JJ Let me just start by saying, I am so so so so sorry. I have been at camp, where we were able to bring, exactly zero technology allowed, so I couldn't write. But, I'm back now, and, God willing, I'll have an unlimited burst of inspiration so that I'll be able to finish this story and the sequels, yes, I said sequels (a series of one-shots and a story that will focus on Lizzie and Grayson as teenagers). But anyway, I'm sorry again, here's a new chapter. Enjoy.
Chapter 28:
Sam POV-
Mr. and Mrs. Fenton stared at me, wide eyed, with their jaws practically touching the floor.
Mrs. Fenton opened her mouth like she wanted to question me, but no words came.
So, I answered for them, "Well, obviously, Lizzie and Grayson have Danny's DNA, but, while I was pregnant with them, I shared their blood, which, probably, would not have actually affected me, if I hadn't had the experience that I did before I went into labor."
Mrs. Fenton nodded slowly, understanding.
"So what is the plan?" she asked, finally. It seemed weird, them asking us for the plan, but, I guess they understood that, we, Danny especially, had much more experience in this area. Mr. Fenton hadn't spoken since the news about Vlad had been revealed; my guess would be that he was still in shock, or pain, from the betrayal of his best friend.
Which, obviously, I understood, but, at the moment, I didn't have time to empathize.
"Well, obviously, by now, he knows that we know he kidnapped our babies, so the element of surprise is completely out of the question," Danny started.
"Not completely," I interjected. Danny looked at me quizzically.
"What do you mean?" he asked me.
"Vlad doesn't know about me," I smirked. It's why I had walked in the room on that night he was trying to kidnap our babies. As much as I wanted to phase into the room and snatch my children away from him, I knew it was more important to keep Vlad in the dark about some things. So, with every ounce of willpower I had, I walked in, effectively keeping my ghost powers away from Vlad.
"What do you have in mind?" Danny asked, knowing that I had an idea brewing.
"You go and confront him, while I secretly get the babies out," I informed him. Danny mulled this over briefly.
"Okay, that makes sense. Should I call Tucker?" he wondered. I nodded.
"Probably. It's better to have as much backup as we possibly can, if this happens to backfire," I replied. Even though I said "if" I had the growing suspicion that "when" would have been the more appropriate term. I knew there were many flaws in this plan, and, even considering our element of surprise, I figured that this would turn into a difficult situation regardless. It always has before.
I looked to Danny's, silently questioning them about their involvement in our scheme.
Without even a second of hesitation, it was Mr. Fenton who spoke up, his face now set with firm determination.
"What can we do?"
…
Less than thirty minutes later, because we didn't have much time to waste, we were on a mission.
In the back of my mind, I knew Vlad wouldn't hurt our children, at least, not without us being directly in front of them, watching it happen. Also, if he actually intended to raise them as his own children, it would be pointless to harm them, but, the fear was still there.
Danny and I flew to Vlad's mansion, on the tallest hill, looking down over the rest of Amity Park, while, below, in the Fenton RV, Danny's parents, Tucker, and Jazz barreled through traffic, running the smaller vehicles off of the road and onto the shoulder on either side.
Maybe it was a little bold, going at Vlad like this, but seriously, what else can we do?
Hovering above the mansion, Danny and I exchanged a nod. That nod conveyed everything we wanted to say, but didn't have time to. It said "Be careful," "We'll get them back," and "I love you," all at the same time. I took a deep breath, turning invisible and going around the opposite side of the house, while the rest of our group took the frontal attack: the diversion.
Now, it hung completely on my shoulders to find them and get them out safely.
But I didn't feel the pressure. Instead, I felt the necessity of finding them.
I phased through the back wall, entering into a long hallway that connected the separate wings of the house, lined with pictures of Vlad, whose eyes seemed to follow you, and, knowing Vlad, I wouldn't put it passed him either. For that reason, I remained invisible.
'Where are you?' I thought, desperately, wondering where my babies were. I heard a muffled cry, which I immediately recognized as Lizzie's. But I couldn't discern where it was coming from.
I floated a little more down the hallway, the cries becoming only slightly louder. I pressed my ear up against the wall, and, instantly, realized that somewhere within the walls was the source of the cry. I inhaled a sharp breath, not knowing what to expect. For all I knew, my babies could be in the wall, sealed between layers of drywall and plaster.
I passed through where the sound was coming from.
Thankfully, they were not in a wall, but rather, where I had passed through, lead to a secret passageway, another hallway, a darker, windowless hallway, with closed doors on either side. Now the cries were piercing and, exceptionally loud, borderline ghostly wail loud (which, I suspected is where her already developed vocal cords came from).
At the end of the hall, the door was cracked only slightly. I phased my head through, still invisible, taking in the room in front of me. It was clearly intended to resemble a nursery, although prison is probably the more accurate term.
Near the ceiling, were two small windows, only about a foot long and about six inches wide, both of which, had bars placed over them, which glowed with green energy, which, it didn't take long to figure out, was some sort of ghost shield.
The room was painted half pink and half blue, both of which were the extremely stereotypical baby colors and contrasted highly with the dark atmosphere of the room, with, ridiculously expensive-looking cribs on either side.
The floor was gray cement, with no toys or anything designed to stimulate a baby, and would be extremely unforgiving, if Vlad was to drop one of them.
On the pink side, Lizzie continued to wail. And, seconds later I realized why, over her, stood one of Vlad's Maddie holograms. The hologram, while obviously unable to feel emotion or pick my daughter up to comfort her in anyway, stood over her, repeating the same robotic lullaby.
I looked over to Grayson, concerned about his quieter response to the situation.
He was okay, but his blue eyes scanned the room, almost like he was taking it in, with the same look on his face that Danny gets when he is making a plan, I edged a little farther into the room. Grayson's eyes locked onto where I stood, invisibly, and, although I'm practically positive that he couldn't see me, he held his gaze fixed to my position.
With one well-placed ghost ray to the Maddie imposter's back, she dissolved, her lullaby scratching like a broken record.
I became visible, floating over to my inconsolable daughter's bed first.
"Shh, shh, shh," I cooed, "It's okay, mommy's here."
She blinked, and the crying trailed off as she turned her periwinkle gaze to me. I sighed, relieved, and gently, scooped her into my arms, then going to pick up Grayson.
With a baby under each arm, I turned to float out and get as far away with my children as I possibly could.
Of course, I didn't get the chance.
I must have tripped some kind of heat sensor when I removed the babies from the beds because alarms began to sound, and four, ghost proof grates fell down on all sides of the room and one slid over the ceiling. That left one direction for me to go: down, directly where the rest of our rescue party was battling it out.
This meant that my children and I would have to face down their captor before I could get them out.
