ShadowDragon357, yeah. I felt that she felt that guilt, but at the same time Danny could have also said no and then we would have no Danny Phantom. :( As for the getting hurt most females having a close connection with the main character find themselves in danger or pain. Danny would never feel that way if he thought about the fact that Dan pointed out several key issues with her infatuation with himself. Just a replacement. Danny maybe clueless on some things, but he eventually gets it. Hellbreaker, yeah Danny does seem to fear that he would become something like that. In the series I believe he pressed the point home though that he would never become Dan. As for Tucker, no I don't mind the fact that he has flaws. The fact that he fails to learn from them is what makes me dislike him so.
Sam opened her eyes, the light that surrounding her blinding her light deprived vision. Closing her eyes again she sat there, a pain in her body keeping her from getting up to explore her surroundings.
"Don't worry," a voice said, the tone making her skin crawl. That had to Vladmius. She remembered seeing Danny hit Dan before she had felt pain. Was that why she couldn't move? Was she paralyzed? "Why yes, you are. Good to see that you are still smart enough to know what is going on, but that once again is okay as it will not matter in moments." She tried to open her eyes again and this time her vision was less blinded, but she wished she had kept her eyes closed as Vladmius stood over her with a rather nasty looking look on his face, his hands glowing.
"What the fuck do you want to kill me for?" Sam inquired, her voice rising in worry as his glowing hand reached for her leg, the black jeans she was wearing that day getting warmer as his hand grew closer. The warmth turned to the sensation of burning as the male smirked, his teeth glittering in the light from whatever hovered over them. Was she in a surgery room? Thoughts left her as pain entered her left leg, the smell of burning jeans filling the air as well as the smell of burning flesh, but even then she refused to scream and biting her lip held it in.
"I don't just want to kill you," the male whispered almost calmly, save for the little hitch in his voice at the end. "No, I want to torture you for a bit before that." The Goth forced her face to look unfazed, unemotional and she almost failed when he pressed his palm harder on her flesh, the sound of flesh burning mixing with the smell that grew stronger. Tears stung in her eyes, but she forced herself to stay strong. "Ah, so you are as strong in this time as you are in the future. Interesting since you have never gone through something as evil as me," the male hisses as his hand moved up. She forced herself not to wiggle as she continued to look him in the eyes, but just as his hand grew close to her crotch the green glow in his hand disappeared just seconds before his hand found her womanhood through the jeans. She whimpered now as she held back a gag, his eyes blazing white. "Torture also includes rap, Samantha. I never had that fun with you in the future. Your future half is just so hard to beat. I guess with the death of Danny you just grew so heartless in your pursuit to kill me for what I did." Sam refused to ask the question burning on her tongue "I know that you want to know and I will tell you while I take you so hard that you split down the middle and bleed out onto the table, but first lets mar that perfect skin of yours."
Dan flew ahead of Danny, his mind searching for Sam and even though he could feel her he couldn't tell where she was in the vast world that was the Ghost Zone.
"Dan?" the halfa next to him said, his tone questioning and although Dan would love to ignore the male next to him right now, the tone that his younger half was using alerted him to the fact that something was wrong.
"Yes, kid?" he inquired as he continued to fly in the direction she was pulling him in.
"Are you turning invisible for a reason?" That stopped the male in his tracks as he looked down at his body to find that he indeed was disappearing, his feet were anyway. Closing his eyes he forced more energy into his body making his feet come back.
"That would be the man with no future," Dan grunted as he looked up at his younger half. Was that why he couldn't find Sam, why she was weak to his senses, the connection they had? "Brat, do you..." He looked thoughtful as he thought of how to word what he was going to ask of his younger self. He had a link to the female too just like he did, but did Danny ever use it? Did he know he had it? "Gonna sound a little crazy for a moment, but can you feel her?"
"I'm sorry, what?" the white haired halfa inquired. "Can I feel her? Sam?"
"No! The tooth fairy! Fuck! Yeah, Sam!" Dan growled as he smacked his face in irritation. "Can you sense her? You have a connection with her just like I do so you must know what I am taking about!"
"I don't know," the younger male admitted. Dan had to admit that he had thought the teen before him a little clueless, but he had to have felt something. A feeling, a gut instinct in connection to the missing female.
"Okay, have you ever had one of those moments where you can just tell she is in-" he was cut off as Danny suddenly held his head, a whimper escaping his lips. Dan could feel it too, but it wasn't as strong as the one hitting Danny. Just as he thought, his tie with the Goth was fading with his body while Danny's emotions concerning said female were drawing her in. The connection was becoming stronger with her fear and his frustration. "Like that." Danny looked up, his eyes showing confusion so strong as well as pain that Dan was almost afraid it was too much for the teen. "Breath, idiot!" he commanded as he reached over to smack Danny on his back. It seemed to shock the male before him as he let out a long breath.
"What-t the hell?" the halfa gasped out as he held his head, the pain still there, but duller now. Dan frowned.
"You aren't going to like it," he warned. "That pain is from her. You are connected to her." Dan looked back at the way they had been heading. "I need you to think real hard on Sam. You can lead us to her and if that pain is any indication then we need to hurry."
"Danny died so needlessly," the male said, his hand resting on her leg as it began to glow again, but this time the glow was smaller as he resumed the burning of her skin. "If he had just kept his ghost form, but then again he thought you were dead. Ha, stupid kid. I don't hate him for giving up the ghost." A dark chuckle at his own joke followed. "I do love the young body I inherited. All this power with this body. I can rule the world, but no, you just couldn't go away. You just wouldn't give up." He lifted his hand then forming his energy into a blade smirked at her. "I fought you for so long and it seemed the longer I fought with you the stronger you came. It was almost as if I was fighting him all over again, but the bastard was dead so how could he still be there?!" At the rise in his voice he stabbed down, the energy blade sinking into her flesh, the jean fabric around it catching fire as she jerked. She didn't even whimper as her teeth dug into her purple tinted lips, blood oozing from the cut. It dripped down her cheek at the same time as her blood oozed from her leg, the warm liquid crackling as the blade crackled with energy. "That was when I figured that I should come to the past and kill you before you kill me."
"You bastard!" she growled. "You're just a cowardly bastard!" Vladmius looked at her, his blue eyes glowing white at her words.
"Bitch," he hissed as his blade found itself lodged in the table next to her head, the energy frying the hair next to it. She glared at him, the fear gone from her eyes as she thought of Danny. Danny had died in his life time and she had lived. She had been the reason for his death! "It's called being a genius. I didn't cheat at squat. I used my fucking mind to think of a plan to prevent you from harming me! Yeah," he said, his voice sounding a little edgy as he lifted his shirt, the trench-coat on his body shifting to show the dark haired girl the mark on his chest, the hole that adorned hi upper body. Sam gasped. It was in the shape of the DP sign she had made Danny. "This is for Danny!" he mocked. "Stupid fucking bomb! I have to wear this fucking mark on my body for the rest of my life! The acid in that bomb fusing this mark to me, but it was supposed to kill me and I guess I should be thankful it didn't. You failed leaving me free to come back here. Another failure on your head." Sam tried not to reveal the pain those words dealt, but it was obvious she failed as Vladmius smirked even wider as he moved the blade close to her neck, the power still crackling as it warmed her throat, the burning skin smell so close to her nose that she felt the need to puke. She wanted to turn, but then another blade appeared on the other side. "I would love to watch you drown on your own vomit," he said with a smirk as the other blade moved closer to her neck now, the smell becoming stronger. He moved his hand from the blade, the crackling weapon impaled in the table as he moved his hand down her body, the heat from his hand burning her clothing. "Does this make you feel sick? Dirty?" Sam tried to move now only to find cuffs locking her onto the table. This was not happening! Where was Danny? Dan, was he already gone? Her shirt kept burning exposing more of her body, the pale of her skin flushing from the fire on the shirt as his hand moved lower.