Danny Phantom Fan Fiction ❯ Save Me From The Darkness ❯ Chapter 11

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

Tucker looked at the male before him in surprise, all the events in such a short pass of time rather shocking. To think that all of this had happened in Amity, a place only known for the ghosts and the hero that took them back to the Zone. "And you want me to track them?" He was confused. He had no way to find out what had happened to the raven haired girl, but like Danny and his family, he found that he was drawn to the girl. She had been thru so much and yet, they didn't know her fate and for the news to pass along such graphic and violent events around said male it made it all the more grim for the missing Goth. "I'd need such records or even a paper trail to lead me to them."

"A paper trail?" the halfa inquired. He had heard of such a thing, but only in movies or shows.

"As a wealthy man I would assume he would use a credit card, but there is no telling how long he has been planning to do all this. We don't know what is going on in that sick mind of his, the killing of all those people and then his wife..." Tucker explained, his stomach clenching at the carnage that seemed to follow this one rich male. "If I can find out his bank information then maybe I might be able to locate him, but if he is smart enough to keep people from finding out his dark history for fifteen years, Danny, I can't promise I would be able to locate him." The halfa wanted to rage about that, that the male before him was being so negative about the whole situation, but he knew that the techno-geek was correct. It was a mystery that Jeremy Manson had been able to do all that he had done without a soul knowing, though both doubted that his wife was unaware of what her husband was doing.

"I wonder if he intended to kill her, his wife," Danny said, grimacing at the thought of the woman's death. Though he didn't like her, knowing that she did know about what her husband had been doing to Sam. There was no way she hadn't, but there was no way that she knew her death would be at the hands of the male. There would be two trips needed to find out all that he could about the family and where the blonde male could have taken the raven haired teen. "I need a spy camera," the halfa stated, his friend smiling at him as he took out a small camera, though he wondered why his friend would not take a normal camera since he could just go intangible to find out the missing information to help them secure the missing girl's location. "I will go intangible to find the information, but I feel that it would be better if I could hide the camera just in case."

"So, you're going to go to the bank and the police station," the dark skinned male clarified after his friend explained the two locations that would give them the information they sought, though he wondered about the police station. The police had been just as surprised about the amount of bodies, though they had been shadowing the male since the first few servants had disappeared.

"If what Rose said is true, then there has to be some instances where Jeremy showed his true violence," the halfa explained that the DHS worker had been rather upset finding out that Sam was the child of the family that had been under investigation by several agencies and DHS had not been one save for with his violence the police forces had assumed his wife was being abused or maybe even apart of the whole thing. Tucker got it now. Even if he had been able to pay off some of the cops that could have come to his home, there had to be at least one that could not be bought off. With that the halfa rushed off to do some investigating of his own.

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Sam lay in a new small space, nothing for her to lay on save for the floor that night, her naked body shivering at the chill in the room. It was like all those times that her parents had locked her away for punishment, but this time she knew it was also a way to keep her from being found. The place they were in wasn't their home and while she knew it had to be one of the many homes the family owned, she doubted it was in Amity. No, he would get away from the city that had allowed it to go on for so long without knowledge that she even existed.

He would have moved once he found out that he was being watched now because of her coming forward. Though she was now in a worse situation because of that she was still happy that it was out. Like Rose had told her, it was like a load had been lifted, and while she was here, alone and being defiled by the man she now knew wasn't her real father, there were people looking for her. Frowning at that thought, she knew that even if they found her she could not go back to Danny now. The molestation had been bad enough, making her feel dirty, but to be deflowered in such a vulgar way made her feel completely tainted. There might be someone out there for her, even with all that had happened, but she didn't think that she could give them love, not with her heart and body battered and torn. She was trash, and like he had said, she would never be loved now. She had something to give them before, not just her virginity, but her heart... Now she didn't even have that. It had been days filled with his touch, and he wasn't gentle. No, he liked to make her cry out in pain with each thrust into her body and while she had agreed to do it to save the people that she cared about, she knew that it was still rape.

Huddling into a small ball she thought of how she could escape from this hell hole and all that it entailed. She might not be clean anymore, not in a physical way, but she didn't want to be an incubator and a sex slave for the older male. She wanted her freedom, but then again without money or means she was stuck here.

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Days later found Danny sitting before his computer, Tucker behind him as he downloaded all that he had found on the male that had taken Sam. He was frustrated. It seemed that there was still quite a bit of information missing on the family and what had gone down in their home. There had been one instance that had been recorded, though the woman on the screen just seemed rather irritated to being asked about where her bruises had come from. She didn't look too afraid at first, but after the pair had watched it again, they found that there was more to look for thanks to Jazz who sat on the bed behind them as they watched it for the third time.

Pamela leaned away from the male officer before her, her body bandaged while her face was exposed to the viewer. On the table before the three people were pictures of her body and the marks that littered her pale skin. "I told you," she said, her tone cold. "I am just clumsy and seem to collect bruises." She looked away from the officer, Dean, as his partner, a small female named Blossom, sat moving the pictures around.

"I could believe that," the male said, his gaze sharp as he watched the red head before him while his partner looked rather sympathetic towards the victim. "But this," he stated, his voice low as he moved a few pics forward before continuing, "appears to be fingerprints, not just normal everyday bruising." She didn't even look at the pictures before her, knowing exactly what they were, but still refusing to spill.

"See there," Jazz said, leaning forward as Danny paused the picture. They looked to where she had pointed, the quick glance by the older red head noted while her lip quivered once the screen began to play again. "She wants to say something, to tell them what is going on, but she is scared."

"Makes sense," Tucker said as they paused it again. "The man is violent, but he's not there and she's in a place where she could be safe." This video was about a year before Sam was born, the only record of the abuse in the house. Jazz shook her head.

"If, and I believe it to be true, he is paying someone on the force to keep their affairs in the dark, then she's not really safe in that place. Hell, she may not even know who is on his payroll." That was true. She might be apart of the violence on the small teen that was her child, but it seemed that before her child was born that she took the brute of pain dished out. "For all we know, she may have been taking part in the violence on Sam to protect herself, not that it doesn't change the fact that she is an accomplice." Pressing play they watched the rest of the video which only lasted a few more minutes before a smartly dressed male entered, the lawyer of the Manson family.

The next footage was extra dark. There were pictures of the house, the final resting place of Pamela and with each picture they could see why the newswoman had used the words that she had. Not only was the large bedroom covered in blood, but Jeremy had dismembered his wife, but he had dissected her body as well. Body parts were strew everywhere, the savagery of the act so dark and one of anger that the three of them had a hard time looking at the pictures. There were pictures of the backyard as well, the place that Danny had found Sam, and every square inch was dug up to reveal body on top of body. They still were digging up the mass grave, the bodies having autopsies on them to discover who they were and how they died. It was rather brutal as each death was obviously brought about in such a cruel fashion. Though most of the bodies were now skeletal remains the fresher ones seemed to be bludgeoned to death. Some marks were noted as being done by hand and others with whatever the male had found at his disposal.

"Did you find any information that could help us locate her?" Jazz asked, dragging her eyes from the screen. Danny nodded, though he didn't look too hopeful.

"There wasn't a paper trail, save for the fact that he pulled quite a bit of money out the day before she went missing." There had been withdraws of the same amount for years and that was disheartening because it meant that the older male had been planning this for a while. His eyes flashed green at the thought that he had intended to do all that he had done and all to cause more pain to the small raven haired girl. It would take forever to find where they had gone. "The fucked up shit is that they have several homes across the globe." That raised a brow. "More than ten homes in several locations such as England and even Australia." This was going to be like finding a needle in a haystack, but if his parents helped them then they might be able to locate her sooner, though the three of them knew the damage would already be done to the raven haired girl... if she was still alive when they found her.

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A year later found Sam looking morosely thru a window, the small room bare save for a mattress in the room. Though Jeremy had found that she was true to her word, he still didn't trust her enough to give her anything that could break the windows in the second story room he had placed her in just a few months after the beginning of his torment of her. He had yet to try and impregnate her, but she figured that he was just enjoying her as much as he could before he had to be gentle, her body holding his heir...one of many she was sure. While she was glad that he had held off, she found herself growing more and more concerned that soon she would find herself contained in another way. She hadn't stopped scheming to find a way out of the house, but if she were to become pregnant, not only would it make escaping harder, but she knew that he would keep a closer eye on her.

It was one thing when she was beaten to the point that she wouldn't move, but with her pregnant he would have no real way to subdue her save for locking her up in the small room. He wouldn't do that. He wanted children, the very children that he hadn't wanted to bestow upon his wife with her plain coloring. Sam shivered, walking away from the window and sat down on the mattress. She wasn't allowed to cover her body, well, to wear clothes, and he kept the temperature low so she found that she never could move much. Her body shivered again, harder as tears escaped from her amethyst orbs. She had been sure that after all that he had done to her that she would not be able to cry anymore, but yet here she was bawling like a baby over something she couldn't seem to escape. He was always in the home anyway, the raven haired beauty sure that he had no way to leave the house since she had blown his life right out of the water. Smirking at the thought that she had put him in a corner, she pulled the covers over her body.

Even if she would never be free, the male was locked away with her, and that made her happy to know that he could do no ill will towards the Fentons or even Tucker since he couldn't leave the house. Little did she know that even being locked away he had worked out a plan, finding someone to kill the family and to bring the boy to his home... it just hadn't been the right time with all that had been going on in Amity. Laying back, the small girl curled up on the mattress, her eyes closing seconds after that as she fell asleep.