Candeh- I just started this one to see how well this goes. If I get enough reviews for it, then I'll go through with it. But showing me you want it to continue means that you review like crazy, ok? Okay.
But before I start, I have to let you know that on my other stories, the recently updated, "The Ring" and the soon to be updated "With One Roll of The Dice", are going slowly because I'm having major writers block.
Well, a little summary for it is in my notebook which is pack neatly away 2 inches from where I'm actually sitting and I feel no need to reach. You see, it's a very long reach like that...
So I'll give you the quickest summary I have from the top of my head, seeing as the won't let me write a complete one for the front page. -sigh- fan-fiction sites these days...
But, just a quick note, Sam and Danny haven't met in this fiction yet. There will be a lot of D x S in this fic, unlike my others which have been lacking quite a few...
Summary:
Elizabeth Manson is a nurse for the Amity Park hospital in town. The job is tough, and to top off all the work, her niece, Samantha Manson, is dropped off everyday at the place. If it isn't enough that she has to try and help Doctor's save lives, but watch out for a 14 year old teenager, the Nurse Elizabeth doesn't know what else to do. And it's not fun for Sam either, without much friends, she stares at the patients, watching their lives melt away. Watching someone die every day is hard enough, but things get interesting one night as a raven haired boy is hurried quickly into the emergency room where her aunt works. And he isn't what he seems... (D x S)
I hope you enjoy it because I'm planning on keeping it up.
I haven't dedicate this to anybody yet, but I might as I go along... -wink-
Chapter 1:
Elizabeth Mansonstood heavily as she watched her niece spin a straw in circles around in an empty coffee mug.That girl looks nothing like me. She thought, tossing her blond hair over her shoulder and thinking downslightlyon her sister. If she hadn't raised Sam to be like this, maybe she'd have a little more class. Maybe she'd turn just like her good old aunt Elizabeth... She sighed, watching a patent moan from behind their curtain.
She turned away from her niece, her thoughts about her still running. But she smiled at the patient as she moaned, her face covered with glossy locks of red short hair.
"This," Elizabeth sighed, watching the spark on the needle glisten in the sunlight, "won't hurt a bit" And she quickly brought down the needle into the young woman's arm, ignoring the wince of pain she'd grown use to.
Sam Manson had arrived at this hospital for about 5 years. Everyday while her mother, went to her social parties early. Beauty Sleep was needed, She mimicked. But as she watched the brightly haired girl rub harshly at her arm, she winced, still not growing enough custom to needles.
Aunt Elizabeth had been an OK person to hang out with. There had been many times when Sam had been in trouble at the hospital. But she'd learned her lesson, feeling like a punished kid, she remained seated in the bright yellow chair, only wandering at the times she needed to...
And she'd felt the time the second Elizabeth Manson stuck her head down. She slipped off the chair, pulling herself on her stomach. The front door only a few steps away and it was her goal.
A man pushing an elder man in a wheel chair gave her a grave look but ignored her nonetheless. Sam knew almost al the people that worked there. She'd become more popular than her aunt, who'd spent her time chasing after the elderly single men...
The man in the wheel chair had been at this place for seven years due to cancer. He wasn't expected to survive this long, but they're was always a miracle here and there. Sam smiled as she watched him lean back in his seat, waiting for his young friend to make her way silent and unnoticed out the door.
Sam let out a cry of victory as she escaped through the glass doors and hid desperately behind the brick wall. She ducked down below a low treeout into the streets of Amity Park. She could have felt happier outside, but the nervousness of the residents frightened her. A single woman, dark-skinned and dark hair, walked low to the ground in fear of...
"Him." Sam said slyly to herself as she came face-to-face with a tattered poster hanging slightly ripped on a telephone pole.
Danny's Phantom's hair couldn't get any whiter and his eyes glowed brightly in the poster. It made Samantha shiver as she felt a presence of something behind her.
"I know." I sighing voice appeared from behind her, making her jump. "Whoa, calm down." It replied quickly, seeing Sam jump. A perfectly manicured hand, slammed in her face.
The girl looked about 15, but she wasn't. Her hair was curly and black, knotted slightly in the back. She wore a yellow top, with a bright orange skirt. The smile she wore was priceless, one Sam had given many times; perfect for acting, and unmistakable expression of a soap star.
"Valerie Grey." The girl said, extending a hand out to shake. It was straight, as if she'd been in the army. Sam shook, carefully, noticing the girl was strong. She seemed a little too shifty, as if she were watching something also.
"Sam Manson." She replied, tightening her pony-tail in the back.
"Uh-huhPleasure." Valerie replied, with a quick glance over her shoulder towards a fast whoosh of the wind. "What was that?" She asked, her desperate face in Sam's.
"I'm not sure." Sam shrugged, her mouth twitching with curiosity.
There was a gust of wind and a green slick movement from the back of her head.
Valerie Grey became tense.
She let go quickly of Sam's hand and speed off in the other direction. "I've got to go." She replied, saluting her a goodbye.
She had made no second attempt to apologize, there was a quick gust of red wind and Valerie Grey disappeared. Leaving only a trail of voice behind her.
There was a quick motion in her hand as sam was jolted to the warm body of her aunt.
"Samantha Manson!" A voice cried, a wet hand slapping the teenager's shoulder. "What have I told you?"
For a moment, Sam recalled wanting to just go with her. The town seemed strange enough, let alone creepy. But then again, she thought quickly, it's Aunt Elizabeth.
She brought back her shoulder with a quick snap of her arm. "Excuse me?" She heaved, stepping back with dark boots. "
Elizabeth seemed to be offended, she stepped back from her niece, shocked. Fearing that she'd never heard anybody talk back to her, let alone her niece. There was a slight twitch of her lip before she continued. "Excuse me?"
Sam sighed, then, her eyes caught a glimpse of her aunt. Her perfect blonde hair flowed in the breeze. Her pink lip stick shimmered in the sun and her eyeshadow, although brown and settle, made her flinch. If she followed this woman, she'd become just like her...
Sam visioned herself in 10 years. 10 years, she'd become an adult. A 24 year old adult. Her hair was dyed back to it's original color, bright and blonde.
She wore no eyeliner. Her hair and no body, it lay flat and stuck to her skin out of shape. Her beauty-mark, fake with makeup was sprinkled badly over her face.
Her 24 year old self walked towards a shadow in the corner.
A fat man lay spread on the couch, beer in his hand. In her mind, her curiosity grew. Dash Baxter lay, fat piling from under his jeans, with a stain on his under shirt.
"Hey, love." He smiled. "Look who's on the television..."
A raven haired boy smiled with an ounce of pain at the cameras and lights in his face. He looked like he'd missed out on something...lost a love...
The future Sam stared solemnly at her finger, her index one, carrying a ring. Plastic. A magazine look alike order.
She snapped back to life, not wanting to know the details. Her hand made a quick struggle and she dashed down the street, her combat boots carrying her faster than the heels her aunt snuck in the hospital that morning...
"There they are." Sam gasped, watching a bright red steak across the sky. It was following a dark black one.
There were a couple of cheers as well as screams. Three ghost lay up in the sky.
Danny Phantom, liked by a few, he'd been chasing a ghost made of metal. "Skulker!" He shouted through the air. Skulker must be his name...
Skulker, metal and shiny, seemed to be the one ghost causing the havoc, but nobody had seemed to notice expect Sam herself. The metal ghost, a smile printed on his large face, laughed, tilting his head backwards.
The last ghost chased Danny Phantom. Wicked suit, Sam thought. But her thoughts were quickly disrupted as the metal ghost swung close above her head, making her duck low to the ground.
A crowd of people had surrounded the fight, ducking like an instinct as the beams passed their heads.
A child with dark skin and hair, rushed forwards into the fight, before the metal ghost, who with curiosity, lunged forwards at the girl.
She was beautiful, but her face crunched as the ghost pressed a tiny green button on his left arm. There was a loud beep, but the small child didn't move, her feet planted to the ground.
Skulker's guns loaded as he aimed directly into her brown eyes.
Sam Manson made a sudden movement, but she soon tasted metal as the ghost's arm swung out to stop her. Her head hit the tree on the side of the side walk, making her cringe. Her vision blurred.
From above, Danny Phantom spotted the girl on the side walk, her mother hurdled in fright, running though quickly. The child must have wandered off...
He dodged a green light sent from the ghost on a board, hovering in the air. His body stiffened as the loading noise grew louder in his ears. He made a quick dash, his body lunging for her.
The child felt light in his arms as he quickly pushed her away. She landed horribly in a pile of mud, splattering her clothes wet. But she stood there, horrified.
For a ten year old girl, Sam thought no body could get any smarter. The girl's eyes showed compassion for the ghost that saved, she bit her lip, keeping her eyes from watering at her scratched knee.
But Danny Phantom looked up too late. His green eyes flashed as he noticed the mark on his chin, pooling crimson blood. He bit his lip, moving up a gloved hand to feel the cut...
The aim fired, hitting him directly in the back and making him shiver. He moaned in pain, ignoring the burst of cheers and gasps. It seemed as the town of Amity was a strange place. Their emotions mixed; for Danny Phantom, or against him.
The temporally paralyzed ghost, moaned, ignoring the cheer from the red dressed one in the sky who disappeared with a trance. The girl Sam met earlier, Valerie Grey, appeared behind them in an instant.
"Finally." Skulker hacked, laughing at the pain of his prey.
Danny winced, blinking out the spit that flung on his face.
"Now that wasn't too hard, was it?" He continued, raising up in the sky.
The trapped ghost moaned, his eyes fading to more of a blue green...
But the metal ghost caught the amethyst eyes of Samantha Manson and hurdled her up from the ground before she could scream.
"One question," Skulker asked, bringing Sam closer to the ghost in pain. "You for this guy?"
Sam's face flushed. "I don't even live here."
Skulker rolled his eyes. "Of course." He sighed.
There was a blast of blue light and a new ghost floated in front of them.
His hair was black, but his outfit was white. If ghosts could be rich, he looked to a millionaire. But his smile stole his personality. He white fangs from his mouth made Sam shiver.
"Plasmius!" Danny shouted with a weak breath, but his hands flung to his chin, catching the blood in his gloves.
The new ghost nodded. And at moment, the metal ghost, known as Skulker vanished, leaving the two teenagers some hoe hooked in mid-air.
"Lets make this a little more worth the while." Vlad cooed, his face near the ghost boy's.
The ghost raised a hand and wrapped his fingers directly over Danny Phantom's head. Danny moaned, his spine tingling and his eyes rolled backwards in his head, seeming as if he were having a seasure.
But that hadn't been enough. Vlad tossed back his head, laughing and with a quick snap of his wrist, he sent Danny Phantom soaring behind the hills.
He laughed, and then, with an evil glare, stared at Sam. He smiled brighter. "You can go with him."
There was a quick whip in her neck and she passed out.
"Samantha Manson." Her aunt's voice woke her up. "You...you scared the hell out of me. You see what you did, Sam?"
Sam's eyes fluttered open, staring brightly at the walls around her. She was lying in a hospital bed, surrounded by two other nurses.
"We did some tests." Elizabeth continued, "Your okay. But you have to stay here for the night. I told your parents not to worry, there's nothing wrong with you. But you—"
"Did you find him?" Sam asked, interrupting her aunt. She ignored the fluttering of the woman's eyes.
"Who?"
"Danny Phantom!" Sam cried. "I think he's–"
"Oh Gosh," The nurse cried, "Your sicker than I thought. Listen," She continued, seeing her niece was serious, "Danny Phantom is a 'bad guy' who cares?" And wit that she kicked up her leg.
Elizabeth turned smoothly to open the door, but she was pushed aside. A stretched carried a raven haired boy. He looked about 14. His white shirt was stained with blood. Sam gasped, not noticing the mark on his chin the same as Danny Phantom's.
"Poor boy." Elizabeth said to her niece as she turned to go. "Found him struggling to get up. He passed out once we drugged him." She sighed before she continued, "The sad thing is, he's really sick. Fatal...but we can't seem to figure out the problem. There's nothing humanly wrong with him..."
Candeh- If you liked it, you need to review because that's the only way I'm keeping this up. I worked really hard no this though. So...you know. XP
Peace.
Candeh