This is a quick One-Shot. I write this when I had nothing better to do a couple of weeks ago. It's in Sam's POV
It's been 1 year since… uh… he was taken from me… from all of us. He didn't die, at least, I don't think he did. Or has. I hope.
He didn't give up without a fight, I tried to help, but they held me back. I fought but they were stronger, they kept telling me he was dangerous and needed to be away from us, away from me. He was taken by them, the anger I felt.
-Flashback-
"Danny! No! Danny!" I screamed as loud as I could.
"Sam! Get out of here! Do you hear me? Get out!" He yelled back, as the agents surrounded him, two were by my sides as I struggled. They weren't taking him from me.
An ear piercing scream filled the air as he was shot in the back with a ecto weapon. He fell from the sky and landed on the ground with a loud 'thud'.
"DANNY!" I yelled, trying to pull away from the agents. I kicked mud onto their pristine white suits, it barely made them look at me.
He tried to get up, only able to pull himself onto his knees, his glow almost nothing, his eyes closed and his arms dangled at his sides. He had given up.
I screamed as he was dragged to a van, he lay on the floor, his breathing slow, his eyes drifting to me for the last time. They closed the door, he was gone.
-End Flashback-
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- Cat