Her wide eyes follow him as he falls to the ground graciously. He lands with a soft thud. His shirt soaked with his own deep red fluid.

Her eyes begin to water as she screams out, "No!" She rushes towards his fallen body, looking into his beautiful light blue eyes. His breath is short and quick. She kneels, holding his slightly heavy head. "Oh God, please…"She looks up at the dark sky. Her tears land on his already soaked shirt. He looks into her purple eyes with his own.

"Please," he begs her. They have an agreement. She is hit with another wave of sorrow.

"No no no no…"

"Sam, please," he pleads. He coughs, splattering blood on her face. She sobs even harder, finally realizing how hopeless this is. No one can save him from this.

"Goodbye, Danny." She closes his eyes with her fingers. She swallows as she gets off of the floor. She takes out her gun. She closes her eyes and pulls the trigger. And in less than a second, his head is blown apart, brain matter on the ground. She throws up she second she opens her eyes.

She works as if it isn't there and his blood isn't staining her shirt. She makes a makeshift grave, crying significantly loud. The crickets and the late night critters have ceased making sounds, to listen, it seems. She buries him and walks away, blood and dirt staining her purple and black ghost fighting outfit, vengeful of him, Skulker, for killing her love before he even had the chance to turn into a ghost.

A/N: Sorry this is so short, and this is indeed a one-shot. Background information: Danny and Sam are together and have been fighting off ghosts full time since the graduated high school. My theory is, if Danny Phantom dies, he doesn't turn into a ghost forever. Not much a theory, but more of a belief. So... Danny is dead. In this story, anyways. Reviews are completely awesome!