Chapter 6! It's gone so fast hasn't it? The last two days of writing really went fast! Ok well, enough chitchat on to the story before I lose my frame of mind.

VashTSGirl45

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Chapter- 6, The new Sam

Danny and Tucker had spent the whole day at school brainstorming every possible way of retrieving Sam without sacrificing Danny's life, and each time they thought they had something, there would be some way that they knew Skulker could get around it. Finally the last school bell rang and they walked out of the building depressed and disheartened. Why was it so hard to come up with just one idea on how to handle this? They had 5 hours until they had to be at the warehouse and they had already squeezed their minds dry. Like ghosts they walked toe in toe barely paying attention to where they were going. At least until Danny smacked into Dash, who had seemingly, appeared out of nowhere.

"Hey watch it, Fenton!" Dash shouted, pointing an oversized finger in Danny's face. Danny, who had had enough of his bullying, rolled his eyes and kept walking. Dash, apparently angered by his response, kicked his foot out underneath Danny's as he was walking in an attempt to trip him. Seeing the stunt and too tired to care about playing the victim instead of the victor, Danny grabbed Dash's ankle and in a flash movement he lifted Dash by it and slammed him back into the ground with a hard thud. Everyone stopped what they had been doing and gasped. The tiny geek had conquered the massive jock…it was a moment that would surely go down in Casper High history. Danny, who had been too angry to realize what he had done, quickly snapped out of his daze when a freaked out yet ecstatic Tucker shook his shoulder.

"Dude, Danny, we should really get outta here!" He exclaimed, grabbing Danny by his arm and dragging him off of school grounds. Meanwhile Dash still lay in the spot that Danny slammed him in, humiliated by his defeat.

"What just happened back there? That's really unlike you to stand up to Dash! Especially with the way you did! You picked him up and threw him into the ground! It was awesome!" Tucker shouted, getting excited.

"It wasn't that great, I was just tired of him thinking he ruled the whole school. I really didn't mean to do what I did." Danny replied, trying to hide his happiness.

"Man, Sam would've loved to have seen that!" Tucker exclaimed.

"Well, in a few hours we should have her back, and then you can fill her in on the whole thing." Danny said, smiling sadly. Tucker, catching on to Danny's hidden comment, dropped his smile and looked at Danny, a grave seriousness to his expression.

"We both are going to tell her, Danny. You're not going to give yourself up. Why would Sam even want to come back if it meant that you would leave?" Danny grew silent. "You should use that C average brain of yours more." Tucker added trying to lighten the mood. Laughing a little, it seemed to perk him up.

"So anyway, how do you want to do this do you want to meet there or go together?" Tucker asked.

"We'll meet there, that way we can both head home and try to think about anyway we can plan this out better. We can just tell our parents we are going to go see a movie that way they'll let us out." Danny replied.

"Sounds good. I'll see you at 8." Tucker said as he began to head in the direction of his house.

"Ok, see ya." Danny replied dryly.

"Don't worry, we'll save her, Danny!" Tucker shouted before running off down his street.

"I hope so…" Danny whispered under his breath as he waved goodbye.

Upon arriving home, Danny headed straight into the lab, one of his ideal places to go where he could be alone in the house, and once again began to attempt to come up with a good plan on how do rescue Sam and give Skulker a royal ass-kicking as well. An hour passed, then another and another until finally it was 7:30 and he was still high and dry. Was it all so hopeless? He thought. Leaning back in the computer chair that he had been sitting in ever since he got home he glanced over at a picture of he and Sam that Tucker had taken. In it, they had been working together to bake a cake in Home Ec, and Danny, who had been attempting to use the mixer, had taken it out of the bowl of cake mix at full speed sending batter everywhere, but mostly all over Sam. Tucker had snapped the photo at the exact moment that she began to strangle him.

He laughed thinking about how mad she had gotten. In fact this had been the first time all week that he had actually sincerely laughed at anything and it lifted his spirits. Maybe he didn't need a fancy plan to save Sam; maybe all he needed to save her with was already in him. In his heart and his memories. Glancing at the clock once more, which now read 7:40, he stood up out of his chair and began to head upstairs. He waved in at his parents and told them he was off to see a movie with Tucker then headed out the door and with a quick glance he transformed and began to head to the warehouse at full speed.

The old warehouse looked like a death trap from the outside, and Danny knew that the inside couldn't be much better. It was square like building and the paint on the doors had long chipped off from years of decay revealing moldy wood beneath. Some of the windows were busted, probably from flying baseballs, and the ones that weren't broken were too dirty to look in. Finally looking upwards as he landed, he noticed that the roof looked as though it was on the verge of caving in for it had a huge dip in the middle. They weren't going to be able to fight in here without its total collapse; Skulker had actually planned something out well. Looking at his watch, which read 7:50, Danny started to become worried at the fact that Tucker wasn't there yet. He began to pace back and forth, 5 minutes passed, and he still paced until finally he heard a familiar voice call his name.

"Danny!" Tucker called as he ran up the hill that led to the old heap of a building. Out of breath, Tucker leaned over, supporting himself on his knees.

"Dude, what took so long?" Danny asked somewhat annoyed.

"My mom had some last minute chores she wanted me to complete before I left for the 'movies' so it was either do them or spend the evening in my room. Sorry man, I'm not too late am I?" he asked finally standing up straight and looking at his watch.

"No, I'm just glad you got here before 8. I don't think I could do this on my own." Danny admitted.

"Did you bring the Fenton thermos?" Danny asked changing the subject.

"Yep!" Tucker said holding up the glowing contraption.

"Then lets go." Danny said, opening the door. Walking in, they were both immediately overcome by the musty smell that drenched the place. Old crumpled papers littered the floors and beyond the light from the outside streetlights that came in from the open door; the whole place was pitch black. The only thing glowing in the dark was Danny's ghostly green eyes.

"Hello?!" Danny shouted into the darkness, his voice echoed for a few seconds then stopped.

"Hello!?!" Danny shouted again, louder than before.

"Dude, Danny this place creeps me out!" Tucker shouted in a whisper behind him.

"Chill out, Tuck." Danny began. "There's no one even in here!" Danny finished but at that the door slammed shut and the lights within the warehouse began to come on, on by one, revealing the fact that the warehouse was much bigger than they had thought it was. Danny began to look around while Tucker followed closely behind him, freaking out.

"W-who d-did that?!" Tucker asked Danny shaking uncontrollably.

"Who do you think, kid?" A hushed voice said, laughing. Danny, giving no warning, stopped in his tracks at the sound of the voice, causing Tucker to run into him. The whole place began to vibrate and soon in the middle of the spacious warehouse a Greenish-blackish light appeared and it began to grow and pulsate until it almost consumed the whole room. Finally, just when its glow became unbearable to the sight it shrunk into the form of a man, eventually revealing a very happy Skulker.

"Like the new entrance, Halfa? I picked up some new tricks from the last visit to the ghost zone that you sent me on." He teased the same smirky smile from earlier painted all over his face.

"Whatever, where's Sam?" Danny asked sternly.

"Right here." He replied and with a snap of his fingers, a small puff of blackish purple smoke appeared and when it dissipated it revealed a very unconscious Sam.

"Sam!" Danny shouted, moving a step closer to her still form that lay on the ground.

"Now for my payment…" Skulker said, smiling. He snapped his fingers once more and at that Sam's violet eyes busted open but then they dilated to black. Slowly she rose herself up from the ground and stood facing Danny and Tucker, her face lacking any emotion.

"Sam?" Danny called, but she didn't respond. "What have you done to her?" Danny asked in a panicked tone. Sulkers' smile grew wider.

"Our agreement was that I would give you your little girlfriend back if you traded your life for her, correct? Well I didn't exactly specify how it would be that you would meet your end, I just said that you would if you agreed. Well I thought it would make things just a tad but more interesting if she was the one who ended your life." Skulker replied. Danny was in shock; this is what it would take to get Sam back? What in the hell was Skulker thinking? These conditions were insane! Glancing back at Tucker, he found that Tucker had a look of pure terror on his face. Sensing Danny's inner struggle Skulker spoke up.

"Don't hesitate, Halfa. This is the only way that I will let her go, or I can just kill her now if you'd like and you would be off the hook." He seized the back of Sam's neck and began to twist it.

"No!!!" Danny screamed, tears welling up in his eyes. "I'll do anything, just please don't hurt her!" Quickly letting go, Skulker smiled and nodded.

"Alright then. Samantha if you would be so kind?" Skulker said, holding his hand out to Sam. Blankly, she lifted her arm up and opened her hand, a silver light began to form and then it started to stretch out until it became a long silver sword. Grasping it tightly, Sam slipped into a stance, ready to charge at him.

"Before dearest Samantha begins, Halfa, I'd like to tell you this much about the battle you are about to be in. The moment you walked into this warehouse your intangibility power was disabled and it will only reactivate with your exit. However, if you attempt to leave this battle at anytime, I will break your friend's neck without hesitation. Also, the sword that this young lady is wielding is no normal sword, it's blade is sharper than any other and gives an extra stinging bonus for those of the ghostly nature. In other words, your death will not be painless, and with those few words of caution I say let the execution begin!" With that Sam lunged for Danny at an inhuman speed, Danny clueless as to what he should do and refusing to harm Sam simply stood his ground. Once close enough, Sam's sword came crashing down, threatening to cut him in half, but at the last moment he jumped backwards and caught it with his hands.

Her strength was like none he had ever faced and it was becoming difficult to hold it back from slicing him in two, looking into Sam's eyes as he struggled to hold her back, he tried to look for any hint of warmth or kindness but found none. Only hatred and despair.

"S-Sam!" Danny shouted, trying still to hold her sword, his hands began to bleed from the pressure of the blade.

"Sam, can you hear me…I-It's Danny! You have to snap out of this! We're here to help you! Can't you see that?" he beckoned, wincing at the pain in his palms.

"All I can see is the opponent before my eyes that begs for death!" she replied and at that she raised the sword up, making Danny lose his grip and brought it down hard, creating a long slash from Danny's shoulder down into his chest. Danny howled in pain, and reached for his shoulder, but before he could an elbow came crashing into his stomach sending him flying across the room and into a metal poll. The whole place shook with the impact. Dazed from the massive blow to his skull, Danny began to feel a warm sensation pulsate from the back of his head. Reaching a hand back he felt something wet and when he looked at his hand it was covered in blood. He looked up into Sam's empty eyes, too stunned to speak, his expression was one of pleading, but she did not see it, she could see nothing past the false hatred that had been implanted in her. Was his life going to end at the hands of his best friend?

HA HA! End of chapter 6! Read and review! Chapter 7 coming soon…

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