A/N: Well! I finished the basic parts of my history project so I can up-date! WOOT! But as for my question: The first person to get one person right was Insubordinance (who said Sam was the second name). The first person to get both names was none other than Egyptian Ghost Kitty (Who said first name was Tucker and second was Sam)! YAY YOU! Anywho, both got accounts and both got incredible stories/one-shots! I need candy...

Who's Not Letting the Ghouls Out?

Chapter Twenty-One

"Tuck!" a voice shouted to Danny's nearly dead surprise. He couldn't move, could only try to suck in breath but finding that he couldn't. He felt his diaphragm extend over and over again but to no avail on getting air. He felt his chest rise and fall with quick procession, but he still couldn't breathe. All he was aware of was the fact his life was fading and fast as he felt his blood spill from his neck where his throat had been punctured.

Gotta...

Stay awake...

His eyes began to fall as shadows and echoes danced in his mind.

Gotta stay...awake...

I was frozen in terror at the sight I'd seen before me the minute I look inside that door. Danny looked pained: teeth clenched and bared, eyes almost shut because of the pressure on his throat. I had to resist the urge to scream and keep screaming until I couldn't scream anymore. So instead I called for Tucker. I don't know why, but once the triplets saw that I was going to fight back, they just ran away: all three of them.

Tucker, well, he was having a bit of trouble with the bots and the F-Tucker. The F-Tucker just wouldn't give up! He'd just stitch himself back together again and be right back up on his feet ready for another battle! Finally, after what seemed one rousing battle, F-Tucker and the two other bots had taken their leave, and into the shadows they'd gone. It was pretty feirce, my knees still felt weak and my arm still felt like a dozen needles and punctured my shoulder. The Triplets had worked together to try and get me to listen to what they were saying, and boy did they make me listen!

Listen to the crack of my shoulder as they twisted my arm back! I think they're just out to get us: working on what the Fright Knight said, which was to kill us. And they were killing us by using what we both hated and feared. Pain, the darkness, blindness, insanity and perversion. They used all, those darn Triplets did. And I could hear, above my screams of terror, F-Tucker telling the real Tuck how he was going to die. But Tucker kept diving and fighting back. I think the teen's braver than we give him credit for. But me, I was ready to collapse. Only until the Triplets finally take their leave did I feel like I shouldn't have even thought of giving up.

But here I was again, ready to just throw it all away because of this one scene before me. "Tucker!" I screamed again, but charged forward. I should have grabbed something to use as a weapon, but instead I used sheer force before Tucker even took a look into the room.

I was already attacking the stupid zombie-bot. Only when I had him in a headlock did I notice the green grime wetting my arm and the nauseating smell poisoning my mind. But I had nothing else to throw-up in my stomach. I'd seen all that I could see and this was nothing compared to it.

"Sam!" I heard Tucker's voice shout. I was hanging on tight to the zombie-bot's neck, just waiting for something to happen: like his head popping off to him fighting back. But nothing, the bot wouldn't let go of Danny: keeping him pinned to the wall. His head didn't pop off either. The bot only tried to pry my arm from around his throat.

Then I noticed the pencil stuck into it's head and the maggots falling into my hair from his head. I scream, completely disgusted but not intimidated. Anybody would have thought I was just roaring because of Danny. I could see the blood from his throat. I wasn't sure if he was dead or not, but judging from the fact he looked so weak and practically motionless form, he was close to it.

No, I couldn't think like that. Then I saw Tucker's figure come around towards me and beginning to try and pry the hand loose from around Danny's throat. He knew I didn't want his help with the bot, I just wanted Danny safe.

"Let go of him!" I shouted, beginning to get desperate and basically uncontrollable. I didn't even know what I was thinking right then, I just decided to go Mike Tyson on the guy. I didn't care if he smelled like something out of the sewers. I didn't care if he looked particularly disgusting and stomach-tightening.. And I seriously did not care if he got hurt or not!

So I used feral instincts. And what my instincts were telling me was: bite and claw and kick and stab. I couldn't claw because my hands were full. I could kick, but I was afraid I might cause more damage to Danny if I made the bot fall or something. He was already hurt. I didn't have anything to stab him with either, so I did what I had left: bite. And the first thing I had in sight was his ear. Well, you could sort of guess what happened then.

"Ooragh!" the zombie hissed, sounding like a deranged animal. The ear came clean off as my teeth encircled it. And boy, was it the most horrible thing I'd ever tasted. I don't know what meat tastes like, but if it tastes like this, I'm glad I'm recyclo-vegetarian. The minute the object fell into my mouth, I spit it straight out.

I was well aware of the green slime and blood spurting from the side of the bot's head, and the green liquid spewed all over my lips. I spit again, trying to rid my mouth of the taste. Then the bot finally let go of Danny. Tucker kept his friend up, but unable to keep Danny up, fell down to his knees. Danny collapsed like a ragdoll without the hands of a child. I fell backwards onto the floor as the zombie turned on me.

No way was I letting that thing get me now that I risked the life of my taste buds to kick his butt! Now back to normal reflexes and control, I kicked out with my feet, so one leg would be between the bot's and then used a scissors like move, bringing my legs together and then turning onto my side. The bot didn't see it coming and toppled over, knocking it's head on the desk. And there it went, flying through the air. Green slime spilled over the floor as it spurted from both parts of the neck. The desk papers and the desk itself was spewed over with greenish, foul-smelling blood.

But at least the bot was quiet. I started to my feet and rushed towards my two friends. "He's not..." I gulped, seeing Tucker's grave expression. Danny was just lying there, on his lap. He looked relieved and yet...pained all at the same time. His eyes were closed, and his mouth was open a crack. The blood, I saw, was coming from the place I'd expected: a puncture on the front of his neck. But it'd stopped bleeding already: Tucker had tried to wipe some of the blood away so as to try to see the wound more clearly, I guess. "Dead?" I completed after awhile.

"It only puncture his wind pipe, he should be okay," Tucker said. "But we gotta clean the wound else it may get worst than it looks." He took a look around. "Doubt there's anything that can help us here, we may have to go to the Nurse's Office."

He was dead serious: not something that was him when it came to, as he'd said, 'Nurse's Offices, Doctor's Offices, and hospitals, anywhere with sharp pointy things and the smell of sick people.' I nodded.

"It's only a few halls away on the other side of the school. We should get there in no time if there aren't any interruptions," I agreed. I tried to keep the anxiety from showing in my voice, but I think I failed. Miserably.

Tucker looked at me.

"Help me pick him up, let's hurry."

I didn't like the way he said that...

E/ND: Yes, I just love hurting Danny! But I love him just the same -huggles-
Danny: Ugh! Get offa me! It's bad enough you tried to kill me!
me: that was an accident! The shovel was just calling my name!
Danny: and that's why I hit you with a shovel and a pan every time you squeal over something. Now get off!

--Airamé Phantom