-- Author's Note -- Greetings all! Sorry it took me so long to get this up, but I've been busy trying to stay on top of school work. I thank you all so much for waiting, and I have tried to make this chapter extra good because of that! Now I have to thank the few of you who last chapter posted that you were in no way offended by things going on in the chapter. I will admit that maybe that was a bit much, however if I didn't say anything some crazy person would get all upset and I'd be getting hate e-mails and all that other stuff that I don't want to deal with right now. So those of you who weren't offended, thank you for being so open minded, a lot of the people I use to go to school with were very offended when I wrote a paper about my favorite place and why (Magus). I got rude comments for like a week after that, but it's not a big deal. So again, thank you. And yes, my sad little cameo appearance. Look, I needed another character fast and I didn't want to come up with some random new person who you probably will see again. Come on, it was funny, right? And yes, I do own an outfit just like that. Haha. In fact I wore it to school on Wednesday. All right, now before we get started, this chapter is in Sam's POV. Yey! There are lots of voices in Sam's head during this chapter and it slightly takes after the idea of Raven from Teen Titans. Think of 'Nevermore.' The main voice that came up last time is the key one, so none of the other voices are italicized because I don't want you to confuse them, and because they're not as important. They are important because they are apart of Sam, but just not the main focus here people. Okay, enough ranting and raving. If you enjoy the chapter, please review! If you hate the chapter, please review!

Chapter 10 Facing the Facts

The sky was dark and Sam sat staring out her window. Her homework was finished and tucked away in her backpack. The house was quiet. Her parents had gone out a few hours ago to some party.

"I should have gone out patrolling. What a waste of an afternoon." Sam sighed as she got up to open the window.

Time is always wasted. There would have been no ghosts out and you know that.

It was that damn voice again. "So? Then I'd at least know that nothing's going on in my town."

You really think patrolling would have been a better use of your time? Or was there something else you were thinking about doing today? You seemed pretty dead set on homework earlier.

"Shut up! No there was nothing else!"

You can't lie to me, Sam. I know you wanted to follow Danny and the others.

"So? There's something about him. I just want to figure out what."

And his arm isn't proof for you?

"Proof of what? What are you getting at?"

I'm not getting at anything if you don't know.

Sam grew impatient. There had to be something better to do then sit around and talk to herself.

Her eyes flickered over the sky and that was when she saw him. That stupid Halfa boy. Well, this time he would die, Sam thought.

"I'm going ghost!" And in a flash of light she had transformed. She fazed out of her room and took flight after the other ghost.

When she was about twenty meters behind him, she fired a fire ball at his head.

The ghost dodged it as though he had heard it coming. He stared at her for a moment, but she refused to look him in the eye.

"Spectre, I am not your enemy." He was calm and relaxed.

"Not my enemy? Not my enemy? Who do you think you're talking to? Everyone is my enemy. Even those stupid humans are my enemy," she shouted as her anger rose.

"You never use to think like that. Remember you were human once too? You use to care about things Sam."

"Those days are dead! That Sam died the moment those foul humans turned me into this. Why should I care about them, or ghosts for that matter? The humans will cut me open if they ever know the truth. The ghosts would kill me, simple as that."

"Then why do you hunt the ghosts?"

"Kill or be killed. I would kill a human if it meant escaping that fate."

Silence hung in the air for a moment. Was this 'Halfa' taunting her, Sam wondered. She threw a plasma blast at him in frustration. He fazed through it unharmed.

"The humans didn't change you. It wasn't their fault, I mean."

"Then what do you mean? It was my fault?"

"No Sam, it wasn't your fault at all. It was my fault."

Again silence. And Sam was torn apart inside. This 'Halfa' knew something, hadn't that voice told her something like that? She wanted to know what was going on. Just what did this thing know? Why appear now? Why break her steady, stable routine?

There was just so much she wanted to ask him, so much to tell him. Finally she was not alone.

Then there was the other hand. Simple, and pure. Kill him. No questions, only death. Lies, all lies. He knows nothing, nothing of the pain. He will kill you if given the chance. Surely this was the right choice, wasn't it?

Once he is gone everything can return to the way it was. Surely if she were to kill one of her own kind then the ghosts would see that she was the stronger one, and she would win no matter what.

However, there was still one small nagging voice that she thought she had rid herself of long ago. Fear. Deep down this rock solid heroine was as frightened as a small child.

She could kill him; there was no doubt in that, but then what if she did, what would happen? For all she knew he had been fighting ghosts as well, along side her except in the shadows. If this was the case then she would have twice as many ghosts to deal with.

What if he knew something, like where these ghosts were coming from? Surely then she could put a stop to it. Maybe if she killed him the ghosts would see that she really was afraid. They could come at her full force then. There was no way that she could take on more than half a dozen at one time.

Although if she were to let him live it would be very likely that he would want to work together, as a team. That was the thought that scared her to no end. She had never cared about anyone else, and she had never worked with someone else before.

What if she really came to care about him and something happened?

Stop.

I could get him killed.

Stop! Just stop, she told all the different voice floating through her head. This was getting out of hand. Every part of her wanted something different. How was she to know which was the right choice?

No matter what the voices wished or wanted, there was one thing she could not ignore. He had said it himself. 'It was my fault.' He was the one that had done this to her and he had left her.

Her mind flashed back to that night. She woke up alone in a dark building. She screamed for someone, anyone, to find her. No answer. She blindly felt her way around the room until she found a door.

The next room was dimly lit by a few random windows. Moving towards the nearest one she saw what she had become. A monster, a ghost. It was a nightmare that still haunted her.

Weeks following ever so slowly got better as she learned to control the powers. She had attacked ghosts in frustration. First driving them away, until she finally learned how to kill them.

This 'Halfa' claimed to have been there. Why hadn't he helped her? Why hadn't he been there all the nights she had cried?

"You know nothing of what I've been through!" With that last word she bolted for home.

She flew straight into her bed and detransformed as she hit the sheets. Tears streamed down her face. The silence engulfed her.

You believe it, don't you?

"Believe what?" she asked into her pillow. Tears still clung to her face.

What you remember about changing. You remember nothing before that moment, only waking up. Don't you think that slightly strange?

"It's all I have to believe."

But you don't believe it, you fear it.

"Of course I fear it. I died that day."

You look pretty alive to me.

"I didn't ask for you opinion."

No, but someone has to be the voice of reason in here.

"What are you talking about?"

Everything going on in here. You have no idea what you want. Part of you is angry, ready to kill everything. Death now, questions later. That's pretty scary if you ask me.

And then there's that part of you that draws from before all of this. Trusting, kind, caring. It wants to know the truth, sure all of them do, but it's the only one saying that.

Of course where would you be without your fear? Unsure of everything and only wants to hide. That's to way to live. And there are dozens more voices hidden inside the darkness that haven't been able to break free.

"And what are you?"

I'm the all knowing truth. So what are you going to do? Cry? Have you really let fear take that much control over you? If so I'm going to have to go and give her a high five.

"I'm not afraid!"

Then why are you crying?

Sam sat up and wiped away the tears. "I don't know."

You have to come up with something to do.

"But I have no idea where to begin."

Well, being as I am the truth in all this chaos, I would start with the humans.

"What humans? That stupid trio you won't shut up about?"

Yes, that trio I wouldn't shut up about. Just talk to them, and go from there.