ARGH! I'm so…I don't even know! I feel so guilty; I've been that way all day! It's torture! I hope you like chapter 4. Here comes one of my favorite chapters. Those of you who saw the cover, Sam hanging from those shackles…here it comes baby! You guys are all going to be gasping and going "NO!" by the end of this chapter (just like chapter 2 of MimM).

Well, Ultimate Enemy's tomorrow! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! I don't believe it! Oh, gotta leave in four minutes…see DP for the first time in a few weeks…okay scratch that…at 6 pm SHARP, my dad walked in. HE WALKED IN. And I finally figured out who the Ultimate Enemy is! Wait for it:

HIM! Danny himself!

If you've seen the commercial, you know that Danny falls unconscious and then a MUSCULAR BLACK AND WHITE BOOT (that looks a lot like Danny's boot, but more muscle-y). Clockwork probably got Danny from the future to fight our favorite sophomore Danny (can you believe it?) and future Danny WINS! Obvious, innit?

Anyway…

DISCLAIMER: I'm sorry, I don't own DP but I cannot WAIT to see Ultimate Enemy! AAH! I don't own the title or song titles or lyrics either; that's My Chemical Romance's.

RATING: T for slightly mature themes and language.

Oh, yeah, and the real writing started the day after the premiere of Ultimate Enemy! I ACTUALLY SAW IT!

Chapter 5

"I'm Not Okay (I Promise)"

The metal bars that Danny had held on to for a full year slid open. They moved back, leaving an open bath between the tear-stained cell and the outside world. Danny took in a deep breath, regaining a sense of reality.

He was free.

He was free!

Danny walked out slowly, savoring every sweet moment of freedom he could taste. That torture, that trapped, solidified feeling left him. And he knew the first thing he was going to do: see Sam.

As soon as Danny walked out of the station, he peered about. Real trees. Real grass. Real sky. The air smelled fresh and of flowers. Everything took the depression off of Danny's chest and the more breaths he took, the more grounded he became, the more reality came to mind.

He immediately raced off for Sam's house, savoring the wind brushing through his hair. It felt so good! A year in a cell where no one else loved him and he was out in a world that cared now!

Danny reached the Manson Mansion and knocked politely. It was hard not to burst through like a devil, exercising his ecstasy, but the Mansons were not a family to be reckoned with.

"Hello?" he said loudly, knocking again. Still, nothing. He carefully unlocked the door through the other end using intangibility and slowly walked in cautiously. "Hello?" he called out again.

Then he heard a murmuring from Sam's room. Grinning widely, he raced up the stairs and stood outside, reminiscing his life five years ago. So carefree. He'd always burst in yelling for Sam to get out of the way before ghosts came in and attacked her. And she'd always oblige. Happily, at that.

Danny burst in, not standing it any longer; it was like he had a sudden adrenaline rush.

But what he saw scarred him for life and made him lose sanity more than jail ever could.

There sat Sam on her bed with another boy. He had brown hair that was swept to one side and wasn't stuck behind his ear. Instead, it covered his whole right eye. Danny couldn't tell what eye color he had, since they were closed. But the worst part of it was, the two teenagers were interlocked. The boy held onto her waist tightly while Sam clutched his back. Their mouths were glued together passionately, enjoying a long affectionate kiss.

Danny couldn't do anything. He felt helpless. With all the ghost powers he had, none of them could heal the heart in his chest that rapidly tore itself in millions of in-repairable pieces. The only person who kept him truly alive for a year was making out with someone else.

Sam's eye suddenly opened, causing Danny to startle, but she soon disconnected herself from the boy, who slowly turned himself to the object of Sam's gaze. The black-haired nineteen-year-old could feel their stares burning holes through his body, and it couldn't have hurt him more to see his best friend staring at him cruelly.

"Excuse me," said Sam rudely, "we'd like some privacy!"

"Really. Who walks in on a couple?" asked the boy coolly.

"Who's he?" asked Danny, finally mustering up enough air to say something.

"He's my boyfriend, Trey," said Sam meanly. "But why would you care?"

"Sam—" Danny desperately began. He wanted Sam back. His Sam. What had happened? A lump formed in his throat as he tried asking again.

Sam's eyes shot open as she cut him off. "How do you know my name?" she asked suspiciously. "Are you a stalker?" Sam cuddled up to her boyfriend, and Danny felt a surge of hatred and sorrow burst through him. "Trey, help me, he's stalking me!" she cried out fearfully.

Trey growled as he stood up, leaving Sam on the bed to be awestruck with the two boys. "You been following my girl?" he asked cockily.

"No, of course I haven't!" said Danny, his voice cracking. Trey was nearing up on him and he was practically pinned to the wall. He couldn't find any more air to talk, and he was sure his throat would explode along with all of his emotions. They were bursting their boundaries, and he could feel his eyes tearing.

"Don't you remember Tucker, Sam?" cried out Danny, using the last breath of air he had. He braced himself for contact with Trey's fist.

"T-Tucker?" asked Sam nervously. "How do you know him?" she asked, motioning for Trey to back off and leave the room. Trey grudgingly left the room. He really didn't want to leave Sam with this—this—this sick demented stalker! As the door shut, Danny forced himself to speak without breaking out in tears.

"Don't you remember me? I'm Danny! Danny Fenton?" he shouted. Sam shook her head slowly.

"Tucker in the car accident? Jazz? Ember, for God's sake!" Danny yelled, eyes glazed. Sam still looked confused.

"Sam, do you know where one of the Fentons were for the past year?" he asked softly, landing on the bed beside her. She shook her head.

"Jail! Do you know who that Fenton was?" he asked.

"No, I don't."

"Me. Danny Fenton. I had been caught supposedly assaulting Vlad Masters twice for what he did to Tucker. Do you know what kept me alive?" Sam shook her head once more, eyes wide.

This boy…there was something about him. An air of familiarity and she couldn't associate it. She wanted nothing more than to kick him in a particularly sensitive area, fetch Trey and get the police on him, but something in her mind and heart told her not to. They told her to listen, and so she did. All of this seemed so far-fetched, but she couldn't help but swallow every word of it.

"You did, Samantha Emile Manson. Your breathtaking beauty, your wondrous individuality, your care for others through a strange Gothic way. You're the only thing that kept me sane for an entire year in that prison, while they forcibly injected me with drugs and tried shocking me. I spent hours in that cell, weeping, hoping, thinking of you. And now I see you. Right here, right now. And truly, I never would have felt better," he said gently. Their faces were only a centimeter apart, and his soft, enchanting blue eyes enthralled her. Sam bit her lip in doubt.

"But why not?" she whispered.

"Because I found you with another man. The second they let me out an hour ago, I raced off non-stop to you to tell you, to have fun with you just like we did in freshman year. But I suppose we can't now. Thanks," he said solemnly. Danny stood up and, with a sigh of depression, started heading out the door.

Sam bit her lip harder. What could she do? This was a man she didn't even know, but he seemed vaguely familiar…

Everything clicked. Sam now knew exactly who he was: her best friend.

"Danny, wait!" she cried out urgently, jumping off the bed. He stopped and turned around.

"Yes, Sam?" he asked calmly.

This wasn't the Danny she knew. He wasn't so calm and together all the time. She expected him to be more upset than anything, but the most emotion she could find in him was disappointment. And not the teenage kind of disappointment; the kind of disappointment parents talked to their child with when they did something incredibly stupid or wrong. She felt like a little puppy or ant, at his mercy.

"I…" What was she supposed to say? She was hooked with Trey, happier than she could remember, but there was always a missing hole somewhere in her, and she couldn't tell what. Now, suddenly, that hole was fixed and full and she felt completely whole.

"It's alright, Sam. I'll see you again. I know it." With this, Danny, instead of walking out the door, transformed and flew out the window.

Trey sat stubbornly on the couch. He heard a cry from Sam's room that sounded a lot like "Danny!" to him. What were they doing up there that he couldn't know? Was he taking Sam from him? No way was that happening.

Trey jumped from the couch and raced up the stairs and wrung the doorknob, desperately flinging it open. The window was closed, and no possible escape could have been made. But yet, Sam was not there.

"SAM!" he cried out angrily.

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Sam slowly opened her eyes. Oh…her head was throbbing horribly. She wanted to stop the pain but couldn't. It stung immensely and she was sure she had thought way too much in the past few hours. But where was she?

Sam decided to peer about a tiny bit. She was in a dungeon-like basement, her nose wrinkled at the stale smell of the stone room. Torches hanging off the wall provided a bright, yet eerie, flickering light as her thick-heeled boots made a grinding noise as they produced friction with the small rocks on the rock floor.

She then noticed that she couldn't move her feet more than about two inches apart. Sam looked down, her black bangs and longer hair in the edges of her vision. Attached at the ankles of her boots were two tight metal cuffs, connected by a chain. She sighed. How did she get herself in these situations?

Sam tried moving her arms forward and apart. Neither worked well. Peering above her, or as good as she could, she found that her arms were also covered in metal cuffs, bounded together by a chain. But not only to each other, a metal plate was level with her hands—curled into fists—and the cuffs had a second link each. Both of them connected with the plate so Sam couldn't move from her position pressed against the wall.

The lights from the torches surged, creating a slightly dimmer atmosphere as a shadow appeared. It took form to a man and in came Vlad Masters, in all his silver-pony-tailed glory. He was, as custom to himself these days, wearing a sneer.

"Hello, dear Samantha," he said.

"What do you want?" yelled Sam urgently, not even trying to wriggle free of the cuffs.

"Ah, impatient, aren't we?" taunted Vlad. "Sam, if you prefer, I offer you a proposition."

"What is it?" she spat, her bangs blocking one violet eye.

"Sam, die, or help me kill Danny."

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LYRICS TO I'M NOT OKAY (I PROMISE):

Well if you wanted honesty that's all you had to say. I never want to let you down or have you go. It's better off this way. For all the dirty looks. The photographs your boyfriend took. Remember when you broke your foot from jumping out the second floor I'm not okay. You wear me out. What will it take to show you that it's not the life it seems. I've told you time and time again you sing the words but don't know. What it means. To be a joke and look. Another line without a hook. I held you close as we both shook. For the last time—take a good hard look. Forget about the dirty looks. The photographs your boyfriend took. You said you'd read me like a book. But the pages all are torn and frayed. Now I'm okay.

Chapter 5

Chapter 6: very soon, I have a lot of inspiration.

Oooh…award for biggest cliffhanger ever goes to: Straying Life! God, this one is killing me, too! I love this chapter, it's so intense. But the next few, we get really serious. The first 3 chapters were nothing, really. Chapter 6 is really going to break your hearts, 7 is going to startle you a lot, 8 is going to be another one that'll break your hearts, 9 is going to break your hearts, too, 10 is sad but also confusing as to why it's going on, and the last chapter, 11, is the worst one of them all. Just warning you. Chapter 4 was the start of the intense ride of this story. After this, everything is a random roller coaster.

Now, to tell you guys of my updates, here it is: M u r d e rer is soon, FMTMG has very little inspiration, but I will admit, chapter 2 is slightly hilarious. After that, though, augh. Anyway…Fusion has a lot of inspiration, but M ur d e rer and TCfSR have more. FF is to be continued really soon, like now, after I work on M u r d e rer and stuff. Yes.