Somebody mentioned that the rating is too low because of some of the subject matter. You know, many people dying and stuff. What do you all think?
One last thing before you read on. You thought Sam surviving was a plot twist, wait till you read the major plot twist! I actually didn't know it would be in the story until I typed up this chapter. Anyways, Dream Works chapter 12:
Dream Works
Sam woke up in a dark room, the floor cold and her arms aching as they were held in an upward position by...wait, shackles?
Sam's eyes finally adjusted to the dim lighting and looked around as best as she could only to see she was being held prisoner in what looked like a cage-style jail cell of some kind.
'Where am I?' she thought to herself. It did not register where she was until she over-heard someone say,
"I hate this stupid jail! I've been in here for years because of something I didn't do and when my sentence is finally up and I'm free, a ghost decides to take over and now I'm stuck, along with everyone else, in this torture chamber. Arg!"
Sam looked up, realizing where she was, and saw the man across from her in his own cell sitting on the jail bed with his arms in cuffs and the cuffs attached to shackles but not like hers.
His were just attached to a heavy weight ball, most likely an old canon ball.
Sam found her voice and weakly asked, "Um, sir?"
The man looked up and smiled weakly, noticing she was finally awake.
"Is this really Amity Jail?" The man made a 'tch' sound in response and added,
"This ain't Amity Park anymore. At least that's not what it's called anymore."
He noticed Sam's look, which was a mix between shock and confusion.
"This town's ruled by that filthy king, Lord Plasmius and his idiotic son Lord Phantom."
Sam, out of habit, defended him.
"He's not idiotic!" This caught the man off guard, but he shook it off and laughed a bitter laugh.
"Right, kid. He's not evil and cruel even if it was his fault for killing most of the people of Amity Park and ordering that the survivors be taken as slaves for higher ranking ghosts, attacking half the country randomly just to hone his leadership skills, and finally taking over the world by his 'father's' side. How's that not evil?"
The man noticed the tears streaming down the Goth's face and frowned a bit, realizing he was being a bit hard on her.
"Look kid, I'm sorry but that's the truth." He let out a small laugh, eyes downcast, and added, "I guess being in this jail by yourself for about eleven years kinda makes you go a bit bitter."
Sam looked up with a small understanding smile. "Sir—"
"Please, my name is John."
"Uh, John, Danny used to not be so bad. In fact, he used to fight the bad ghosts and kept the city safe, I just don't understand what happened to him."
Sam sighed and looked down to her feet. Her arms were still aching from being higher than her shoulders, but they were not too high above them to where the circulation would be cut off.
John was curious as to what she meant.
"You mean he used to be good and fought against his present allies? Talk about ironic."
Sam looked up, smiling, causing John to do the same.
"My name is Sam."
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"Lord Plasmius, what should we do with the human, Samantha?" The Fright Knight bowed as he asked his king.
Plasmius laughed darkly and answered, "It's time to get rid of Daniel and we'll do that by using Samantha as bait."
The knight bowed with a grin, though unseen because of his helmet, and turned to leave but paused as his king added, "And don't fail me."
"Yes, my King." And with that, the knight left, leaving Plasmius alone on his balcony.
"Soon, Daniel, you'll be out of the way and I will be able to completely overrun this world, without you meddling with my plans."
The king was unaware of a red-eyed eighteen-year-old halfa, whose eyes were wide with shock, listening in on what his "father" had been saying.
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Danny woke up from his nap and saw through slightly unfocused eyes that the sky was much darker than when he fell asleep, telling him it was late in the evening.
He yawned, stretched, and swung his legs over the side of the bed as he sat up.
His red eyes became downcast as the past events caught up with his troubled mind.
'I can't believe I killed all of those people just to make me stronger both physically and mentally. I killed innocent people. Those that were killed by other ghosts still ended up being my fault because they were killed by my orders.'
'So, Prince Phantom' his conscience mocked, 'why'd you do it?'
Do what? Danny asked his conscience, a bit irritated.
Why'd you kill those innocent people? People that didn't do anything to you and yet you still killed them.
Danny's eyes closed, feeling suddenly tired and weak. He found himself in darkness, not the darkness of sleeping or unconsciousness, but just eyes closed.
"Where am I?"
Danny looked around but could not see more than a few feet in front of him.
He looked down only to see he was human, something he had not seen himself as or been in a few years.
This surprised him a lot.
A figure walked into view, but could not be made out until he came closer, revealed to be Phantom, his ghost half as it had once been.
Wha—how's this possible?
Danny was definitely surprised. How was his form separated? And why were they like they had been only four years ago, with not a hint of evil?
Phantom walked closer, green eyes meeting blue with hints of red.
How? Because you chose to. It's been a while since we've last talked.
But how are we separated? Aren't we one being?
A small smile formed on Phantom's face and he said, We are, but in your mind we are separate because of the black ectoplasm in your blood, in our blood.
Danny was slightly confused.
Black ectoplasm? When did it get into my body?
Phantom looked Danny square in the eye and asked, You remember that weird tasting drink that night of our exile?
Danny frowned and nodded, unsure of where this was going.
Vlad was lying about it being juice from an exotic fruit. I saw him pretend to drink his own as we did.
Why didn't you say or do anything?
Phantom looked away, frowning as he said,
It was too late to do anything. We were in the middle of drinking it and I grew too weak to do anything about it. As our physical forms became one, our minds separated into what you see now, which is why we are unchanged here.
Danny did not know what to say. He trusted Phantom, seeing as how it was just himself but a ghost, but he could feel a force in him that would not allow it and Danny found himself kneeling down on one knee, hands clutching his pained head, and began to feel large waves of pain throughout his body.
Phantom ran to his side but was pushed back by the almost invisible black, misty cloud coming from Danny.
Phantom watched as the pain died down, able to feel a small amount of it too, but not as much as his human half.
Danny became unconscious, which left Phantom by himself.
That was when an idea came to mind.
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Danny's eyes fluttered open, but they were not just red. They had a hint of green in them, not enough to see because his eyes were still red but with a glowing tint of green around the edges.
Phantom was in control.
For the first time in four years, Phantom was able to move and walk freely, and decided to use this short time to his advantage.
He would find Vlad, show Danny how evil Vlad really was, and spoil his plans of world domination.
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Phantom walked casually through the newly built castle like he was Danny.
He physically was, but mentally was not.
Danny, in their mind, was still unconscious but Phantom could feel that Danny would wake up soon and try to take control. It was only natural.
Phantom walked past some ghosts and looked at them, making it look like he didn't care, since Danny never normally did.
The ghosts kept on going, though slightly afraid of the prince, knowing he could annihilate them whenever he wanted, no matter the reason.
Phantom walked around the castle, knowing where almost everything was. Sitting in the corner of Danny's mind had been good in some ways because he could see and feel what Danny did and knew almost everything Danny knew, including most of the layout of the castle.
He looked around, in search of Vlad, but could not find him.
Danny was closer to waking and Phantom didn't have much time.
Then it clicked. He knew where to find him!
What other place would a king be if he wasn't in any other part of the castle?
His bedroom/office, which was Plasmius's in this case.
Phantom smiled using Danny's lips and headed for that room.
Danny stirred awake.
He tried yawning and stretching but found he could not really feel himself do that.
In fact, he had waken up in the same place he had fallen unconscious.
He could feel his body move, but by another's command and he could not find Phantom anywhere.
Phantom! he called out. He felt his body stop and his lips silently cursing choice words, though he himself wasn't.
Uh, yeah? Phantom replied, nowhere to be seen.
Where are you?
Phantom flinched and Danny felt it. He narrowed his eyes and yelled, I want my body back! How dare you take control, without my permission!
Phantom was surprised. To himself he asked, 'He'd let me?'
Phantom had been too shocked to remember to put up the mental block and Danny heard it.
Of course I would. But you didn't ask! I want my body back!
The struggle for control began.
Phantom continued up the stairs to Vlad's room, but each step seemed to be harder and harder to take as Danny slowly began to take control.
Phantom, be fore he lost control said, listen to your father's conversation with the Fright Knight. Tell me how you feel after that.
Phantom was able to keep a small amount of control, just enough to keep Danny listening in on the conversation between Vlad and Fright Knight.
"Lord Plasmius, what should we do with the human, Samantha?" The Fright Knight bowed as he asked his king.
Plasmius laughed darkly and answered, "It's time to get rid of Daniel and we'll do that by using Samantha as bait."
The knight bowed with a grin, though unseen because of his helmet, and turned to leave but paused as his king added, "And don't fail me."
"Yes, my King." And with that, the knight left, leaving Plasmius alone on his balcony.
"Soon, Daniel, you'll be out of the way and I will be able to completely overrun this world, without you meddling with my plans."
Plasmius was unaware that Danny was listening in on their conversation and, though he gained full control by the end of it, he wished he hadn't.
Danny was shocked by what he had heard and didn't want to believe.
Then a thought hit him. Maybe if he denied it, it wouldn't be real, right?
But he frowned as he watched his "father" turn around then his eyes widened in shock and fear as Vlad did a double take.
Vlad did a double take at the door, but found no one there.
Danny panicked and became invisible just as Vlad looked back at the door, swearing he had seen someone. Vlad did not want to risk anyone overhearing his plans who were not supposed to, like Daniel.
But Vlad did not see or sense Daniel and shrugged it off as slight paranoia.
Danny flew back to his room and fell asleep on his bed, trying to erase from his memories what he had seen and heard.
Ok. I made it up to you all by making this chapter 7 pages long on word doc. Sorry for the last chapter being so short, so this chapter is long. I know I said Sam was a plot twist, but Vlad's plan, real plan, is the true plot twist! Thank you everyone for reviewing! Please RxR!
