Danny Phantom Fan Fiction ❯ Save Me From The Darkness ❯ Chapter 12

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

When the Goth woke up later that night she found that the house was really quiet, almost too quiet when the blond male was around he was always coming to check up on her or doing something close to where she lay. The door had been taken off the hinges in the frame so that she never had any privacy, but what was strange was that all the lights were off, even in her room. Blinking she sat up and headed for the window where the moonlight filtered thru to give her some sight in the darkened house. She wondered what he was thinking with the blackout in the two story building. Pulling the sheets tighter around her small form she headed for the darkened hall. Jeremy was never one to turn off the lights, not even in her room when she wanted to sleep. No, he wanted to be able to see her should she move around the second floor. The floor was her own, save for his room which was just across the hallway from her small space. He kept his door closed, but when she peeked out she found the door wide open and the male that occupied it missing.

Growing more curious and brave, she headed for the stairs, the large gate that had been erected to keep her in, like a child's gate was made to keep children out of certain unsafe places, still stood closed before her. Leaning up against it she could feel the icy chill of the steel, but paid it no mind as she strained to hear anything from the first floor. She could see no light at the bottom of the steps. "What is going on?" she murmured as she stepped away from the gate. She couldn't figure out what the male had planned, but she knew it would not bode well for her. He liked to surprise her, taking her off guard one of his many joys, but he had never done this before. Creeping back to his room this time she stood in the doorway to find his bed unmade with several papers littering the large mattress. Taking one more look around as she listened for the sound of Jeremy she moved into the room. To her right was a large closet, the space brimming with clothing. Some of it looked like his, the rich fabric more to his taste while others looked more middle or even low class in appearance. Smiling she grabbed a large white shirt. Though she didn't want to wear his clothing, she was tired of running around the place naked. Looking around after pulling on the large shirt, the top falling just past mid thigh, she found a dresser. Hoping that she could find something that fit her small body she opened the top drawer to find boxers. Frowning in disgust she shut the door and opened the next one only to find several jeans.

That wouldn't work either. She was sure that she was way too small to fit those and shutting the door she opened the last drawer, her lips turning upward as she smiled. In this drawer she found several sweatpants and shorts. Pulling out a pair of red sweatpants she pulled them on, the sound of glass breaking below her making her move quickly to the gate again. Her bare feet didn't make a sound, but she was still cautious of alerting to whoever was breaking into the house that she was here. Sam could hear them moving around down there, the sound of them stepping on the glass loud in the otherwise silent home. Edging into the shadows of the wall she listened as the sound of another person mixed in with the first person. While she was glad that Jeremy seemed to be gone, she was also worried about this new threat. There was no way that these people in the house were friendly, no, they were obviously robbing the house.

"You were right," a male voice stated, his tone of surprise drifting up the stairs to where the raven haired girl stood. "He is loaded! Look at all this shit!" The other person made a shushing sound and a smack was heard.

"Shut up," a woman hissed. "This guy is crazy." Sam wondered who these people were and how did this woman know that Jeremy was crazy? It seemed that her companion was curious too as he inquired as to why she thought that. "He comes into the store to buy the strangest things, like duct tape and other strange things, for a man as wealthy as he appeared to be, to purchase. Hell, the man buys little in the way of food and while that isn't strange to most I have known my fair share of wealthy men. They don't usually shop for themselves and they don't buy cheap stuff."

"That doesn't mean shit," the male said. Sam had to agree, though she didn't know much about the differences in her own status and those of the people robbing the place either. The only people that she had been around, besides her family's circle of friends, were the Fentons and while she had never seen them buy duct tape or anything they didn't seem all that different, save for shopping for their own family.

"Trust me, there is something off about this man. He comes in and makes sure to keep his head down, never meeting anyone's gaze while at the same time keeping close watch to his surroundings." She paused, her voice growing closer to the stairs as she began to talk again. "The other thing that catches my eye is his appearance."

"What about it?" came the far away question, the sound of drawers opening downstairs echoing around them.

"He looks familiar, though I can't place where I have seen his face..." she faded off as she came to the end of the stairway. Sam backed up a bit further, her amethyst orbs only able to see a shadow below her. "I think it was a news story or something." She looked up now, her eyes a bright greenish blue. She raised a brow at the gate before her. Grabbing the rail she moved up the stairs, her eyes never leaving the strange feature in her way. "I have heard of safes and shit, but this is biza-" she stopped, her voice halting when she noticed the shadow watching her next to the wall. The Goth let out a small squeak of alarm, but the woman just leaned closer.

"What's up?" came the male voice as he turned the corner to find his partner standing before a large gate, her stance frozen as she looked at the shadows to the right of the gate.

"I thought he was alone," the woman muttered before producing a gun, the barrel of the gun pointed right at Sam. The Goth moved back, the light from the window behind her allowing the woman before her to see part of her. Her amethyst gaze was wide, fear filling the large orbs. The male came to stand next to his partner, his eyes squinting at the small female before them. "I never saw anyone with him at the store or even thru the windows downstairs," she clarified.

"She doesn't know what we look like so let's just get the shit and go," the male said. Sam debated at that moment, her choice of staying in the house or leaving, even with these two. The thought of what the blond would do after finding his hideout wiped clean and the fact that she wanted to be free from him won as she moved closer to them.

"He has more valuable stuff in here," she said, her voice so soft. "The safe where he keeps his money is in here." That seemed to interest them.

"Well, let us in," the male stated to the surprise of his female companion who smacked him.

"Why would she do that, idiot?" Sam moved even closer, her hands reaching out to touch the bars. The pair couldn't see her in the shadows that now covered her, but they could tell by the tone of her voice when she spoke again that she was afraid.

"I would if I could," she said, her head coming down for a moment. "I'm locked in here." That surprised the pair. "He is keeping me against my will."

"Is he your husband or something?" the male asked, curious about this female before him. She shook her head as she looked up at them.

"He's my father, though not by blood." She looked to the woman. "You said you thought he was on a news story or something, well, you were right." The woman blinked. "His name is Jeremy Manson, the one that killed his wife."

"That fucker is the murder of all those people?" the woman gasped is surprise and disgust, turning to her partner she nodded. They would help her escape, but how would they get her out of the locked area? As they spoke about the ways to help the small female escape Sam moved away from them for a moment, heading for his room. Looking around she tried to see if there was anything in the room that could aid the couple willing to help her out of her situation. Then she recalled that Jeremy had put up the gate himself and rushing back to them she told them that there was possibly a blowtorch or something downstairs. The male disappeared, the woman still standing there before Sam with only the gate separating them. "Why would you trust us to help you?"

"When you've been thru what I have been thru you would trust the devil," was her response. "I don't even want to go with you, I just want to get out of this house." The woman could tell that this girl was being truthful and she had to agree. If there was a way to escape from a bad situation, though she had no idea what Sam had been thru, then yeah, even the devil would be a welcome aid. You can have whatever is in the house, hell, you can burn it to the ground, but I won't trouble you after that." Then she recalled that she had no idea where she was. "Where am I?"

"Kansas. Wichita, Kansas." Just then the male reappeared, in his hands a blowtorch. The two women stepped back to allow him to turn on the machine, the bright light illuminating all of them. The pair before her wore masks, the ski masks covering their whole head save for their mouths and their eyes. The woman's eyes grew large as she saw Sam, the girl swamped in the large clothing, but her face was turned from the painfully bright flame of the tool. It didn't take the male long to destroy the lock on the gate and within minutes they were before her, the small girl showing them were the safe was and the laptop that sat on the desk in Jeremy's room. She was still confused as to where the male in question was, but she wasn't going to allow it to keep her from escaping as soon as she could. Walking out of his room she headed down the stairs, the pair following close behind her with the small safe and several other goods.

She found the window that they had broken in thru just past the kitchen in the living room. Climbing out she left the pair to finish their task, her bare feet getting cut on the glass that littered the floor, but she didn't care about that as she sprinted away from the house that had been her prison for a year. Though she could have stopped at one of the many houses that surrounded it she chose not to, keeping in the shadows as she moved further and further from the house. She had no idea where she would go, and as much as she wanted to go back to Danny, she knew that doing so would put him in danger. Jeremy would be sure to check if she had gone there so with a heavy heart she pondered on how she would survive outside the place that had housed her. She had no money, no car, nothing to aid her in her escape.

She had only gone a block when a horn honked, the raven haired girl tensing as she looked around the edge of the house she had just came to. Seeing an unfamiliar van she went to creep around the backyard only to be stopped when the same voice as the woman robbing the house hit her ears. "Come on!" she called out. At first the Goth wanted to brush them off, unsure of what they would do if she willingly went to join them in the van, but in the end she turned and walked over to the driver side. The woman leaned out, her mask gone now to reveal a rather pretty looking blond woman. "Come with us. I can take you to a bus station, but then you are on your own." Sam wanted to point out that she had no money, but the woman said, "Don't worry. I will give you some of the cash from the sale of the bastard's goods to aid you on that trip." Nodding, Sam walked around to the sliding door of the van. Opening it up she crawled into the darkened interior where several items filled the seat-less space. As soon as she shut the door the trio were off just as another vehicle pulled before the house that had just been robbed.