Moral Compass (TEMPORARY HIATUS, I might re-write this tbh.)

"Each Murder Is One Too Many."

"Each murder is one too many." -Jurgen Habermas

Danny felt the blasts flow out of his hands and heard the thump that alerted him to the intended target being hit.

When Danny laid eyes on the blood that stood out all to brightly on the black board behind his teacher he felt nauseas all of a sudden. "Oh... oh my god."

He rushed over, behind the desk and saw his teacher slumped to the floor. If he didn't know any better he probably wouldn't have recognized him. The blast had hit him head on. His face was torn to shreds and burnt, looking like a fiery claw ripped through it. Truthfully he had never used a strong ecto-blast on a human before. He had no idea it could be so... devastating.

Danny opened his mouth in shock as he looked at the body. He killed Lancer...

Oh... Oh this was sooo bad! He would go to jail, for MURDER! He killed a man, in cold blood!

Without thinking he quickly transformed into phantom and rushed over to the... corpse, throwing it over his shoulder. Oh dear god...

He took of through the ceiling and turned himself and... Lancer invisible. He flew for a while until he found a place to put the dead man down. The town dump...

OH DEAR GOD...!

He honestly felt horrible. What came over him!?

He had to leave him here though. He could not allow anyone to find the body or make the connection to Danny. Even if they did find the body, it would be a while before anyone started looking in the dump. The heaps of trash and junk would allow him to blend even if only a little.

He quickly left and flew back to the classroom, hoping to deal with the mess inside.

To late.

When he entered the room invisibly the janitor was already there.

And dialing the police...

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I'm sorry XC It's so short and it's been like, a week!

I'll write more, but I had this AWESOME idea for another one-shot and I have to finish it. It's ideas are literally clouding my mind right now, making it impossible to think for this. It's gonna be so freakin' Bonnie and Clyde style :P I need to stop listening to songs in the middle of the night. It's how I get half of my ideas, can ya tell? I mean just look at these chapters. Seriously, DO YOU SEE THE SET IT OFF SONG UP THERE? ^^^^My title is LITERALLY a quote. I just like to add meaning to things I see and hear you know? Like, I'll hear the word food and write an essay about the treasures of life, like it's probably a danger to show me anything someone could draw any thoughts from. Kay? And I'm rambling... oops. I do that a lot actually don't I (Do I really kitsune? You better be honest with me if you comment again down there vv XD)... Eheh... onward?

Meh, at least I saved you from that cliff though, huh? Mr. Lancer is dead and the police are being notified of his bloody mess! :D Uh... Yep.

So, I feel super proud of my 24 reads XD (I'm so pathetic sometimes). I'm like doing a happy dance as you read this, okay?

OH! and Kitsuuuuuneeeeee, did you ever decide if you'd post your thing on here?