I don't own DP. Suprising, I know.
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Eyes wide, he gasped and shot up.
Labored breaths and sweaty palms, he wiped his forehead looking around his room, being the minimalist that he was, there was no more than a bed, side-table, door and a window.
The window over looked the vast spiraling space that was the Ghost Zone, opening the door let you see the same.
Sighing he laid back down.
Why was this happening to him?
These nightmares.
He sighed again and closed his neon eyes.
Only to be shaken off the bad and almost hit by a burning stream of energy.
Fully alert, he stood.
"Phantom," came an all to familiar voice.
"Walker," Phantom grumbled. The suit clad ghost chuckled.
"I suppose you know why I'm here," he said stepping into the small floating house. "Or are you going to play clueless again?"
Phantom untensed and arched an eyebrow.
"Clueless, yes." Walker came closer to him, smirked, and snapped his fingers.
Yelling in pain, Phantom fell to the ground, slowly loosing consciousness.
"Phantom, you were seen trying to steal from the late king Pariah, and also attacking the new king. And that, boy… is against the rules."
And all was black.
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When Phantom woke.
He had no idea where he was.
Frantic, he tried to take to the sky, but found he couldn't
How was this?
Where was he?
Where was he… this was not is small room, there was no Ghost Zone swirling around him.
There was nothing but a wet wall and a disgusting smell.
He closed his eyes and leaned his head against the moist wall.
Oh God…
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"Samantha Manson! Wake up!" The raven-haired girl groaned and pushed her blanket from her head.
"I'm up! I'm awake…" She rolled her eyes, pulled up from her warm bed and stepped into the bathroom.
She sighed and looked at her self in the mirror.
"Good morning, Sam, you're looking ravishing this morning." She said with a warm smile, grabbing a brush and running it through her black locks. Her expression turned sad and she set the back brush down, stepping out of her bathroom and into her walk-in closet.
When she walked out, she was fully clothed and ready to leave her house.
On the way out of her room she scooped up her backpack and want down the stairs. When her foot landed in the kitchen, she was greeted with disapproving looks.
"Oh, honey, wouldn't you like to wear something a little lighter to match your eyes?" He mother said standing and clamping her hands together.
"No, mom." Sam said quietly, grabbing an apple and leaving the house.
Walking to school and eating her apple was what she seemed to do everyday.
She was in a rut.
One she desperately wanted to escape but could not.
Lifting the top of a dumpster, she threw the core of the fruit away, as she did every day, in the small alley.
Her head jerked around as she heard a noise, going deeper into the alley, her mind screamed at her to go back to her rut.
"He—hello?" She called out softly.
Phantom's head jerked up at the tentative voice, eyes wide lighting the area around him slightly.
A small figure came towards him, it gasped, and ran to him.
"Who are you?" He looked at her. She was beautiful.
He tried to speak, but no words came from his lips.
"How long have you been here?" She muttered, looking into his glowing eyes. He shook his head, even he didn't know. "Can you stand?"
He shrugged.
"I'll help you." She said quietly, going to his side, and wrapping her arm around his shoulder, he nodded and tried to stand.
But ended up in her lap instead.
She blushed.
What was she doing here with this glowing boy?
How was this angelic face for real?
He chuckled softly and her face got redder.
He pushed himself from her.
He smiled nervously…
Well, she was defiantly out of her rut.