I bet all of you were just burning with anticipation to know what happens next…Some of you probably saw this coming though…although I hope to have some interesting things happen near the end of the chapter. Most of this is insane ramblings from a sleep-deprived mind, just to warn you.

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Wrecking Havoc

Ch. 4

There were a few thoughts running rampant in my mind as I beheld the scary sight of Sam's furious eyes on me. Here, I'll name a few.

'Holy frick'n (beep). I am going to die.'

'She's going to murder me several times, and if that sounds impossible, you'd be surprised. She'd find a way.'

'I was never able to say goodbye to me babies…my poor, soon-to-be parentless technology…'

'Darn it! They'll never hook up if I'm not around to force them together!'

'I wonder if Danny would find me in the Ghost Zone after I die. Maybe I'd be one of those manic take over the world people…or maybe my mission in the afterlife will to hook those two up…'

'Hey, I wonder what living in the Ghost Zone would be like.'

If you think I was going insane, than you're probably right. I think I was trying to cover up my limitless fear with misplaced curiosity, although I could have been trying to avoid reality as well. Not that it worked. (Yep, Jazz's weird psychology talk has infected my brain…).

Anyways, back to the story.

Sam suddenly growled. How she can sound like that and still be human is beyond me. After that I just kinda froze. My mind went from hyperactive to practically non-existent in under one second flat. I watched, captivated, as her hands slowly went around my neck. She smiled a sickeningly sweet smile that just screamed 'you're dead Foley'. Then with a wrenching yank, she tightened her hold, practically choking me. Who am I kidding, she was choking me! Of course only one thought penetrated my mind then. I'll enlighten you as to what it was.

'Holy crap! She's strangling me!'

Yep. Those were my exact, ever so eloquent words. So Sam had this freaky grin on her face while literally choking me to death. Danny had gotten up and was staring at the spectacle.

She let go eventually and left me gasping for breath, doing some nasty things to any body part she could reach.

Pain. Excruciating pain…Sam laughing manically above me as I fell into the deepest depths of despair…

"That was for reading my diary…" She whispered menacingly as I slipped into the blessed realm of unconsciousness. Danny stood next to her, and darn it! They still weren't together…after all I sacrificed…

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I woke up, panting and sweating heavily. That must have been the king of all weird dreams. I mean, I had to wake up twice for it to stop! I looked around, the slightest bit paranoid, and who could blame me? What if I was still in some twisted, crazy dream?

After I pinched myself multiple times, I was satisfied that I was in the waking world. But it still freaked me out that I was awake at the same time that I woke up in my dream. But there was only one thing to do anyways, so I pretty much repeated my actions in the dream. I got dressed and went to Sam's room. I reluctantly opened the hidden compartment, but I let out a sigh of relief when I discovered it was there.

This time, I paid a bit more attention to the diary. I was determined that I would absorb as much information as possible out of this thing. The diary was pretty simple, a purple satiny cover on it with a black dragon embossed on the front. The pages were black and the writing was white. Sam never was conventional. So I soon set to work reading the first entry.

Tucker, stop reading. Yes, I know you're reading this. I mean it, stop NOW.

TUCKER! GET OUT OF MY DIARY! I WILL GIVE YOU ROOT CANALS ON ALL OF YOUR TEETH WITHOUT ANESTHSIA! I'LL GOUGE YOUR EYES OUT AND MAKE YOU EAT THEM AND I'LL RIP OUT YOUR INTESTINES WITH HOT IRON POKERS IF I EVER FIND YOU READING THIS!

My eye s nearly bugged out of their sockets, and I gulped down the lump in my throat. Somehow, I gathered the courage to turn the page and keep reading.

I really hate my mother sometimes. She thrust this pink frilly diary on me and demanded I write in it. Yeah right. After about an hour of arguing, I finally convinced her to let me at least write in a less nauseating one. Which is how I came to be writing in this. I've heard that most people write like they're talking to someone. I might as well give that a try, but I am not going to call you diary. That is the most retarded name and it lacks any aspect of individuality. I like the name Danny a lot though. So I guess I'll call you Danny then.

That piqued my interest. She named her diary Danny…intigueing…I smirked. This had the potential to be interesting.

I really don't have much to talk about besides my obvious disgust for anything pink or frilly, which I doubt you want to hear. So, until tomorrow Danny.

That was the end of the entry. It didn't really tell me too much, but I didn't have much more time before one of the lovebirds woke up. I did not want to be caught reading Sam's diary. So I just took pictures of the pages to look over later. After that was done, I sighed in relief and snapped the diary closed. Not only did I manage to get the information, but I staid alive to analyze it too!

It was wonderful, but it almost seemed too easy. Something was nagging at the back of my mind. When I felt the hairs on the nape of my neck stand strait up, I immediately knew what was wrong. I turned around, not even bothering to hide my crime because I knew she had already seen. Standing in the doorway, was a just-woken up Sam, furious and practically snarling at me.

She hissed though clenched teeth before speaking, "You're dead, Foley."

Before I could even register what she was doing, she lunged at me. I gathered my wits just enough drop the diary and hurl myself out of the way before sprinting out of the room and down the hall. You think that a nightmare of an angry Sam is scary? Just try it out when you can't wake up.

When I was halfway down the hall, she burst out of the room and came barreling at me with a rage fueled speed. In fact, when I turned the corner, she was mere inches behind me. Of course, my speed was fueled by fear, which greatly increased when she managed to grab my hat and rip it into little pieces of red fabric. So I sped up and by some miracle managed to stay ahead of her through the mazes of corridors. That was, until we burst into the kitchen. I don't think I could have picked a worse spot to run out of energy, unless they had a torture device room somewhere in there.

So anyways, I ran over the other side of their kitchen island and nearly collapsed against it with exhaustion. I watched her slow down and approach the island on the opposite side. I really didn't like the look on her eyes. When I saw her open a drawer, I knew something bad was gonna happen.

Sam is scary. Sam with a really big butcher knife is even scarier.

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(laughs maniacally) Tucker's in a bit of a sticky situation, isn't he?

I'm not entirely sure about this chapter, but I think the end was interesting…

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