Author's Note: Hey, I know it's been a long time, almost three months since I've updated. Well, I've had no clue what to do with this story, and I've been working on my other FOP story. But I'm not going to let this story go! I'll keep it interesting. I've just gotta add in lots of twists, that's all. But don't worry, I will continue this story. Thank you reviewers Unlikely-to-bear-it, shepyt, and The Desert Fox for reviewing, I'm so sorry guys it's taken forever! Well enough talking, here you go!

Disclaimer: DP belongs to Butch Hartman, and "Over" does not belong to me. After reading TDF's review I'm not sure who it belongs to, but it's not mine. Hopefully that'll be good enough for now.

Chapter Five

Honestly tell me that it's over

It was dark. Tucker Foley was trapped inside a dark room, tied by rope to a chair, and he had a dirty rag on his mouth to muffle his screaming. However, with Tucker's voice, not even a jackhammer could silence his cries for help.

"HELP!" he cried. "Somebody! Anybody! The dude who's holding me captive busted my PDA!"

Tucker was beginning to become afraid. He had been held hostage since Monday or Tuesday; he couldn't remember; he just remembered it was the beginning of the school week. The kidnapper hadn't given Tucker much food or a decent place to sleep. All Tucker got was Cheerios for breakfast, a can of unheated Cambell's, and a sleeping bag in a tiny prison cell. Yup, that's where he was—prison, but not any prison, an abandoned prison. The only two people there were him and his kidnapper.

Tucker had tried every way to escape—through the bathroom, through the bars in the prison cell, through screaming for help—none of it had worked. And of course he tried his PDA, but once his kidnapper saw that he crushed it into pieces.

Now at the moment, Tucker was once again, as he had all week, being tied up to a chair in a room with his kidnapper. His kidnapper tried to get the information out of Tucker daily, but Tucker said nothing, because he didn't want to put anybody in danger. Unfortunately, that was putting himself in danger, but he wasn't interested in saving himself; just the people he cared about and held dear. He wasn't about to let anything happen to them.

The reason why he had a rag on his mouth was because his kidnapper had to go for a few minutes somewhere. Now I will switch to that setting….

"Have you found any information from the boy?" a man in the other room asked.

"No," the kidnapper replied. "He is as stubborn as…well, he's stubborn, I tell you! And I know I can't use my old ways to get the information out of him; he's the one who helped defeat me. I've tried threatening him with everything I can think of, but nothing works. He doesn't care about himself it seems like; he cares more about stupid Danny Phantom."

"Who would care about the halfa?"

"The halfa's friends, you idiot."

"Oh yeah."

"Now listen, I know where the halfa's family lives, so if I try to cause danger on his family, maybe the boy will spill the beans and tell me about what we need to know."
"Wait, aren't we trying to find out about the halfa's family anyway?"

"Not the whole family! Gosh, you really need to pay more attention. We're trying to find out about the girl in the family!"

"The mother?"

"NO! The younger girl!"

"Oh, the daughter?"

"Yes! The daughter. She is one of the reasons why I must get revenge on her; why I must kill her, because she is still alive."

"Well why don't you just go to the family anyway?"

"Because it's part of villainy. You have to tell your captive what you're going to do. Haven't you finished reading that handbook to villainy yet?"

"Uh…no."

"Well finish it! Anyway, as I was saying, the daughter is currently not at the Fenton house. She was earlier this week but left when I thought of the plan. She isn't at her school and I don't know where she is."

"Can't you just ask her family?"

"NO!" The kidnapper slapped her forehead. "Please, read that book. Oh goodness, I must talk to the boy. His screaming is really getting out of control."

"Alright. What do you want me to do?"

"READ THE BOOK!"

"Oh. You know, this would be a lot easier if I knew how to read…"

"You…here, use this tape so you can listen. You can listen, right?"

"Yeah…"

"Well then do it!"

The kidnapper left and entered the dark room where Tucker was being held captive. She released the cloth from his mouth and used her ghost powers to shoot some ectoplasm stuff on Tucker's mouth, silencing completely his screams. Why didn't I think of that earlier, the kidnapper thought.

"Okay, here's the deal Foley, either you tell me where Jazz Fenton is or I go and destroy the Fentons! Now tell me!" The kidnapper got rid of the green stuff on Tucker's mouth.

"Honestly, I don't know where they are. I mean, if Jazz left after you kidnapped me, how should I know?"

"Well you could find her by tracking her cell phone, right?"

"Yes, which I'm not going to do."

"THEN THE FENTONS WILL PERISH!"

"What? That's not fair."

"That's life, bum, get used to it."

"Uh…life normally isn't ghosts kidnapping you threatening to exterminate your friend's family."

"Well, that's life when you're kidnapped, bum, get used to it."

"Who are you, anyway? And why do you want Jazz so much?"

"Because Jazz should be dead! Remember the Spirit Week this year, when everyone was depressed? I caused that, and Jazz was part of my plan to keep everyone at Casper High miserable forever and to destroy Danny Phantom, and to keep me youthful forever!"

Tucker gasped. "Spectra?"

"Indeed, it is I. And that's why I must not turn the lights on, because of how horrible and old I look, due to Danny Phantom and Jazz Fenton! And after I kill Jazz Fenton, Danny will be too depressed to notice me slowly destroying him, until one day it all comes down on him, and nobody will be able to do anything about it!"

"Um, for your information, Danny hates Jazz."

"Maybe so, but when I last fought him, I put a spell on him that if Jazz Fenton ever died because of a ghost-causing death, he would lose all of his energy to fight, and by losing his energy, his ghost powers would drain out of him and be transferred to me."

"What about that other green blob that followed you around?"

"Oh, him? I couldn't find him. I have a new helper."

"Who?"

"I am the Box Ghost!" The Box Ghost came flying into the room, turning on the lights and exposing Spectra.

"Eew!" Tucker cried.

"Why you…" she yelled. "Weren't you supposed to be listening to that self-help tape?"

"Did I mention I have a short attention span?"

"Aauhhh…."

"You, go away," Spectra said, pointing to the Box Ghost. "And you," she said, "if you tell me in an hour that you'll help me locate Jazz, I'll spare the Fentons. But if you don't…KA-BOOM!"

"YOU'RE GONNA BLOW THEM UP?"

"Well, I don't know, ka-boom was just the first thing that came to mind. Alright, back to your cell!" Spectra used her powers to locate Tucker back to his cell.

When Tucker came back, he sighed. He didn't know what to do. Either way, it was a win-lose situation. No, practically a lose-lose situation.

He remembered when he woke up and a masked ghost was above him. He could barely function so he just ignored it. The ghost took advantage of that moment and kidnapped him, bringing him to a prison cell in who knows where.

Tucker thought about how his parents were. He thought about his friends. He thought that they must be a nervous wreck. And him knowing that he was the cause for their worries was unbearable. He also knew that either Jazz, Mrs. Fenton, or Mr. Fenton, or possibly all three, were going to die, and after that his best friend was going to suffer.

Why can't somebody just tell me that this is a bad dream and it's going to be over, Tucker thought. Why can't anybody wake me up? And if this is real life, nobody will find me here. Nobody's gonna save me.

Little did Tucker know that help was on the way.

…Unfortunately, that help was having a crisis of its own…

(A/N: Alrighty! R/R please. Next chapter will have Danny and Sam in it again.)