Family heirloom chap2 (really)

Sam was trying to pace herself, she couldn't run all the way downtown but she couldn't walk. Danny was in too much trouble, she could feel it. Already Danny had been hit hard at least three times, and each time Sam had to stop herself from breaking down right there. It felt as if someone had ripped her heart out each time. She knew Danny was in pain, but she couldn't tell what exactly was happening, and her imagination was worse than any villain. She hated that she wasn't with him every second of her life, but especially when he was fighting ghosts. Usually he had Sam or Tucker to help him fight even the box ghost. Sam was going to make sure that he never felt alone again. Even if she was just a distraction, she could help, she would help, so that Danny would be safe.

Meanwhile Danny had his hands full, literally. He was going hand-to-hand with the ghost after the first attempts with ghost rays failed; usually with him on the ground, clutching the part of his body that got hit. Although this wasn't going as well as Danny expected, the anonymous ghost kept catching his punches. Danny knew this ghost was older than him, but where did he learn how to fight so well? It wasn't professional, martial arts quality fighting, just that the ghost knew what to expect from the young half-a. The only thing that could be worse than that was that whenever the ghost got the upper hand he would fly off into another building and start destroying everything! He wasn't even interested in Danny. All the other ghosts Danny had fought always tried to get rid of him before they went on with their plan, besides Vlad Plasmius, which Danny never could figure out his plans fully anyway.

If I don't stop this guy soon, I'm going to have to sprint for home to get the Fenton thermos while he destroys everything he sees! But its better than me tiring myself out so much that I wont stand a chance to even stop him then, and who knows how much damage he could do while I try to recover. Danny thought as he attempted to thwart this villain one last time before he had to attempt a tactical retreat.

It was snowing again, as Sam entered downtown. But it was a snow of sadness, as if the sky was crying frozen tears to fall upon those it looked down upon. Sam had slowed to a walk, not only could she not run anymore, just the devastation was too horrible. Ambulances trailed behind snowplows, emergency teams tended the less injured, a construction team was trying to dig a woman out of what was a family restaurant. It was devastating, people were hurt, and already three teams had come to her, asking "Are you alright? Are you hurt? Were you here with anyone else? Did you see what happened here?" and every time she just kept on walking. They had better things to worry about, so they didn't chase her down. As she kept walking she heard a lot of things, usually followed by a "It's gonna be ok" or "well lets get you out of the cold." She wished she could do something, but she had to find Danny, and stop this before it got any worse.

"Why are you doing this?" Danny yelled at the ghost, now toppling a TV and appliance store shelf, breaking the new "ULTRA WIDE" plasma TV on display. The ghost, of course, wasn't listening to Danny. All he was interested in was trying to destroy as many things in the least amount of time. Seeing Danny, he flew to the middle of the store and slammed his fist into the floor, sending fissures of ectoplasmic energy throughout the store, shifting the ground and toppling all the shelves. This was a disaster, but it didn't stop there. The green fissures continued past all the shelves to the walls, creating gaps in six inches of brick and concrete. Danny knew there was nothing he could do now except get people around the building out of the way. Cursing himself, Danny phased out of the now collapsing roof, shouting "Everyone out of the way! The building is coming down!"

Sam could tell where Danny was, but her heart screamed in terror after she saw the green cracks surround a two story brick building in the distance. Then she heard a sound, as if someone had ripped a redwood tree in half. Then dust clouded her vision, it blinded her, she hunched over clutching her face.

She could feel where Danny was, so she kept on walking, putting her left hand in front of her to feel for debris or people. She continued to walk, screaming "Danny! Danny! Danny WHERE ARE YOU! DANNY HELP ME WHERE ARE YOU!" she was wandering in a swerving line, the soot and dirt stung her eyes and clogged her throat. She couldn't walk any farther, she fell to her knees choking on the debris filled air. The only thing she could do was wave her arm franticly in front of her, feeling for someone, something, because she knew Danny was close. She screamed, someone gripped her outstretched arm. It wasn't Danny; Danny's hands were always warm, strong but comforting and gentle. Sam knew it was cold outside, but compared to the hand that caught her wrist, the air felt like the sun. This hand, it felt like death, it could freeze the blood in her veins, it could shatter steel it was so cold. Then a deep voice said "Well well well, what do we have here? Such a pretty lady, what are you doing out here?"

Sam tried to speak as loud as she could with her throat choked by the seemingly endless cloud of dust surrounding them still. "I'm cough looking for my friend Danny! Now let me go!" coughs repeatedly

"Oh, I'm sorry, but I can't do that. I'm going to get us out of here and make sure that I won't be followed." The deep voice said with what could only be described as a villainous mixture of pity and satisfaction.

"What are you talking abou- AAAAAAAH! DANNY HELP MEEEE!" she screamed as the ghost pulled her arm around her back and upward. This caused considerable pain, and then she knew now that the person who grabbed and now restrained her was the ghost. The only thing she could do was scream, and she couldn't even do that anymore once the ghost covered her mouth with his other ice cold, filthy, mangy hand.

"SAM! SAM WHERE ARE YOU?" Danny yelled at the top of his lungs. He had heard Sam scream, but there was so much debris. Why is Sam here? He thought to himself. If anything happens to her- he stopped. He saw a figure, no, two figures coming out of the smoke, one was the ghost, the other…

"SAM! I swear that if you do anything to her I will-!" he cut himself off after a muffled scream of pain came from Sam. "Ok fine! Just don't hurt her! Please!"

"Just don't follow me, half-a, and this young lady will not meet the same fate as this town, yet." He said as he slowly floated backwards, releasing his hand over Sam's mouth and making sure his grip on her arm wasn't as painful. He always had a soft spot for women; maybe it was just the time period he grew up in, where women were never treated as cruelly as men were. Just then a thought came to mind, "Oh and, call me poverty." He said.

Sam couldn't take this, she didn't care what this "poverty" did to her, she reached out with her free hand, and screamed "DANNY! I LOVE YOU!" she opened her eyes, the sting was gone, and she could mostly see. She saw Danny with such a look of sadness in his eyes. But he wanted her to be safe, and right now, the only way to do that was to let her go. But she saw the tears flow from his eyes, his outstretched hand, and she heard the words "I love you too! Stay safe! I'll come back for you!" as he flew off into the distance.

I have to get home, Danny thought. I need the Fenton thermos if I'm going to save Sam, and stop poverty. As he was on his way home he thought to himself, The problem is that I don't even know where Sam is. Oh Sam, I've let you down, I couldn't stop ONE STUPID GHOST! And now he has you… and… oh I just don't know. And then as the tears steadily dropped from his face like sand through an hourglass, he looked at his hands. The very hands that he couldn't use to save the girl of his life, and he saw the ring that Sam had given him, it glowed. That's weird, he thought sniff, but I have to get home if I ever want to se Sam again. And with that he flew off into the sunset for home.

To Be Concluded.