong way. Maybe, we can trick Phantom into a trap. It's obvious that he's a kid, a dead kid, but a kid none the less.

A green blast of energy knocked Phantom from the hill and made him land in a tree. A hulking metal figure landed on the now scorched hill, looking around for what it had just targeted.

"Where are you whelp?" he yelled in the air.

Phantom answered by slipping out of the ground and punching the thing in the face—hard. The ghost went flying high up in the air as if he weighed nothing but a feather.

Okay, a super strong super powered dead teen, Jack amended in his mind. Maybe I need to think of a better plan.

Phantom jumped back as the ghost came back to earth and punched the land, creating nice sized crater.

"Ever think about changing your occupation to landscaping?" Phantom asked, a cocky smile on his face as he watched the ghost pull itself out of the hole.

"I am a hunter and a hunter only!" the ghost yelled, a bunch of rockets popping out of its shoulder and firing at Phantom.

The ghost boy only fake yawned as he became intangible and let the threats pass through him, and head straight for Jack. The ghost hunter yelped and jumped as far out of the way as he could before the loud deafening booms of the rockets exploding sounded.

"Jack!" he heard Phantom yell in what sounded like concern, but the loud sounds of the other ghost's jet pack sounded and Jack knew the ghost boy was in a fight.

Getting up and grabbing his one weapon, the hunter looked up at the sky just in time to see Phantom punch the metal guy back down to earth, creating another crater by Jack's feet.

"Eat Fenton Fisher spook!" he yelled, brandishing the pole, but the line was nothing but a messy ball of line. "Oh crud," he said when the ghost flew out of the hole and saw him.

"Skulker will eat nothing human!" the ghost yelled in his face. "I am Skulker! The Ghost Zone's greatest hunter! And you, are not worthy of matching my abilities."

"Hey, I'm a hunter too," Jack said, pouting slightly.

"Uh yeah, but you don't threaten to skin people and put their pelts by your fire place," Phantom said, coming up and punching Skulker in the side of the head when the ghost was distracted.

"But we don't have a fire place," Jack said puzzled, before it dawned on him. "Oh, I get it—EW!"

"Stand still!" Skulker threatened, trying to shoot a cross bow at a very speedy Phantom.

"No way Sku-loser," Phantom shouted, sending an ecto-blast so fast that Skulker wasn't prepared and lost his weapon as it was blasted from his arm.

"Speedy little thing isn't he?" Jack asked himself as he watched the fight progress.

Phantom landed a few more punches before he reached to his side for what resembled a Fenton Thermos, but Skulker saw it coming and fired a gun at Phantom's hand. The younger hissed when the blast hit him and sent his thermos flying into a tree somewhere.

"You're losing your touch," Skulker grinned, than his eyes slid to Jack. "I think I'll make the hunt more interesting this time around."

Phantom followed the ghost's eyes, his own hardening.

"Oh no you don't!" Phantom shouted, charging Skulker in a hurry, but Skulker pressed something on his suit.

Phantom screamed and a second later Jack joined him before he lost all consciousness.