Hi! I ran a poll on my profile, seeing what you, my dear readers, wanted me to do first. The 2 lovely people who voted had a split decision between another chapter of my WITCH story (the chappie is done if you like that show/comic book) and what you're reading right now. The second and possibly final chapter of Together, the story of Ember McLain. Her death and what came after. This chapter is set in and after Episode 11, Fanning the Flames, ©Butch Hartman, who is not me.

In the previous chapter:

In a burning store in town, a fading young woman called Emma departed this life for the next. Only two would know of the peace she felt as she was reduced to ashes, the numbness to the pain, and of the conflicting fear, of the anger, anguish and agony of a forever broken heart.

All the rescuers would find would be a severely melted bracelet...

About 1 Year Later-Amme's POV

I was the only sane person left in school. The teachers were still the same, completely bananas as always. But everyone else had drifted past the event horizon of sheer idiocy. Well, everyone except that one clueless guy that Dash Baxter liked to pick on and his Gothic honestly-should-be girlfriend but those two didn't count as anyone important. One and all had succumbed to the plague that was Ember McLain; including the one person I thought would always stick with me, Lottie. Barely 12 months since Emma had... even now I couldn't say it. It was still too sore a subject. I still felt the damage done to my heart like a wound. And now that no-talent, low-life, pus-filled, copy-cat scum was stealing everything my twin and I had ever had. Our song, our dream, even our guitar design! The Universe had a sick sense of humour. Why did this blue-flame-haired freak of nature have to show up and rub in my face the fact that the other half of my entire reality was d... missing?

And then the rock music that I knew and reviled so well blared through my thoughts and the Maths lesson I'd been ignoring. How typical. First she took over the students, heck, even one or two of the teachers and now she had the guts to show up here in person at my school, Emma's school! Five seconds later I could tell that only one person in Casper High was still at their desk. The rest were staring at the pathetic excuse for a pop sensation with way too much make-up and not enough talent outside. Would the torture never end? The deplorable music seeped through the walls to a tune all too familiar to me.

It was,

It was September,

Wind blows,

The dead leaves fall.

To you I did surrender,

Two weeks you didn't call.

And so it went, on and on and on. Everywhere I went our song was being perverted by senseless slaves of pop. And by the noise coming from outside, those same slaves were having a riot. Wonderful.

A Few Days Later-Third Person

Amme and Lottie stood outside the Amity Park Cemetery, undoubtedly the most haunted place in Amity, after Casper High, the Nasty Burger and the mall. Ironic, if you thought about it (The most lived-in places were visited by the dead more often than the deadest place of all). Lottie's hand slowly found its way to the silver cross around her neck. Amme's hands were holding two charm bracelets, only one belonging to her. They both remembered how they had laughed when that two-bricks-short-of-a-wall fool of a ghost, as she'd turned out to be, had been reduced to near nothing by Tucker Foley and his tuneless screeches. Danny Phantom was a hero in their eyes no matter what. He had managed to rid them of that pest by using something no one thought would ever be of use. They'd both agreed that if Ember had the nerve to stand, let alone perform that foul mutation of their song, almost exactly where Emma had d... you-know-what-ed*, she deserved a good pounding. Lottie was mostly thankful that she was over the ectoplasmic loser.

Amme's feet lead the way. They knew where they were going. But then they stopped dead.

Ember McLain was sitting on Emma's grave. WAS NOTHING FREAKING SACRED!

"I thought Danny Phantom tossed you back into the Ghost Zone!" Lottie exclaimed, more than a little rage seeping into her voice, eyes narrowing in irritation.

"He did," she answered. "I got out again. Now get lost, dipsticks!" She turned around to face them. The same blue hair, the same overdone make-up but it almost looked as if she'd been crying. Could ghosts cry? Something strange occurred to Amme just then. Ember looked exactly like Emma had the very last time she'd seen her, hair dishevelled, mascara running, and a distinct hint of tears still lingering. She pushed that thought to the back of her mind, far away from all consideration.

"No." The daggers in her voice and eyes could have killed a ghost again (had that been possible). "You have taken everything in my life that had the slightest connection to my twin, Emma, and you have warped it, turned it on its head, ripped it in half and then thrown it down the garbage disposal! You make me sick." She walked up to Ember and would have slapped her across the face, if Ember hadn't suddenly become intangible.

"Nice try, baby pop," the ghost said, "I don't even know what your talking about. Now take off!"

"Of course you know what she's talking about!" Lottie cried. "You became famous by using the song she wrote! Changing the words, even if it was just to mock her, doesn't make it yours, baby pop." The last words came with a sneer, the likes of which no one had ever heard from this sweet girl.

"I wrote that song, dipstick," retorted Ember. "Like I said, I don't know what you're talking about."

Amme's temper reached far beyond boiling point. "Yes. You. DO! YOU BAG OF ECTOPLASMIC PUS! I'M TALKING ABOUT EMMA, MY TWIN! She's freaking DEAD and you..." The thought from before resurfaced at speed. "...You're dead too."

"Thanks for summing that up," Ember rested her hand on her chin causing her bracelets to rattle. One caught Lottie's eye. A half-melted charm bracelet hung from her wrist, mostly obscured by the other accessories. But still Lottie saw enough to recognise it. "Now LEAVE! Before you end up telling that sister of yours this story in person!"

Lottie suddenly burst out, "But she's doing that right now, Em! And I think you know that."

"Shut up, Lottie, I didn't ask your opinion." The fact that Ember had unexpectedly recognised Lottie did not miss Amme.

"Calm the farm, Em," she replied, catching Lottie's train of thought and hoping to get another such revelation, "she's still your friend. No need to get all steamed up."

"The same goes for you, sis. Just leave me alone!"

"Emma Bertha McAlister-Lane, I don't care if you're dead or alive, I will not leave you in a cemetery to sulk. We have been apart for a whole year and during that time you've developed a taste for world domination. I want to know what's been going on!"

The deceased girl was startled by this outburst. " Wait, what? I... I...AH!" The last word was a cry of pain as Ember clutched her head. A rapid onslaught of memories will do that to some people. She looked up at the intruders-that-weren't again with new eyes. "Well if you want to know, my dear twin," she finally said with a mischievous smile that the living young women knew very well, "I've been reworking an old song. It's pretty good. Maybe you know it? Remember by Together?" A slow grin found its way onto all the teenagers' faces.

"I may have heard it once or twice," Amme replied.

Yes, it is finished! Thank you to all who read these words and even more if you review. This is complete now and that means my first completed fanfic! YAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYY! If you could push that lovely little button down there and tell me how my story went that would be so kind. Thanks to all, Danny Phantom rocks, Nick should bring it back and if you could go to my profile and vote on what new story I should do that would be delightful.

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