"I wonder why Danny's taking so long." Sam and Tucker had gone to Danny's house to wait for him in his room after his big moment.

"Maybe they went to a movie or something?" Tucker suggested.

"That doesn't sound very much like Danny. Besides there aren't any good movies out right now," Sam was getting a little concerned.

"Hey, guys. Where's Danny?" Jazz walked into her brother's room.

"He got a note from some girl that told him to meet her after school," Tucker answered her.

"But I thought a majority of the girls in school were mad at him," Jazz sat down on the bed. She, too, looked concerned, "And, that was almost two hours ago."

"Yeah, you're right," Sam thought for a second. Then something hit her and she shot up from her sitting position, "OMIGOSH you're right."

"Uh what's the sudden outburst for?" Jazz asked. She looked confused.

"Don't you get it?" Sam whirled around. She grabbed Jazz's shoulders and began to shake her, "All the girls in Casper High tricked Danny! They're hurting him! I just know it! We have to do something!"

"Sam, calm down. We don't know if they're hurting him. You have no reason to freak out," Jazz grabbed Sam's hands and peeled them off her shoulders.

Sam knew something was wrong with Danny. She could feel it.

Jazz kept jabbering on, but Sam paid no attention. Suddenly, she bolted out of the room.

"Sam? Sam, you get back here!" Jazz ran after Sam. Tucker shrugged and decided to follow.

"Sam! Danny's fine! He wouldn't want you to barge in on his date!" Jazz tried helplessly to get Sam's attention.

Sam kept running.

Soon, the school came into view. It was dark and lonely. There didn't seem to be anyone there. Almost like the perfect presence for a ghost.

Sam bolted around the corner she saw Danny turn a few hours before. As soon as she had, though, she halted to an immediate stop, staring at the sight before her.

"Sam!" Jazz ran up behind her, completely out of breath, "Danny's fi-"she also stared.

Tucker came up last, gasping for breath. He looked up, "OMIGOSH!"

Danny laid there motionless; unconscious. He was lying in a pool of his own blood. He was bleeding from head to toe and had huge slashes covering his frail body. His right arm looked broken, along with his left leg. There was a gigantic gouge on his side; and small holes, also everywhere that could be seen. His clothes were torn and bloodstained, so much so that one would think his shirt and jeans were red in the first place.

"Is that?" Jazz pointed a shaky finger at the figure, "Oh, please don't tell me that's-"

"Danny." Sam's eyes were large with fear and sadness, "What have they done to him!"

They stood frozen to the spot for a few seconds. No one saying a word.

Sam spoke first, "Tucker, go into the school. Call 911 and get help."

Tucker followed her orders and ran into the school. Sam ran up to Danny and knelt down next to him; she didn't even think twice about the blood seeping through her clothes.

He could see his chest moving, slightly. It wasn't going in a rhythm and it was shuddered and slow. She could feel a weak pulse and blood was still being pumped through his body (although, obviously, it wasn't staying in his body very long).

"Jazz, he's still alive. He needs to get to a hospital ASAP!"

"But what if they ask-"

"We won't allow blood tests! Now, help me carry him!" Sam was becoming impatient with Jazz's excuses. It was almost like she wanted her brother to bleed to death.

"Jazz! I can't carry him all alone," Sam's eyes were beginning to fill with tears.

Jazz ran up and grabbed his head while Sam held his legs. Tucker ran out with Mr. Lancer.

"William Blake's poetry! What happened?" He yelled after seeing the sight.

"Don't have time to explain. Tucker, did you call 911?" Sam asked, getting anxious.

Tucker nodded, still speechless.

"It'll be okay Danny. You'll be okay," Sam said, smoothing Danny's raven black hair, "You'll be okay."

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Okay. Please don't kill me. This is how it happened in my brain a few weeks ago and that's how it's gonna be. Maybe I should rerate this story. Hmmm, well, sorry, but that's my brain. See you next Chapter.