Danny Phantom Fan Fiction ❯ Save Me From The Darkness ❯ Chapter 8

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

When Danny came home later that day, his eyes still dazed and his mind on the fact that the most popular girl had hung out with him all day, he failed to notice how quiet his house was. His parents, who were usually in the lab making noise as they worked on another invention, were quiet and his sister, though not as loud as her parents wasn't in her room when he passed by to head to his own room. It took him flopping on his bed, his phone ringing in his pocket, for him to become aware that he was the only one in the house. Grabbing his phone he found his sister on the other end, her voice high pitched and upset.

"Okay, okay, Jazz, you aren't making any sense," the halfa said, waiting for his sister to take a breath before she spoke again, the words causing him to drop the phone in shock. Even as she called his name from the other end, the raven haired male found himself in shock. Sam had been taken from their home, his mother's friend worried that her being in their home would only cause her to be unsafe. Maddie's friend knew about the Mansons, Sam's parents, and knew that the father was on record as being very violent due to the family members' of his staff. They had been investigating a few missing members of said staff, ones that just disappeared from the face of the Earth, leaving their own family without a warning or reason. Snatching the phone from the floor he inquired as to where they were and once he had that information he was off again.

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The Goth was currently in a hotel room, two police officers placed at the door of her room while she lay curled up on the bed. She had known this would be the wrong move, but she had trusted the Fentons and now she had been taken from them and placed alone in a new setting. While she felt alone at the moment, she knew that Maddie and Jack had been upset with her being whisked away from them, the pair of ghost fighters pleading with the woman, Rose, against taking her from them. The raven haired girl shivered as she recalled how quickly it had all happened and while she knew that it had been done for good reason, at least as far as they felt, she had not been given this reason.

Rose had seemed to know about her parents, though had not been aware that they had had a child. Sam found that strange, since she was sure that the police knew about her as they always took her home when she had run as a child. The small teen began to wonder how bad it had been for them to take her into protective custody... What had her parents done to warrant the fear that she had seen when the brunette had pulled up her information upon hearing her last name. Sam wanted to go back home, to the Fenton's house. She didn't want to be alone in this hotel room, unsure of what they were going to do with her afterward... if they weren't going to take her back to her home then where would she go? Feeling drained from all the emotions warring in her heart and the thoughts in her head the small raven haired female found herself yawning as her eyes closed.

Where was Danny and how would he react knowing that she wasn't in his home anymore... that she wasn't safe in his home when he was the one that had saved her? Those were the last thoughts as the darkness took over her consciousness, the nightmares that had plagued her all her life coming back in full force under the fear she felt in this unfamiliar place.

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Danny was currently in the office of one Rose Finch, the woman that worked for the DHS and the woman who had removed Sam from their home. Glaring at the closed door he turned to sit down, his sister coming from the hallway as their parents talked with Rose. She sat down next to him, her eyes red from crying, and her demeanor drooping slightly. "What is the full story?" the halfa asked, his anger making him tense as he sat there.

"Apparently the DHS was not aware that the Manson's had a child, her birth not on record at any hospital in the city," the red head stated. "They had been monitoring the couple after several workers failed to come home from work. When those families came to call upon the Mansons with questions about their loved ones, the pair denied ever hiring anyone by those names and with no record of them working for them there wasn't much to go on."

"So, no bodies either?" the raven haired teen inquired.

"No, they never got to check though either." Danny raised a brow at this. "They are wealthy, having the best lawyers to keep the authorities at bay, and then there might be some that are paid handsomely to keep their mouths shut." The halfa was finding himself growing hot under the collar with every bit of new information released. "Sam, herself, was never allowed out of their sight, even though according to Rose, there wasn't any report of her running away so there's no telling how much information is missing."

"What about the employees working there now?" Jazz shook her head.

"None of them will talk, not even when confronted at their home about the inner workings of that family." The pair of siblings sat silently for a moment, both of them wondering how much Sam knew about what happened in that house and how much more evil was still in the shadows. They would have to wait until their parents came out before they would learn more. Jazz didn't have any information on what would happen to Sam or even where the small teen was. They had only seen her taken away, the small girl fighting against her police escort, though the red head was afraid to tell her brother how afraid the small Goth had been and that she had been crying for the one that hadn't come home on time to see her taken from them. "Why were you late from school anyway?"

"I was..." he faded off, wondering why his sister wanted to know that bit of information. He had been under the assumption that Sam had been taken from the home hours before he had gotten free of school. "Talking to a girl." His sister raised her brows at him, surprised that he had been hanging out with a girl when her brother had never been popular with the fair sex, not with how he was labeled as a freak among their peers. "Why does it matter what I was doing?" He felt bad to know that he had even forgotten the raven haired girl upon Paulina pulling him close.

"Just wondering," she said, but before he could push her their parents came out of the room, his mother looking tired and sad, while his father looked angry.

"She would be better off with us," Jack said with a frown. "Our house is guarded from human and ghost alike." Rose, her eyes sad, just shook her head.

"You can petition to be her foster family," she said, shoving a pile of papers into Maddie's hands. "I will back you on this since I agree, but with the circumstances being as they are I have to follow the guidelines." She looked around, noting that only their kids were in the room, her secretary off taking care of some business. "Especially with the most recent disappearance of another one of their employees." The pair of ghost fighters looked surprised at this bit of information, worry in his mother's purple gaze. "The male disappeared just this afternoon, well, he was reported this afternoon when his pregnant wife received no call from him as he usually did to check up on her." Danny leaned forward, his eyes growing wide at this information. Was it because Sam had gone missing? Had taking her out of that home caused another to lose their life? If it were true that others had gone missing then her being missing wasn't the only thing causing such violence to become norm in the home. He then began to wonder how bad Sam would have had it had she still been at the home, not that the things she had endured were small, but she could have been dead at the hands of her father.

"Thank you, Rose," Maddie said, turning from her friend to find her son glaring, his eyes flashing green as he stared off into space. Moving before him, she crouched down. "Danny?" He blinked, his blue eyes returning even as he continued to glare. "It'll be okay."

"No," he grumbled. "I told her that she would be safe at our home and now she's somewhere out there, a sitting duck for those monsters to find her again!" Maddie shook her head, showing him the papers and explaining what they would do. He seemed to relax, but his body was still slightly tense even if he was no longer glaring. "Where is she?"

"They can't tell us that information, for our protection and Sam's." The halfa wanted to fight her on that, that Sam was safer in their home with all of them being fighters, but he was stopped as his mother further explained all that Rose had filled them in on with the house that the Goth had come from. So much missing information on that family, the things that they had done and now that Sam had revealed what they had been doing there was more that the police could do. They could get a warrant to search the home and hopefully find out if the missing workers were still alive or even if there were bodies to give the mourning families of those same people. He didn't care about that though, his worry for the one person who had been spared from death at their hands, but had gone thru so much already and he didn't even know all the details...

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Pamela had steered clear of her husband after cleaning up his mess. The male in question had left the house, his anger still brewing long into the next day when he was back in his home with a drink. She noted that he smelled of cigar smoke and perfume, not the good kind either. She was aware of what he had been doing, as he strayed from her side from time to time, but she didn't really care. She had her own man on the side and while neither had married for love, they kept their affairs close to their chest. They knew, but no one else needed to know that they weren't the big happy family. Sam had been conceived that way, since her husband was sterile and also a violent lover as he was a harsh man, but her parents had made their match and she had had no say in that either.

She wasn't a warm person either, having been raised similarly to her own daughter. She had been beaten when she failed to live up to her parents' strict rules, though she had never been sexually abused like her daughter had, she had been verbally and mentally abused to the point that she really didn't care about the wellbeing of her only child. Jeremy stormed into their room, his eyes landing on his wife who shrank back at his angry gaze.

"It was your fault that she escaped!" he bellowed, the glass in hand shuddering with the force he was exerting on the container. "You should have checked on her or maybe you even let her out!" Her teal eyes widened at the words coming from his mouth, the accusations that made no sense. They had never checked upon the raven haired girl when she was thrown in that room, nor had she let the girl out. She wouldn't have done that with the fact that her husband would have beaten her and she didn't care what happened to her child. She had not wanted any children in the marriage, but when it came out that if they didn't have an heir to give the fortune to that her grandmother would have cut them out of the will, giving the money to a charity instead, the pair had done what they could to ensure that the money stayed with them. Though the older woman had died just after Samantha had been born, they were in the clear with giving birth to an heir, but then they had been stuck with the child.

"I woul-" SMACK! The red headed woman was thrown back, a large handprint left on her cheek from his assault. That had been the other reason she had never let the child out of the house. She didn't want to endure the beatings that she had not had to take once their child had been old enough. No, Jeremy had taken his anger out on the girl, and in more ways than one since he couldn't leave a mark on her that could be seen. There were bruises under her clothing and then she realized. That whoever was hiding their daughter had to have seen those marks and had taken her to the DHS. Before he could strike her again, she relayed her thoughts to the male towering over her.

His anger dissipated with that knowledge that his wife was right. There was no way that his child wasn't in the care of the law and he knew someone who could get him that info. Throwing back his drink he hocked the glass at his wife, the container smashing against her head and knocking her out. "Hey, get me the information concerning children brought into your care in the last few days," he said, a smirk curling his lips at the thought that the woman on the other end of the phone would do just that. It didn't take long for her to have the details concerning where his daughter was and who had brought her in. "Good. Now to just wait for her to fall right into my lap." Pocketing his phone he walked off, his wife still laying prone on the floor. All he cared about now was getting the small raven haired teen back under his roof. After that was done he had a plan in the works to remove himself and her from the area, his wife left out of this plan.