I realy need to finish my cover pic for this story :\
Just thought i'd let you know, 'Italics' are Sam's thought.
Right, on with the chapter. I dont own Danny Pantom (there would be a lot more episodes if I did).
That night Sam lay awake, staring at the dark ceiling of her bedroom, thinking abou the 'conversation' she had with Tucker. 'A basement? Does this house have a basement?' After another hour of tossing and turning she glared at her clock. The numbers 12:30 stared back at her and she gave an annoyed growl before jumping out of her bed. She grabbed her black nightgown and slipped her feet into her fluffy purple slippers.
After slowly opening her door, careful not to wake her perants, she silently made her way down stairs and into the kitchen (the kitchen and living room were connected by a large arch way). Once there she poured herself a glass of water and glanced around the room.
Then...she saw it. She probably would have missed it if she wasn't looking so carefully. In the corner of the kitchen it looked like parts of the wallpaper dipped in in places, almost like there was a...Sam's eyes widened and she put the glass aside before she could drop it...'almost like there was a door underneath it.'
With that in mind she reached into a draw and grabbed a knife. Not considering (or caring) about the consequences, she walked over to the corner and placed a delicate hand on the wall. Yes. It definetly dipped in. So, without any second thoughts, she drove the knife into the wall and dragged it down.
After about fifteen minutes of ripping and scraping, Sam stood there, mouth agape, staring at her discovery. A door. A large grey door with a thick handle stood before her. Sam hesitated for a second before gripping the handle and pulling it down. To her very great surprise she heard a click and then the door creaked open. She cringed at the sound, suddenly remembering her sleeping parents, however, they where once again forgotten as she stared down at the dark abyss that ahe presumed was a basement...'wait...a bsement.' With a quick gulp, she started to make her way down the steep steps.
Being a goth you would expect her to rejoice in all this darkness, but this darkness was different. It wasn't sinister or evil, or even scary. No, it was...sad. I was heavy and depressing. It made Sam want to cry. After a while the darkness got a bit to much so, with a shaky hand, she trailed the wall in search of a alight switch. Finally her hand hit a square bump on the wall that she hoped was a working light switch, then, with bated breath, she pressed it. She was once again surprised as the lights came on almost instantly, momentarily obscuring her vision. Sam blinked a few times and waited for her eyes to adjust, however, nothing could have prepared her for what she saw.
It looked like some sort of lab. Thick grey walls covered in shelves of all shapes and sizes, some empty, some holding...'wait...a-are those...weapons?' She took an uncertain step towards the shelves to get a closer look at the strange contraptions, once again thinking back to what Tucker had mumbled. 'Basement. Ok, there's definetly a basement. Come on, what els?' Then it hit her. Hunters. He mumbled something about hunters. So, were the previous occupants of the house hunters of some sort. If so, what did they hunt? Sam continued to glance around the rest of the room. Now that she looked closely she noticed what looked like scorch marks and some strange green stains on the wall and even the floor, yet they all seemed to emanate from one particular area. She followed the marks until her eyes landed on the strangest, most alien thing she had ever seen.
There, on the far side og the lab, was a large, hexagon shaped arch. On closer inspection she noticed it seemed to travel inwards like a hole in the wall, or a cave, or a...
...a portal!
Sam shivered involuntarily at the sight infront of her. However, it wasn't the portal that made a sick, uneasy feeling fall to the pit of her stomach. Oh no. It was what was just outside of the entrance of the portal, mixed in with all the black and green marks. A dark crimson stain. It wouldn't take a detectinve to figure out what it was...blood.
Suddenly, realisation hit her like a ton of bricks. Everything that Tucker had mumbled was coming together like one, gient jigsaw puzzle. A basement; he obviously ment this lab, hunters; these people where obviously hunters of some sort, portal; he must have been referring to this portal, explosion; looking at the scorch marks, this portal must have been in some sort of explosion and ghosts...ghosts..Amity Park...
"AHAH!" Sam practically shouted before clamping her hands over her mouth. "We're in Amity Park, what els would these people have been hunting but...ghosts."
A sudden movement in the corner caught Sam's eye, making the goth turn abruptly on the spot. She stared for a few seconds before letting out a breath she didn't even know she was holding. 'Ok, calm down Manson.' After calming her rapidly beating heart she turned to head back up the stairs, however, as she was about to put her foot on the first step somthing els caught her eye. She glanced over towards the portal once more and stared intently at it. For a split second she could have sworn she saw someone standing there, just outside the entrance of the portal. Shrugging it of as a trick of the light and lack of sleep, she turned off the light and made her way up the stairs, unaware of the glowing, green eyes watching her through the darkness.
Dun Dun DUUUUUUUU!
Urg, it feels like it takes ages to type up a chapter, then when i puplish it, it seems realy short :l I'll try and make them longer.
So, yeah, the Fentons pretty much up and left, leaving their house a mess, yet the lab completely untouched, everything still there...but why? keep reading to find out :D
heh, I'm such a cheesy footloop XD
