Hellbreaker, I had forgotten that character in Mortal Kombat.
sammansonrepilica, they won't get white picket fences, green with goo maybe, but never white especially with Sam's dislike for most bright coloring.
Sam rushed at the ghost holding onto the halfa, his white boots held together with the white hair of the enemy ghost. As the male chuckled Sam threw a blast catching him off guard as She sliced at his hair now, the blast cutting the locks and letting the halfa fall a bit.
As Danny righted himself Sam went after the other ghosts, her fists glowing with ecto energy and she punched and kicked her way around the ghostly male. Within seconds of her starting the fight Danny joined in. As the pair fought the male back, his power little in comparison to the pissed off Goth woman and the trained halfa. It didn't take too long for him to retreat leaving them to their own devices moments later.
"That wasn't serious," the white haired female stated as she looked to the halfa next to her. "He will be back though and you need to know a little more about him." This Sam was so different, Danny could see his friend in there and yet at the same time couldn't see her in there. She was so confident and as confident as his friend had seemed at times she was never this full of herself. "His name is Beeld. He was a soldier in his last life, but he was a traitor. He was always willing to betray others..." she faded off as she sighed. "At the right price. A sad life, but he finds it fulfilling."
"Who does he work for?" She shook her head at his question. "You don't know?"
"No, I have never seen nor heard of the man who rules them all, but I do know that it is a man and he is really ruthless. He wanted me to be tortured for eternity, but as I was only human I couldn't last that long." She shook her head again as a pain entered her skull. It was the same pain she experienced whenever she tried to remember her life, the one she was sure was forgotten.
"Are you okay?" he inquired as he reached out for her. She swatted his hand away, a sure sign of the Goth as she hated people checking up on her.
"I'm fine." She de-transformed and Danny nearly fainted in shock. The woman before him was definitely Sam, but she looked so... grown up and wearing his mother's jumpsuit just made his imagination work overtime at what was under the uniform.
"Wh-"
"Your mother. She felt that the clothing I was wearing was too much prison and not enough freedom..." she paused. "After your father and she convinced me to return to my human appearance."
"She did your hair too." That was not a statement and the woman before him knew that as she didn't respond. "So, you have no idea why they had you or when you were taken, but you do remember being in the lab with the portal and the moment you became more than a human." Another statement or more of a reiteration on the fact. "Sa- Phantom, do you not want to know your real life?"
"No matter who I am all of this is real." She started walking back toward the city, though he could tell that she really had no idea of where she was going. "The truth of the matter is that I could care less about what my life previous to is because for me to forget it so easily means that I had didn't want to be in it, right?" Danny couldn't answer that one because he believed that she had a good life. Sure, her parents could be real asshats, but who was to say that other parts of her life were all that bad?
ve no idea why they had you or when you were taken, but you do remember being in the lab with the portal and the moment you became more than a human." Another statement or more of a reiteration on the fact. "Sa- Phantom, do you not want to know your real life?"
"No matter who I am all of this is real." She started walking back toward the city, though he could tell that she really had no idea of where she was going. "The truth of the matter is that I could care less about what my life previous to is because for me to forget it so easily means that I had didn't want to be in it, right?" Danny couldn't answer that one because he believed that she had a good life. Sure, her parents could be real asshats, but who was to say that other parts of her life were all that bad? "I don't even know what was bad or good about my life, but I do remember one thing. Phantom. That was the one thing, well, that and a pair of ice blue eyes."
She stopped at this looking into his own green eyes and that was the moment that the halfa decided to change back so she could see his own blue eyes. It was as if she were waiting for that. "Like yours. I can see those eyes, saw them every night while in that nightmare of a prison. I saw those eyes and the name Phantom popped into my mind. That is who you are?" He nodded in response. "Then you do know me, but who am I?"
"Your name is Sam, Samantha, Manson." She looked thoughtful before turning and beginning to walk again.
"How long have you known me?" When he gave her the answer she requested the Goth inquired more and more, most of the information connecting together like pieces to a puzzle while others didn't seem to have a match. "This all seems to tie together and yet it seems like I am looking into someone else's life, not my own." It didn't take long with all that talk to get back to the city. Danny was sure she would want to meet her parents, but she didn't ask as they entered his parent's home. The halfa had stayed in his parent's home so he could continue to go freely between the ghost and human world, but now that Sam was back what did he do? They were long past the years of living at home and he had saved up money from his own pay in helping keep the city clear of ghosts.
Having his parents as his boss as well had it's benefits. Sam stopped in the threshold, her amethyst gaze narrowed as she looked around. You could see in her eyes that she was analyzing the area. It was as if she were seeing it for the first time as she looked around and yet as she closed her eyes and took a step forward Danny realized she was testing her memories, the ones that were still there, just missing from her main memory.
He watched, his parents joining moments later as the Goth began her trek. She turned just before the stairs and walked through the living room, her pace not slow, but not fast either as she made her way effortlessly into the kitchen and back again where she opened her eyes to see her audience.
"I do know this place, but I know this is not my main home." It was as if she wasn't claiming her own house as a home, like she knew what it was like there though she claimed to have little to no knowledge of her life before the Ghost Zone held her. "May I stay here?" she questioned. Maddie and Jack nodded, their eyes turning to their son who seemed to be still in shock, but managed to nod as soon as he noticed that he was being stared at. "Thank you." She walked off, heading to one room in particular, one that she remembered sleeping in without really remembering it.
The next few days were quiet, though Sam was alert and informed the other ghost hunters that they should be as well since Beeld was one of the higher ghosts that worked for the lord of the Ghost Zone. Danny had been sure she was talking about Pariah, but once again she informed him she didn't know or had ever seen the man in charge. She just knew that he was the one commanding her and his death. As the hours and days passed Danny noticed that Sam still didn't seem too keen on going over to her parent's home and quite frankly the halfa thought she really needed to.
"Sam, you need to see your parents," he stated out of the blue one day, the morning having passed with sparring in the lab as his parents headed out for another small ghost convention. As the years had gone on more of the conventions had happened since more and more people wanted to meet the Fentons. Sometimes Danny went with them, but this was one of those times he said no and his parents understood. The Goth in question said nothing as she finished her salad. "They miss you." Though Sam had admitted to some memories resurfacing in the last few days when she spoke next he realized that she remembered something important.
"No. They may have lost an heiress, but they didn't care about a missing daughter." It was a statement that Danny could imagine the old Sam saying and at the same time the tone she used wasn't one of hurt or anger, no, it was little more than a statement and nothing more. "My parents stopped caring a long time ago, hell, the last thing I remember talking to them about was the fact that they had been trying to have another child." She looked to him now as she stood, her dirty bowl in her hands. "Did they ever succeed?"
"No, they never had another child."
"Surprise." It was so odd to see the Goth so cold, so emotionless and yet even though she didn't remember much he could see the emotions that swirled in her amethyst orbs every so often, but this time it was different. She was indifferent to her parents.
"Sam, they just wanted you to be someone you weren't. They still care." She let out a dry chuckle, one that started out like that before she let out a louder more full laugh. "What's so funny?" He didn't think any of it was funny, not her situation and not the fact that her parents were worried about her.
"Didn't I ever tell you what they told me one year?" It was so strange that she was remembering all the bad things, nothing good about her home life. "They told me that they had hopped for a boy." Another dry chuckle. "My name was already planned. Samuel Isaac Manson." This time she turned away from him. "When they found out, after the birth of course, that I was a girl they were pissed. Sure, a daughter was still an heir, just not what they wanted because once I marry if I take my husband's last name then the line is over."
"They didn't mean that."
"Danny, they never told me this after any fights, no, they told me this one night after I had woken up from a dream. They just walked into my room and said that they would tell me a story to get me to sleep. I had never gotten any real fairy tales from them, just that one and it was the one that stuck with me." She looked at me now, a smirk on her lips, one that seemed more sarcastic. "Once upon a time a couple wished for a child, a son to continue on the family name and guess what they were told they would have a child. In preparation for this blessed child they had their world turned around, redone to bring this child joy. They were given a child alright. A daughter. Someone who would help pass on another family's name, never her own and that was the death of her last name. The end." The halfa sat there in shock as Sam turned and headed out of the room, leaving Danny in shock.
"Damn!"