A/N: Yet another! Here ya go! Okay, to warn you all, I will NOT be here at all next week, so next update will probably be on my birthday, July 1. I'M FIFTEEN! XD Lols. Just warning you about the lack of updates next week, unless I can find a computer and my parents let me on it….

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Chapter 13: June 3, 2010

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I woke up to a searing pain from one of the many scars on my body. Again. It had been the same thing everyday for…. I glanced at a long row of tally marks on the wall…. For three hundred, thirty-three days. I sighed. Let's have a party! I've been locked up for triple three days! Hoo-rah.

Everyday, I'd get dragged out, locked to the wall, severely beaten, then thrown back in here. Dan had told me last night that today would be my "lucky day". Knowing him, that could mean anything from only ninety rounds of beatings instead of one hundred to… well, let's just say I'd finally be out of my misery….

I looked up at the mirror in the "bathroom". My black hair was now a very dark red, some places still black and some turning blue. My bright blue eyes were slowly fading to a dull grey. I had been wondering why Dan and Vlad had decided to change my appearance.

But I didn't know I was about to find out.

The door burst open, and Dan dragged me out. I, however, noticed we were going to a different room than normal. I quickly realized this could be okay, or very, very bad. I was hoping it was the former.

Of course, luck was never on my side. Vlad was standing next to a table and patients' chair. They sat me on it, saying that I wouldn't be able to escape anyway. Then, Vlad told me why today was so… "special".

"We're going to tell you our plan," he said, sneering at me.

"What?" I asked, thinking it was a trick. It was always a trick….

"Yes, you see, you won't be able to remember it later, anyway."

It obviously wasn't a trick. It was just another excuse to bring me pain, knowing I knew their plot but didn't remember it. But, I was stupid enough to ask….

"How, exactly, are you going to make me forget?"

"We're going to beat the memory out of you, using this," Vlad said, motioning to an instrument on the table. It looked like a sword built into a glove, the sharp, pointy thingy coming out over the top of the hand. "This, Daniel--"

"Samuel, Vlad, Samuel," Dan interrupted. "How many times must I remind you?"

"Right, of course," Vlad replied. "Samuel, this is the Plasmius Eraser. It erases memories, painfully. Of course, there's no way to tell just what it will erase, but we're willing to risk ridding you of some of your memories." He smirked again, turning back to me as Dan put on the glove. "Now, our plan…."

"Yes, yes, the plan," Dan said, smiling broadly. "The plan is for us to rid you of enough memories that you'll never be able to remember again, thus you won't be able to stop us. And, seeing as I now exist out of time--thanks again for that-- I already know what will happen to you after we release you. Poor, poor Sam, so much heartbreak in your future, isn't there? Ah, well." He smirked, having finished his speech. I stared, horror struck.

"What… what do you mean by heartbreak?" I asked quietly and hoarsely, having not used my voice very often in the past… year or so. Of course, screaming so much also added to that.

"Well, first you fall in love with a girl who tragically dies on your wedding day. Then, you run away--you do a lot of that, don't you?-- and become an amnesic artist, unable to remember anything longer than two years ago. You, sadly, go back to Amity Park and see Sam, but you two don't remember each other. After that, well, Vlad and I haven't got the details worked out, but," Dan chuckled, "let's just say, Sam will not be in pain for long."

"You… you…" I stuttered, feeling pure hatred for the two smirking villains, "you'll never get away with this!"

They laughed. "And who will stop us, hm?" Dan asked. "You? Feh. You can't even escape from us! How are you supposed to fight us, much less win?"

I hung my head, looking slightly depressed. I felt the two move in on me and pretended to cry, shaking my shoulders. They laughed, and I made my move, striking them both with an ectoblast. They flew into opposite walls and glared back at me as I took off towards the door.

Can't escape? I thought to myself, chuckling. No, just waiting for the right time. I took a few turns, having memorized the paths from hearing Dan's footsteps, among others'. My hearing had improved greatly while I was here. A few more turns, and I'll be at the exit! I had just made it to the hallway leading to the door when an alarm went off. Of course. I sighed, transformed, and flew at a leisurely pace towards the door. A loud CLANG behind me caused me to turn around curiously. A security gate had shut right behind me. I faced forward again, gasping when I saw another gate closing a few yards ahead of me. I took off, just barely making it through the gate. I kept up my speed, blasting through several more gates before finally coming to the inside door. There was another door that was the real exit just inside this one. I knew I had to hurry in order to make it before someone locked the door.

Two guards jumped out in front of me. I found myself thinking Only two? Wow, they're really underestimating me today! just before a beam came out of the spears they were carrying. I backflipped over them to dodge. When I touched down again, I round-house kicked them, sending them flying.

Too easy. Where's everyone else? I thought as I threw open the door--

And stood there in shock, staring at the hundreds of ghosts that surrounded me and blocked the exit. Uh, found 'em…. I turned intangible and flew threw as many as I could, but became tangible again when I felt someone kick me in the side. I was flung into the wall, which I slid down slowly, while the horde of ghosts moved in on me. I stood up, fighting off as many as I could. After sending a few flying, I began to tire, panting as I dodged blasts and fists and feet.

It was then that the tide of the battle turned in, unfortunately, the ghosts' advantage. Dan and Vlad had come. I saw Dan, who was wearing the Plasmius Eraser fly towards me.

Okay, I thought, big decision time. Try to fight back and most likely be beaten so hard I'll wish I was fully dead, or give up and have my memories erased. Hmm, agonizing pain, no memories, agonizing pain, no memories. I rolled my eyes mentally. Wow, tough choice….

I knew that I'd be better off surrendering rather than being forced into staying here. Less beatings. Much less beatings. I raised my hands above my head to show that I gave up. By that time, Dan had reached where I was and he flung me into the middle of the room. I landed roughly, surrounded by the ghosts and on my stomach, and, instead of getting back up, I put my hands on top of my head. I heard Dan walk up to me then screamed as he cut my arm with the Eraser. I felt it drain me more than it should have as blood dripped down it and I hung my head, my forehead hitting the ground.

If only I hadn't left, I found myself thinking. Then I'd still be with her.

No, another part of me, Phantom, replied, they would've killed her, remember?

I could have saved her! I paused, trying to think straight. Hold on…

Both parts of me, Fenton and Phantom, seemed to turn to each other in my mind. Who is she?

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LYRICS

Cut my life into pieces, this is my last resort Suffocation, no breathing Don't give a ---- if I cut my arm bleeding This is my last resort Cut my life into pieces, I've reached my last resort Suffocation, no breathing Don't give a ---- if I cut my arm bleeding Do you even care if I die bleeding?

Would it be wrong? Would it be right? If I took my life tonight? Chances are that I might Mutilation out of sight, and I'm contemplating suicide

Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mind Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine Losing my sight, losing my mind Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine

I never realized I was spread too thin Till it was too late and I was empty within Hungry, feeding on my chaos and living in sin Downward spiral, where do I begin? It all started when I lost my mother No love for myself and no love for another Searching to find a love upon a higher level Finding nothing but questions and devils

Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mind Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine Losing my sight, losing my mind Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine

Nothing's alright, nothing is fine I'm running and I'm crying I'm crying, I'm crying I'm crying, I'm crying

I ... can't ... go ... on ... living ... this ... way

Cut my life into pieces, this is my last resort Suffocation, no breathing Don't give a ---- if I cut my arm bleeding

Would it be wrong? Would it be right? If I took my life tonight? Chances are that I might Mutilation out of sight, and I'm contemplating suicide

Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mind Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine Losing my sight, losing my mind Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine

Nothing's alright, nothing is fine I'm running and I'm crying

I ... CAN'T ... GO ... ON ... LIVING ... THIS ... WAY

Can't go on ... living this way Nothing's alright!

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A/N: Awwwwww, poor Danny! Apparently, the Eraser works. Well, next time you get the full story of how he left. YAY! April 4, 2009 is next! See y'all then! BYES!

Note: THE SONG AT THE END WORKS! Technically, Phantom and Danny are the same person, and Phantom is cutting Danny's life into pieces and wants to kill him, so it's kinda suicide…. Never mind all that….

Hehe, and for all fangirls out there, I HAVE FOUND THE PERFECT DEFINITION FOR US! Especially when pertaining to DP's rabid fangirls, of which I am a proud member, lols.

FANGIRL

Noun,

Known to rave, squee, moan, wibble, faint, perv, die repeatedly, post all night, waste time, collect tons of pics, and say 'omfguh!'

See also:

So going to hell

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Sneak Peek!

I sighed. It was my eighteenth birthday, and I felt horrible. There was going to be a surprise party for me once I got back. I had overheard Tucker talking about it. Sam was supposed to bring me to my house for the party. I had told everyone that I would be out for awhile, and Sam made me promise to come by her house on the way home. No one bothered to ask why I had left.

The thing was, over the past few weeks, the ghosts have gotten smarter, and tougher. I, meanwhile, had gotten more and more stressed. It didn't take much for me to get mad, and it took even less for me to start yelling at the nearest person. I had taken to coming back here to cool down whenever things got too bad around home. No one knew about this spot but me, though I have hinted where it is to Sam. I was going to bring her here someday, so she could see how beautiful and relaxing it was. I knew she'd love it, with all the plants and animals in their natural habitats…. I just had to wait for the--

I gasped as a foot came flying down from the sky. I rolled out of the way just in time, then my ghost sense activated.

"--Perfect timing," I muttered to myself, finishing my previous thought aloud. I looked at the ghost and was shocked to see Plasmius looking back at me.