I screamed in agony as my parents' invention electrocutes me, it hurt so bad. I just wanted to die. My screams are deafening and it totally consumes the screams of my friends, who made me take a deeper look at the portal.

Suddenly everything went green and I found my self staring at a green sky. I just curled up every thing hurt so bad. I felt my self crash land in to something, most lightly the ground.

And every thing went black.

I woke up when a sharp pain ran through my arm, it felt like someone was shaking it. I opened my eyes burley and stared in to a pair of solid red eyes. I scream, what looked like a dead police man was shaking my arm.

I tried to scramble away but it hurt, so all I managed to do was whimper pitifully. He looked like he was just annoyed at my attempts to get away.

He leans down to me, his arms stretch out to grab me. I started hyperventilating, I have seen enough horror movies to know this was a bad thing.

What I did not expect was for him to pick me up bridal-style and carry me off to a police car. I wheeze as I was lowered to a seat and laid down. I try to curl deeper in to my self as my body trembled. The policeman that brought me to the car seated himself on the other side of the car and seems to sigh at my behavior.

But what was I supposed to do?

I hear the engine of the car start up and we were off.

My eyes shine with wonder as I stare at the policeman. I was wondering where he was taking me and I did not dear to take my eyes off him.

I felt my self shiver some more this time from cold and fear. The policeman sighs and takes out a blanket out of a box under his seat.

He tosses it at me and I let out a squeak. I quickly shove it away from my eyes so I can see what he is doing again.

But he is again staring at me with those red eyes doing nothing. I wrap my self in the blanket and felt slightly better.

The car came to a stop and the police man once again picked me up. This was starting to get really awkward and not to mention creepy.

He brought me through numerous corridors, he stopped at a plain white door and knocked.

"Come in." said a gruff male voice.

The door was opened and I was carried in. He sat me down in a chair and I winced as some of my pain returns.

I finally got a look at the man that spoke, he wore a white suit with a black tie and belt. He wore a black fedora. But what stood out the most was his pale skin it was practically white and he had bright green eyes that looked like they could pierce your soul.

He took one glance at me and said:" well it is a long time since last time. And he seems pretty young too, oh well."

He looked at me and said:" your name?"

"Huh?" was my answer as I tried not to meet those intense eyes.

"Your name, boy." he stated a bit more irritated.

I gulp and stutter out:" Dani..le…fe..nto..n."

He raised an eye brow and said: "Danny Phantom?"

I gulped out "no, Sir Daniel Fenton."

"Well Mr. Fenton, my name is Walker the ghost zones warden. Seeing as you now are dead you go by Danny Phantom. We will shortly find a mentor for you so…"

I interrupt with a high pitched and shocked voice. "I cannot be dead, no, no. And my parents, oh my parents, I can go back to them as a ghost!"

The ghost warden just looked at me with a board expression and held up a mirror to my face and said:

"Well take a look for your self."

I stare at the boy in the mirror, he has ivory hair, haunted green eyes and a slight glow about him.

I lift my hand up to the mirror and the boy does the same. I quickly realize it is my reflection.

A strangled cry hitches in my throat.

No, no, no, I am supposed to be human. I close my eyes I am supposed to be a human with black hair and blue eyes. I suddenly feel weird and when I open my eyes again I stare at the mirror again with shock.

My eyes are blue my hair is black and the glow is gone I am human again.

The warden suddenly barks at the police officer: Get Plasimius, pronto!"

I look at him confused once again.