Hey people! This didn't get as popular as I thought it would, but for all of you who reviewed/favorited/followed, I thank you guys greatly. You are all awesome!
And don't worry you fans of A Fruit Loop's Reign, I will have that updated soon.
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Just so you know, the way this story is working is that the first three chapters are kind of like the introduction. After that, hold on to your keyboard and mouse because you are in for an extremely wrong thriller!
Disclaimer: Man, I hate these things. They always make me feel so diminutive. I don't own Danny Phantom. That's the sad truth. I really don't own much of anything. Heck, I only partially own this computer (it was a present to my siblings and I). Oh well, on with the fic.
Chapter 2: Death of Loved Ones
(Two Years After Danny's Accident)
I suppose we should have seen it coming. My parents just wouldn't accept the truth. We were being hunted, just like every other rich family. You see, my name is Sam Manson. My family and I were some of the richest people in the country. We were the ones who inherited the money from my ancestor Izzy, he was the one who invented the 'the machine that twirls the cellophane around the toothpicks'. Everybody knew our name.
Now what is the problem with being rich? Besides the social nightmare with fake friends, our world's ruler since I was four, Vlad Plasmius/Masters, was seeking out every powerful family and eliminating them. Because, apparently we would all supposedly band together and take him down. Which, I thought was an excellent idea and that we should go through with it. But, if you have ever seen how a bunch of rich snots fight, lets just say they could get beat up and sent to the hospital by a bunch of yellow belts. They'd probably be trying to load knives into guns. (Little Stargate SG-1 joke with Daniel Jackson.) Anyways, rich people and combat do not go together.
I have actually been training myself, though. You'd be surprised what people post on You Tube. My parents think it is waste of time. Despite the fact that once King Vlad finally decide to kill us, and that we would stand a chance, stode out like a turd in a punch bowl, my parents ignored it completely. I have tried to talk sense into them many times. They just call me a troubled child every time and waved me off.
And was I a troubled child? Yeah, I guess. I was a pretty rebellious sixteen year old girl with no friends. At age twelve I became a Goth. My parents about wanted to strangle me right then and there. A little while later, I became ultra-recyclo-vegetarian. My parents didn't know what to do after that one. They even tried to get me into therapy, but they never succeeded.
Let me try to explain parents to you. They are what you call the ultimate optimistic day people. I was cursed to them being a creature of the night. Their names are Jeremy and Pamela. They wear extremely bright primary colors. These kinds of things make me worry about my dad… Anyways, they are against anything I do or get into. If they had it their way, I would be wearing bright pink floral dresses and my short naturally black hair would be long, died blond, and up in funky styles. Like I said before, they never paid much attention to any of my warnings, no matter how hard I tried. Maybe if they did, they would still be here today…
It started off like any other day. My parents got up at 7:00 A.M. and began opening blinds. By 7:05, they are in my dark room and opening my blinds to wake me up. Being that we live in Miami, Florida, the sun comes up nice and early. As soon they open the blinds, my room is flooded by an intensely bright light. "Sammy, get up! It's time to start another excellent day!" my mom exclaimed in her high pitch girly voice. Tell me if I'm wrong, but is that hard to call a girl SAM! I mean really! I've told her about a million times.
I pulled the dark black covers over my head, but that did not stop them. They pulled my sheets down and forced me to get up. As I got up and put my feet into my black bat slippers, they told me to come down stairs for breakfast in in five minutes. I grumbled as I walked drowsily into my walk in closet. I knew I was lucky, but I would be happy with just a simple one story house with a half-an-acre back yard. Anyways, I went through my closet and picked out my favorite outfit: a tight fitting black tank top with a dark purple circle that stopped right of my belly-button, my black skirt with green plaid, and purple leggings down to combat boots.
After getting dressed, I made my way over to my bathroom. I brushed my raven black hair into a high ponytail with a green scrunchie and left some of the hair down. I then put on my black choke collar and bracelets. I then brushed my teeth. I then put on my dark purple lip gloss. That was the only make-up I would wear, though. You should see some of the neighborhood girls. They like glop it on. Some of them put on so much mascara on that they can't blink. (Suburgatory joke there) I might be a Goth, but I found make-up useless. Plus, it made my mom go nuts, so it was worth it. I then headed down stairs.
When I got down stairs, it was an average breakfast: scrambled eggs, pancakes, bacon, sausage, toast, and much more. I hated the thought of how much of this food that could have been given away to the needy. It was horrible! But, I reached for a piece of toast and some scrambled eggs anyways. Yeah, I ate eggs, I wasn't a vegan, I was just a vegetarian. My parents tried to make small talk, but I wasn't very cooperative. I did try to knock sense into them about Vlad again, but they didn't listen. Just like always. I just sighed and finished eating. I then left the house. I went out to the beach.
I went to the beach pretty much every day. You see, there was one cave that I found that was a perfect hide out. The entrance was covered by a bunch of weedy bushes. From the outside, it just looked like one massive rock, you can't even see the top of the thing it was that big. Once I got to the beach, I made sure that no one was around to see me and then I slipped inside.
Once inside, you had to go down this little shoot. After about twenty-five feet of shoot, it opened up into a big open area. I had rigged the place up a bit since I had found it a few month ago.
I had strung up some battery powered non-colored Christmas lights. There was a pedestal type thing-it was the perfect size for a bed. So, I snuck a few comforters and a sleeping bag in there. I rigged it so awesomely that it looked and felt like a regular bed. Right next to it I kept a long metal pipe, so if there was and intruder, I could defend myself. There had been three shelving units with fives shelves a piece already there, so I got some of my favorite books and stuff, and I put it up there on one. On another, I put a few canned goods on it, probably enough food to last one person about three months on the top four shelves. Also, on the fifth shelf of it, I had a large storage of extra batteries, light fixtures, and flashlights. On the third and final shelf, I put a few outfits of clothes, just in case I was stuck here for a while. There was also a small drain like thing in the back and bucket that I used for…well you know… It took a lot of sneaking stuff out my home, but it was worth it. The place made the perfect hang out.
Probably the coolest part of it was the little freshwater spring in the back. It kind of trickled out into a little pool and then went back down into ground. I found a little hook that I was able to hang a small cup on. The cave was almost a little too perfect. I knew for a fact that somebody had to have lived here before me. Somebody had rigged the whole thing out so it would be livable. I had to always try to keep this out of my mind.
But, that wasn't even the whole cave. The thing was massive. In the very back of the cave, by the water spring, was a little tunnel. I had been trying to debate whether of not I should look through it for a while. Not that I was scared to, it was just that once I did, I wouldn't have much to think about and argue with myself about. I am a very argue-mental person. Don't try to debate that with me! See, told you. But, did you listen, no. Today, I finally decided to check it out. I grabbed a flashlight and then began to walk down the hallway.
After walking about fifteen feet, the tunnel began to open up. There was a small circular opening. There was one small stairway to the left. The thing looked like somebody had chiseled it out of the rocks. Okay, now I know that there was someone here before me. I decided to go up the stairway. After going up a few flights of stairs, I started to see a bright light. I didn't really know why until I reached the top.
It was a big lookout. There were holes in the rock on every side. The view was beautiful. I could see far out on to the ocean. I could look down the beach. I also noticed a small lawn chair in the corner. 'Cool,' I thought, 'I could sit up here all day.' I could see from every view. It was the coolest thing I think I have ever seen. I then turned my view inland. Then I saw a horrible sight. My house. It was one of the biggest things in the distance. It had dark smoke coming out of it. My eyes became wide. My house was on fire. Fire. I then saw two big green floating things, and even though I never saw one before, I knew what they were. were ghosts. And if they were flying away from my house, that meant they were already done.
'My parents!' I thought in alarm. I ran out of the tower, out of my cave, and began to sprint to my home.
When I got there, I saw a horrible sight. The place I had called home for years was gone. All that was left was a large pile of rubble. I examined the rubble closely to see if I could find my parents. I didn't find anything. Tears began to flood into my eyes. They were gone. Just like that. No goodbye. No funeral. Just gone. Then, something shiny struck my eye. It was lying on the ruble where are kitchen would have been. It was my mom's wedding ring. I picked it up and began balling further. I now knew it was hopeless. They were gone no ifs, ands, or buts. After giving up hope, I slowly walked away from the scene. With my mom's wedding ring in hand, I headed back to my cave. Alone. As I walked, I began to regret everything I did to irritate my parents. Now there was no getting them back. There was no one to irritate. They were both dead. Dead. I walked back to my cave with a life ripped into little pieces and a heart being eaten up by regret.
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Also, just like in my other fanfic, A Fruit Loop's Reign, I will be doing a trivia question every chapter. How it works is if you answer it in your review, I will put your name in my next chapter's author's note. So it is publicity for you and reviews for me, it is a win-win. And this issue's question is:
In which Danny Phantom episode did Danny get his ghost ray?
In other news, I should have the next chapter up by the end of this weekend or next weekend.
Anyways, please review.