After the long Absence Nightwing has made her sudden appearance after killing a crap load of purple plants. What do these pants have to deal with the story... well... I should say nothing but they do.
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Your Guardian Angel
Chapter 8:
What A Funny Word...
do you remember?
'cause I remember?
do you remember?
'cause I remember what you said to me
remember like it was just some dream
but I lost my faith
did you lose yours too?
would you bleed for me?
I would bleed for you
"Where are you taking her?" Skulker asked defiantly.
"To her punishment, she defied me once again." Danny scowled.
"Why not be rid of her? Surely her scream would be meaningless in this place, the Geists around here always howl in the night."
"Why not give her a punishment worse than death?" Danny hissed. His eyes narrowed, his free hand glowed as his fingertips seemed to become green needles. Skulker laughed.
"A punishment worse than death? In the Geist Zone? When you die in the Geist Zone you are trapped as neither a ghost or human yet you're still alive. Dead but alive. What is worse than that?"
"I have ways." Danny smiled malevolently and Sam shivered. Remember, Danny had reminded her on several occasions, when I'm a ghost my heart doesn't beat which means that my feelings are induced by memories. "Don't you have watch somewhere?" Danny glared and Skulker disappeared.
Danny pushed her into his room and closed it silently behind him. "I hope you don't mind, I'm exhausted." Danny flopped onto his bed.
"No, not at all!" She had forgotten how many weeks have passed since Danny first brought her to his private room. She laid down beside him, noticing how different it was now than when they were little and falling asleep for a nap. Her breath was caught in her throat and a blush always crept to her cheeks. Danny's warm breath fell on her cold skin.
Moments later his breathing had steadied and Sam couldn't help but look at him. Sleeping like a child, his mother used to say. The way his hand reached up near his face like he was about to suck his thumb, his mouth parted slightly and his hair fell over his face. Sam giggled to herself, letting her thin hand touch his hair. She brushed it away and he only mumbled slightly. She blushed and wondered.
Did he still love her? Was that letter still true? Did he know she loves him? Sam's eyes widened and she withdrew her hand. She loves him? Yes, they're childhood friends and yes, they'd do anything for each other. But love as in love? Sam lay in silence trying to figure out her jumbled thoughts.
She did or rather she does. Sam came to a conclusion only moments later. She loves him. And her fragile hand caressed Danny's cheek. He shivered at the coldness of her hand and she withdrew her hand quickly only to settle it on top of his gloved hand.
"I love you." Sam whispered as she kissed the top of Danny's head. "I love you so much."
"Sam?" Sam froze at Danny's voice. Had he heard? "Sam are you alright? Sam? What's wrong?" Danny's voice was worried. "Is there a ghost in here? I can't sense one, Sam?"
And the tears flowed.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! You shouldn't have heard! Please forgive me!" Sam cried. Danny's eyes widened, Sam would never usually say this… Had this camp weakened her so much? When had she become so fragile?
Danny wrapped his arms around Sam, hugging her tightly as she cried into his chest. "What are you sorry for?" Danny asked quietly but Sam did not reply. "Sam, please stop crying. Sam, please." Sam's sobs continued. "Sam, please stop crying, tell me what's wrong! Sam, I love you." And all fell silent.
Love is funny word… Where had Sam heard that before? Oh yes, her mother when Sam asked if her mother loved her father. Arranged…
Sam fell into tears once again. "I can't believe it. Not love, never love!" She cried out. "How can I be so sure you love me? Mother always said Love is a funny word. She never loved father and father never loved mother! I don't even know if they loved me!" She sobbed and Danny felt his heart breaking. Sam's eyes widened as a flood of thoughts rushed through her. "I don't even know if I love you!" Her eyes were wide with horror at the thought. "What's love, Danny? Tell me what it is because I'm not so sure anymore."
"Love is when you can't bear to be apart." Danny began in a slow quiet voice as he held Sam gently in his arms. "When you can only see their face and no one else's. When your heart hurts when they are sad or pained and you want to do everything in your power to save them. When you tremble being so close," Sam shivered as his warm breath fell upon her neck once more, "because you don't know how they'll react if you suddenly kiss them." Danny kissed the corner of Sam's lip, a sad smile on his face. "I love you Sam, I would die for you."
"Love is such a funny word," Sam giggled softly, wiping the tears away, "you want to stay alive to live with the one you love but you'd gladly die for them. Why is love so contradicting?"
"Because it met you." Danny smiled.
"I love you, you know." Sam gently pressed her cold lips against his.
"I know." Danny replied, deepening the kiss.
Wandering Jews grow near the concentration camps.
The soldiers and innocent know where they are, the trail of purple Wandering Jews grows thicker the closer it gets to the camp.
There is an unexplainable field of Wandering Jews out in the middle of nowhere. A concentration camp should be there but there's none in sight.
Tucker winced as he examined the map he held in his hands. A gun shot wound in his side and shin was keeping him from moving freely. He had been injured for harboring a Jew but not killed. He was still in France but only a little farther and he would test the theory from the word of mouth.
Wandering Jews grow near concentration camps which, in theory, means the largest field of Wandering Jews should lead straight to Sam. But from the stories the largest field led to nothing, just dead land. Tucker frowned at the thought but he knew another theory, one that involved Danny's family.
Sam had often spoken of Danny's parent's obsession and at the very end a ghost portal was built. Could it have been possible to build a portal in the middle of nowhere, even more so to put a camp in the Geist Zone?
The only thing that stuck Tucker odd as he rode with the livestock on a train was that all the Wandering Jews spoken of were purple. Why purple of all colors?
"I don't understand why there are so many doors. Are they supposed to be like stars?" Sam asked one night from within Danny's private room. She watched the many purple doors float in the green sky.
"I don't think so. The doors always lead somewhere, Ghost's homes, the living plane, hell, heaven, salvation, storage rooms, you name it, the door probably leads to it.
"They have to go somewhere, right?"
"What?" Danny nearly cut his finger as he sliced a piece of bread in his distraction.
"The Jews, you can't just die and become trapped here, you have to become something, like a soul and souls can go right through doors, right?" Danny shrugged as Sam's question, handing her the piece of bread.
More time, Tucker thought bitterly, I've always needed more time. Now if I can get this off the train, he slid open the large metal door and watched the world whiz past him
"I said run!" Ember yelled at the girls. Her eyes narrowed as she saw Sam in the throng of weak girls. Ember stomped over and grabbed Sam by the collar of her tattered dress. "Jew, I said run, you may be that bastard's favorite but you're under my time, run or whipped. Your decision." The girls ran.
"What a shame," Ember smiled cruelly, "too slow, ten whips should do it." Sam was panting, her lungs begging for air as her bone thin chest heaved.
"I was the fastest! What do you mean slow?" Sam growled. Ember tsked.
"Another ten then."
"Ten?"
"Shall we make it twenty?"
"You defied an officer… again." Danny frowned as he dressed Sam's wounds that night. "I want to congratulate you on your courage but at the same time I want you to shy away from that, the longer you live, the better. We need time Sam and time has never been on our side so do you best to survive."
"But there are others!" Sam cried out. "There are others out there! So many of them die each day! How many times have I been taken off that list to be killed? I'm the last of my number still living. They're at the ten thousands now and if you look at those innocent!" Her voice cracked. "Why do I have to live while the others die?"
"Know these things," Danny said gently as he cradled her in his arms, careful of her wounded back, "know the Geist Zone was designed for the Jews Vlad hates the most, the wealthiest, the most powerful, the most stubborn, and even the most loved. He hates you most of all because you are all these things. He sent you here to be killed not to be punished and I've kept you away from death. I love you and I would do anything to keep you alive…"
"So I can't exactly knock on the door. Eh he…" Tucker sweat-dropped as a ghost appeared from thin air in the purple fields of Wandering Jews. A ghostly head peeked out from a small green hole, looking around cautiously until its eyes fell on Tucker. The head disappeared in a flash and Tucker cried out in surprise as a cold hand covered his mouth.
Suspense! Have you ever said you loved someone so freely but later on taken it back because the more you thought of it the more unsure you were... or maybe that's only just me...
So google: Wandering Jews purple plants. They're true and they NEVER stop growing.
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Adieu
Nightwing
