Danielle POV
My head was pounding and I felt like lying on the ground and passing out, but I knew that I couldn't do that. I needed to keep moving. My heart was running a marathon in my chest against a cheetah and was winning from what I could tell.
I knew that I needed to rest, but I knew that I needed to get back to Amity Park even more. I couldn't allow myself to stop for anything. I flew high in the air, clutching my precious cargo to my chest. I couldn't afford to lose it for anything.
Amity Park was probably another 6 hours away with stops for short breaks. And I intended to make those breaks as short as possible.
Danny POV
Sam and I have this weird relationship thing going on right now, but I can't really describe it as we aren't dating or anything. We go out together by ourselves all the time, and I know that I like her a WHOLE lot, I…I just don't know how to tell her. I really want to, and I feel that I really NEED to, but every time I try something happens and makes it so that I can't tell her. Curse being able to tell when another ghost is nearby.
Sam was waiting outside her house for me. Her long black hair was tied up in a ponytail and her bangs hung down in her face. She had on a black choker that was adorned with only one object. A diamond shaped crystal that I made for her during the Undergrowth incident. She had on a deep violet top that cut off around her midsection and she was wearing black cargo pants that were adorned with a double looped violet belt. She let one side of the belt hang loose while the other part wrapped around her waist. There was a chain clipped to a belt-loop in the front and the back of her pants, letting it dangle around her right pocket. The chain had one item on it. It was the same 'DP' symbol that adorned my shirtfront.
I headed over to her in a light jog. She seemed to be spacing out. "Hey Sam!" I called out to her, bringing her out of whatever she was thinking about at the time. She turned and smiled at me. God her smile was beautiful. Sam headed down the stairs that lead to her porch and started walking to me, we met in the middle.
"Hey Danny." She said, looking up at me. And yes, I did say 'looking up at me,' cause I was now a good head and a half taller than her, even though we both grew, I shot up like a bamboo stalk in the middle of our sophomore year. "You're early today, no ghosts this time?"
I shook my head. "Luckily." I said, then sighed. "But I had another one of those dreams again."
Concern overtook the features on her face. "You mean the ones about Danielle?" She asked me. "What was this one like?"
I looked down at the ground a moment and then nodded slightly to myself and looked back up at her, "I'll tell you about it while we head to get Tucker." I said and she nodded.
We started heading towards our next destination, Tucker's place, which was just down the road a ways.
"So tell me about the dream." She told me as we were walking. I looked down. "And judging by that reaction, it wasn't anything good."
I shook my head. "No, I think that Danielle is getting really sick."
"Sick?"
"Yeah, with the flu or something, cause with the dream this time I felt that Danielle was getting a fever and not only that but the dream itself was disorienting, because I felt that I couldn't see straight and everything was just blurs as I moved and looked around." I paused, and then continued. "It seems she is headed back here to Amity though, which is good."
Sam nodded. "Well, we can go and look for her after school, that way we can make sure that she is okay and that she gets better."
I sighed and nodded. "I'm just…I feel that I should be looking for her right now, not going to school. Something is telling me that finding her is more important at the moment…"
A gentle smile crossed Sam's face. "I'm sure that she'll be okay, she is you after all. And ever since I met you in 3rd grade, I have never known you to back down and let anything stop you at all."
A small smile made its way to my lips. "Thanks Sam. I needed that."
She placed a hand on my shoulder. "Which is precisely why I said it, now let's get Tuck so that we can make our way to school."
There was a flash behind us. "I think that Tucker found us first." I stated dryly.
"You bet I did! And I watched the whole thing!" Tucker exclaimed, I could tell he was grinning by the tone of his voice.
Sam spun around and ran after him as he took off, trying to get away from her. "GIVE ME THAT CAMERA FOLEY!" She yelled as she ran at him.
"NO WAY! I just got this thing!"
I grinned as I watched my friends run. Tucker was a blur of yellow and forest green as he ran, trying to escape the clutches of our group Goth. His wardrobe hadn't changed much in the sense that basically everything was the same on him besides the fact that his short-pants became a complete set of cargo pants and he had the letters 'TF' etched onto the front of his yellow shirt. Around his neck hung my 'DP' symbol, much like the one that Sam had on the chain that adorned her pants. (A quick note about the symbols that they carry with them is that I have a watch with a button, and whenever I sense a ghost around I can press a button to tell them about it if we aren't around each other at the time of the emergency.) He still wore that silly red Beret of his, but he had grown his hair out, letting his messy bangs peek out from under the hat. He still carried around his navy blue backpack filled with all of his technology that he refused to leave anywhere without.
Eventually Sam disabled tucker by tossing her boot at him, hitting him square in the back of the head. He tripped and shouted out in pain.
"OW!" Tucker Shrieked.
Sam casually strolled up to him and plucked the camera off his person. She scrolled through the pictures and found the one that she was looking for, deleting it off the memory. She placed the camera back where she had gotten it, out of Tucker's twitching hand and then retrieved her boot, placing it back on her foot.
I walked over and looked down at my best friend. "You okay Tuck?" I asked him, putting out a hand for him to take so I could help him up.
He turned a bit and grabbed onto the offered hand. "Yeah, though I am pretty sure that I am going to be nursing my head for a while." I pulled him to his feet with ease.
"Taking a combat boot to the back of the head can do that to someone." I said, cracking a smile, looking over at Sam, who just shrugged. Tucker groaned and rubbed the back of his head. "That really hurt."
"I never doubted that for a second."
"Guys, we should get going, we don't need to be late. Again." Sam said in a slightly amused tone.
"Alright, then let's go before Lancer takes roll call." I said, sprinting past Sam, followed by Tucker. I heard her shout "Hey!" at us as we passed her by. I knew then that she was sprinting after us as she usually did. However, I had gotten reasonably fast from the ghost hunting, so instead of Sam overtaking me in the first second, I managed to keep my lead on her, Tuck was passed, however, but he was getting better at running himself.
I beat the two of them to the school, panting slightly as I stopped on the steps of the school, waiting for them to catch up. Sam was only about five seconds behind me while we had to wait another 10 for Tucker to catch up. He was panting heavily by the time that he reached us.
"D…dude." He panted. "H…how the h…hell are you able to go so f-fast?" He managed as he stopped, placing his hands on his thighs and bending over so that he could catch his breath easier.
"Oh you know, it only takes three years of g-" I was stopped by Sam subtly pointing past me at something and I took the cue. "good training get to where I am." I continued, giving a mental sigh. I knew the shadow of the person who was standing behind me, and I was not in the mood to deal with him at the moment.
