Sam stepped off the bus hours later, her destination just about an hours drive from the Fentons and her own former home. She couldn't go back there, not with her father lurking around. He might think that if she didn't go to the Fentons that she would return to familiar ground and while that might have been a second choice if need be, she didn't want to step foot in that place unless she really had to. Then again, she wasn't sure what had happened to that house now that her mother had been killed and the blond had abandoned it. It would save her money, but she really doubted that she could live in the home without electricity or water. Sighing she walked down the street, unaware of anyone around her as she glanced around for a place to stay. This place was unfamiliar to her and while she could see that there were plenty of apartments and even some homes, there was little else save for stores.
Had she made a mistake in coming here instead of just going back to Amity where she knew more of her surroundings? While she hadn't been let out of the house she had still been able to view it from a few windows when her parents had been gone. The servants hadn't really worked hard to keep her from seeing the outside world, though they had never let her outside except in the backyard where she couldn't escape. After walking for a long while, the sun already setting overhead, she finally found a small motel and while it looked a bit run down there seemed to be no shady characters hanging out in the shadows. Touching her sunglasses she entered the lobby of the motel, an older male sitting behind the counter. He had his head down, his balding head exposed as he puffed away on a cigarette, the smoke flying back into his face from the position he was in. Moving to slowly stand about a foot or so from the counter she waited, the male either unaware of her being there or ignoring her and after all that she had dealt with in the last year, doing what another wanted when she was clearly disgusted and upset with said actions, she slammed her booted foot into the front of the counter. The male jumped, his brown hair shifting slightly as his matching eyes glared back at her.
"I want a room," she said, forcing herself to remain stern when her gut rolled at the flash of his brown orbs. "And I am sure as fuck that you need what income I have to keep this place afloat." She knew that after watching how her parents spoke to others that this was the only way that this male before her would do what she said. He seemed to feel that she was nothing and while she was sure it wasn't because of the way she was dressed, but what was under the clothing, she cared little for men at this point. Save for one and she couldn't go to him yet. He grumbled something under his breath but grabbed a key before slamming it on the counter.
"$45 a night." She pointed to the sign below him, the words on it reflecting that there was a price break for one week in the place. Nodding at her silent request he waited for her to dig out the money for the week. As he counted it she grabbed the key and headed off to find her temporary room for the week. It didn't take long to find the room and while she was a little upset with the couple that were in the room next to her, their voices raised in a heated argument, she could deal with that as long as they kept away from her. Unlocking the door she looked around the small space, a single bed by the wall with a bathroom on the other side of it with a small tv on a stand on the wall across from bed. Sighing she found that there was a small table with a single chair placed before it and with a bit of work she used the chair to secure the door. Even with the fact that the door locked and there was a chain, the Goth still felt insecure, worried that the man that ran the place would try and get in while she were sleeping. A yawn broke thru at that thought and laying down on the bed Sam found sleep rather easy, though it wasn't as restful as she would have liked.
Danny yawned at the sun fell behind the horizon, his blue eyes looking rather red from all the time spent in front of the computer. While he still went to school, the halfa had spent the rest of the time behind his computer, going over the evidence and the words from all parties involved. It seemed that the police had begun to question a man on the dark web, the same man that had sold the wealthy blond the island where he was planning to keep the raven haired female. Danny was happy that while all that had gone down was horrible, that the house had not been complete for him to take her there. They would never had found her, and if they had it would already be too late. The small teen an adult that had lived in captivity... raped and used to birth children for the man who had been her father. No, she would have broken down, would have given up as he continued to use her! She was a strong female, her having already gone thru so much before he had saved her and now, now she had gone thru worse than that and she had managed to escape. While the news and his parents were unsure, the halfa was more than certain that the Goth he had known for only a few days, was a fighter and would be okay.
She could survive this. An alert beeped on his phone, so turning his eyes from the screen on his desk to the one in his hand he clicked on the alert, an alert on the case of the missing teen.
The police have now arrested a man known only as, Chernobog, in regards to the missing teen. He is has not admitted to selling a piece of property that Jeremy Manson, the teen's father, was intending to use as a prison for his only child. There is documents that prove otherwise, but at this time they are looking over those documents for the whereabouts of the island and the structure the wealthy male built on it. We will release that information as soon as it becomes available to us. Mr. Manson has of course denied these allegations, though he has admitted to a few vulgar acts against his daughter.
Blue eyes flashed to green at the fact that they was no information on the missing girl, the victim that was out on her own and as far as he knew without money. He needed to find her and while he would have to wait until after school tomorrow for that chance, he also knew that he would need more help in finding her. Suddenly he stiffened, the thought of what he could do never even occurring to him until this second. He smacked his face at his stupidity. The damned map that he had used to locate the blond male. While the Infi-map was only for use in the Ghost Zone, it could still take you to a natural portal that would bring you the closest to your target. Another yawn escaped his mouth. He would love to go and get it now, to get to Sam sooner, but he knew that he needed his sleep. His powers would be shit if he didn't sleep. Turning off his laptop and crawling into bed he passed out.
Sam struggled to awaken, her eyes opening slowly, as if there were weights on her eyes. Groaning she turned over to find herself back in that house. Whimpering she looked down, her body naked and covered in marks, made by the mouth and nails of her captor while other marks were from the whip he used when he was in a mood. Grasping the sheet that lay in her lap she covered up just as the sound of his footsteps echoed in the hallway beyond her doorway. She felt a shudder go up her spine as she moved further back on the bed, the will to not run to the corner overrode by her promise, the promise that protected those that she cared about and one that she loved... "Love?" she whispered to the empty room just before her father appeared in the doorway. He wasn't alone. No, flung over his shoulder was a dark haired male. "No!" she cried, flinging herself forward even as she clung to her sheet. "I did what you asked! I-I didn't fight you!"
The male just smirked before saying, "I lied. He won't give up on finding you so I brought him to your side for one last goodbye." Tossing the teen on the ground he turned to her again. "Won't he love to enjoy a show before he dies?" She blanched at what he was implying. "And like always you will lay there, acting like such a good girl so he dies thinking that you lied to him. That you really enjoyed all the things I did you before and couldn't wait until we could go further." Her stomach rolled, watching in silence as he pulled out a needle and injecting the halfa with something he began to tie him up with a rope. After tying the male up he put duct tape over his mouth before dropping the limp male back onto the ground. Leaving he promised that he would be back soon.
Sam was torn. She wanted to go to his side, but another part of her was hoping that if she didn't act so upset that he would allow the halfa to leave. She knew that it wouldn't matter, that he would kill the raven haired teen to destroy her hope, her spirit dying with it so she really didn't react to his attentions. Pulling the sheet tighter she rushed to his side, her small hands grasping his shoulders to turn him over with his head in her lap. "Danny," she whispered, begging for the young male to open his eyes. Jeremy didn't know that the male was a half ghost, an advantage for Danny since he could at least escape before the blond came back. The halfa groaned as his eyes opened...
Danny found his vison clearing, the black blob now coming into focus, his eyes widening as he took in the pale face of the missing Goth! He tried to move, but found his arms bound, the look on her eyes full of sadness as she shook her head. "Danny, you have to go!" she whispered. He shook his head and while she wanted to take the gag off she knew that it would only make it worse for both of them. "He want to kill you!"
"Mmph mm mph mmph," he said, the words clear.
"You need to go and get help, the police or something." Neither noticed the sound of footsteps on the plush carpet, both concentrating on each other when they should have been listening for the monster that was coming.
"Ah, but that's too late," the blond stated as his shadow fell across them. Danny tensed, but his body wouldn't listen and he realized that he was paralyzed. Sam must have realized it at that same time because she moved back, dragging him with her. "He won't be doing anything for hours and by the time he can move he will be dead." His dark chuckle was the bell, the signal for his brand of fun to begin. Blue eyes widened as Sam was yanked out from under him, her cry the first of many as the halfa was forced to watch the male brutalize the small female. The blood that was spilt as she screamed now, her voice hoarse as she lay there. He could see that she was trying to halt her screams, but he was just so brutal in his actions. Danny felt his power surge, but only for a moment as whatever he had been shot with refused to allow him that...
Danny sat up in his bed, sweat streaming down his face, his eyes green. What the hell had he just seen? It couldn't be what was happening now because the bastard was in jail and Sam was missing! "Damn," he hissed, his eyes closing as he tried to quell the anger that still burned in his chest. He was seeing something and while it might just be his own fears fueling the nightmare, he felt it was a memory of the raven haired female... a distorted memory, but a memory none the less. Or was he seeing her nightmare? His blue eyes opened at that thought, but blew it off. How could he do that? Noting that the clock showed that it was just after two in the morning, the halfa lay back down and found sleep seconds later.
Sam mumbled something in her sleep as she continued to dream, fear making her break out in a sweat, but before she could finish the nightmare a loud 'thump' startled her awake. Her first thought was that sound was from the door, and rushing to stop before the object she jumped, the door rattling and the chair shaking. Not knowing who it was she lowed her tone, warning clear in her tone, she yelled out, "Get the fuck away from the door!" Another thump. "I will call the police!"
"There's no phone in there," a male voice rasped. Ah, so she had been right about the man behind the desk.
"I have my cell phone," was her response. He said nothing at first and so she said, "The phone is ringing." Still nothing, so waiting a few seconds she began to act like she was on the phone with a police operator. Giving them the address first, which still gave no indication of what the male on the other side of the door was thinking, but as he had not struck the door again she assumed he was waiting. She now gave out his description and his job title and he took the bait.
"Fine," he spat, though he grumbled something vulgar under his breath, and walked away. Breathing a sigh of relief she realized that she would need to leave before the end of the week, though she couldn't get the money back from him and she would need those funds. Glancing at the clock and noting that it was almost three in the morning, the raven haired teen turned on the TV, sure that she would need to be wary of the nighttime with what had just happened. Yawning she sat in the bed, her back resting against the pillow while her head rested against the wall. How long would she have to wait before she was truly free?
Just as she was dozing off a few minutes later a woman on the screen caught her attention. Her purple eyes wide, her red hair short, some of it held back with her red tinted goggles. "Maddie!" Reaching for the remote she turned it up to see why the ghost fighter was on the television.
"Sam, he's been arrested and houses have been cleared. Please come home," the red head stated, moving to hold up a piece of paper. "We're your foster parents." Jack appeared at her side, his smile so bright.
She was safe? It had been a long time since she had felt this elation, this burden lifted off of her... the fear that had kept her at such a standstill for so long. Then it hit her that they had to know what happened, right? They would have kept up with the search for her, if there was such a search... It was as if the Fates had decided that it would be that easy as her answer was given when the reporter was now before the camera.
"After a year long search for the teen that went missing, all the criminals in this case have been thrown behind bars. This goes from just a person on the streets but to the very people sworn to protect as a DHS worker and several boys in blue are in jail on charges for acts against a minor. This is Rita Marga, back to you."
She really was free, but now she had to find a way back to Amity and with just two hundred and fifty dollars left that either meant another bus or she was going to have to call a cab and without phone she had no way to do the second option. Exiting the room she left the key peeking out from the bottom of the door. She crept along the walkway, her eyes on the building far in the distance.