Danny Phantom Fan Fiction ❯ Save Me From The Darkness ❯ Chapter 9
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Sam walked down the street, her eyes wide as she took in all the world around her. It was despair that clogged her throat as she walked by body after body, their blood coating her bare feet. It was sticky and slippery, but she found that she couldn't stop moving. The bodies were of her mother, her mouth open in a scream that never seemed to escape while past her was Rose, the woman who had connected with her with her own past, her body laying facedown in a pool of blood. Just down from her was Tucker, the dark skinned male pale with death, his own mouth closed, but his eyes wide in fear. Shuddering she moved past him too.
"What is happening?" she asked the dark space, the city disappearing as she continued down the path, her eyes growing wider when she saw Jazz laying there, her body face down in a pool of her own blood. Sam had a feeling that she knew where this was going... and she felt her body shudder as fear and sadness trickled over her body. She wanted to stop, but even as she tried to freeze in place she found that body wasn't listening as she came upon Jack and Maddie, the couple clinging to each other, their eyes closed tightly. "No," she muttered, her eyes burning with unshed tears. "No!" she cried out, the shape of someone else waiting for her in the distance. "No! No! No!" she screamed, her body going cold at the knowledge of who was left there at the end of all the carnage, but when she came upon the body, the raven hair of the male faced down, she knew that it was Danny.
Laughter, evil in tone, echoed around her, but she paid it no heed as she dropped to her knees at the sight of her savior. He had rescued her and what had she paid him with? Death! She had killed him because she had allowed him to take her from her parents, from her father. "That's right, child," came her father's voice from behind Danny's body. "You have doomed them all with your weakness, the fact that you were too weak to endure what life had planned for you...what I had planned for you." She felt her body buckle, tears streaming down her face, but these tears, though warm, were too thick to be tears. Reaching up she found her hands covered in blood. Screaming she fell back on her butt, her vision going red as Danny turned to her, the halfa whispering out one word. A name.
"Sam."
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The Goth flew up from the bed, her body slick with sweat as she looked around the room unseeing anything, but the blood and the body of Danny laying before her. "No, not Danny," she whispered harshly. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening to reveal a brunette, the blue eyes of this female cold and uncaring. Sam sat up straighter, moving her body backward to lean against the bed post. "Who a-are you?" The woman smiled, her eyes still cold, but her face revealing worry.
"My name is Allyson," the woman said. "I was sent to pick you up." Amethyst eyes narrowed at the woman. Where was Rose? What about the police officers that had been outside her door? The brunette walked toward her, her heels silent on the carpeted floor. "I work with DHS," she said, pulling out a badge, her name and face on the laminated item. Sam still didn't trust the lady, but before she could say anything more the woman was on her, a needle in hand, the tip of it twinkling in the light from the hallway. The Goth looked over her shoulder to see blood on the floor of the hallway, some of it leaking into the room. That was the last thing she saw as Allyson managed to shove the needle into her leg, the prick of pain the last feeling as it all went dark for her.
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In another part of the city, another brunette was finding her life fading, her blue eyes watching the man above her, his own blue eyes flashing in pleasure. The knife in her back was twisted by this man as he towered over her, but she refused to cry out, her last thoughts of her husband and her children. Mouthing 'I love you' to their faces, she slumped down, her face falling into the puddle of blood with a soft splat. Turning from her the male chuckled, his body becoming one with the shadows that danced in the room attached to her office. Stifling a groan she moved her fingers across the blood, using the last of her strength to write out his name, her dying message to lead them to her killer.
As her body let out one last breath, the rattle one that announced her death, she managed to cover what she had done. Should the killer come back then they would have no clue of the finger she had pointed at them. Luckily for her this male was cocky and once he left he never returned to check on her. Her eyes clouded over with death.
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The next morning the sound of the phone broke the silence of Fenton Works, a red headed woman groaning as she turned over on her side to note the time on the clock. It was just past five in the morning, and blinking awake she reached for the phone as her husband shifted next to her with a slight groan to being woken up so early. He opened one eye as his wife said, "Hello." Someone spoke on the other side, the woman on the bed moving to sit up, her body tense. The raven haired bulk of a man moved to sit up, his wife's eyes widening in surprise, tears sheening over the orbs of purple. "What?" she asked, sadness and shock intermingling in her tone. "When?" More talking, his hand reaching up to touch her shoulder. The woman before him jumped slightly before hanging up the phone. The sound of it clicking on the base as her body sagged.
"Maddie?" her husband whispered, his hand tightening on her shoulder as it began to shake. "What's wrong?" Maddie turned to her husband, tears falling down her cheeks.
"Rose." He tilted his head in question. "She was found this morning at four by the early morning cleaning staff... dead..." her voice growing softer with each word that left her mouth. "Someone killed her." Jack looked surprised at this information. The woman in question had been found when they had left her office earlier, ready to assist them in fostering the small raven girl that had become like a member of the family in only days.
"What? Who would kill her?" The red head sighed, her body shuddering at what she had been told, though only a few things about the scene in which her friend had been found dead.
"They didn't tell me all of it, just that she was found in her office, a knife in her back." The pair shared a look. What was going on here? Who would have killed the DHS worker and why? "You don't think it was Jeremy?" He looked thoughtful, his own knowledge on the male limited like his wife's. No one knew much about the male and even with him being under investigation for a string of missing people, they didn't know him enough to answer that question.
"I can't answer that, but I have a feeling that it might be connected," the dark haired ghost fighter stated. "After all, he seems like the epitome of evil with how Sam was treated by him." Maddie nodded, though she was beginning to wonder how far the male that had fathered the Goth would go to get his child back...
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A few hours later as Jazz and Danny were getting ready for school, the halfa almost refusing to go with Sam missing from the home and no information to go on about her current situation. He still felt that she would have been better off in their care. He was a halfa and with that extra power of being a ghost he felt that he could do much better than any human in protecting the raven haired girl. Jazz wasn't in any mood to deal with school either, her own mind on the small girl as well. As they only had another hour before they had to leave, the red headed teen moved to turn on the news, the picture flickering on screen one of a familiar house. Jazz had never seen it, but Danny, who had been walking by, recognized that residence.
"Turn that up!" he commanded, rushing to the couch, standing behind it as Jazz did as he demanded, though she threw him a look of curiosity.
"This is the scene that even officers find themselves dreading," the newswoman stated, even finding it hard to hold her face straight as officers work behind her to load what appears to be a body in a black bag in the back of an ambulance. "The house of one of the wealthy men of our city, Jeremy Manson, is filled with death, the freshest body that of his wife." Jazz's eyes grew large, both of their parents coming into the room upon hearing the blast of the newswoman. Behind her another body is wheeled away as Jeremy's face is shown on the screen proceeded by a picture of his late wife. "The male in question is wanted by the police, his name left at the scene of another death. More bodies are being dug up in his backyard, those people are waiting to be identified, but it is speculated that these are the missing workers from several years worth of disappearances. The first missing person going back about fifteen years."
The rest of it was lost on the four people in the room, Jack glaring at the man on the screen looking back at them. Maddie's hands were over her mouth, Jazz was just staring at the screen in horror while Danny found himself following his father's gaze, his own anger flashing thru his eyes as they glowed bright green.
"At this moment there is a man hunt for the wealthy male, his only child thought to be in his custody after disappearing from the safe house she was being kept in. If you come across this male, do not approach him. Call the police. Again, this man has a dangerous temper and is very dangerous. Please stay safe if he comes into your line of sight and call the police at 555-4357. That number again is 555-HELP." No one said a word, all of them frozen with the thought that the male that had not only killed several people, his wife, and the friend of Maddie, was now in possession of the girl that had been his goal, the small girl left alone with a monster. Danny was the first to move, his body changing on whim as he headed off to find the one person who could help him locate the Goth while his family rushed out the door to cram into the Fenton RV. They had one thought at the moment. They needed to save Sam!