I. Am. So. Sorry. It's been so long since I've updated, but it's been a really hectic couple of weeks. I should actually be researching for a report I have, but I already had a bit written up and I feel really bad for not updating for so long. This is a bit longer than some other chapters, but I do hope to start updating sooner now…I hope you like it! (I'm not exactly sure about my writing prowess with fighting scenes)

READ THIS!- I am contemplating whether or not to redo the story…Just replace the chapters with brushed-up versions later. Please review and tell me what you think about this.

Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah. Rub the fact that I don't own this wonderful show in my face, why don't ya?

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Death's Castle

Ch.7

Sam looked on, horrified at the sight of the two beams approaching the luckless person in the middle.

"Danny!" she yelled. Without thinking, she threw her hands in front of her. To her astonishment, a perfectly spherical bubble made up of green energy with an almost frosted look appeared around him. All those present where astounded. The blasts ricocheted onto the two dumbfounded faces which had shot them, and the tumbled to the ground.

Unfortunately, neither Danny, nor Sam noticed Kwan was no longer on the ground. Sam's eyes widened and she opened her mouth. Before she could shout a warning, Kwan, who had snuck up behind Danny, created a clear, green shield bubble. And it was around Danny, trapping him inside. Kwan nodded to Dash before smirking victoriously at Sam. She wanted to hit him, not to mention Dash.

Great, now she was in another completely screwed up situation. Oh joy. This time, Dash's sights were set on her, and Danny couldn't do a thing about it. Not that it stopped him from re-doubling his efforts to get out, which only gave him an aching shoulder in return.

'Crap' She thought worriedly while trying he best to dodge his attacks, 'What the heck did I get into, and how the heck do I get out of it?' She was getting more worried with each passing second. She was no veteran to ghostly warfare, and most of the things she ended up doing were by accident. Not to mention that she was starting to tire out from dodging his repeated punches, and Dash didn't even seem winded. Sam glanced over at Kwan, who was taunting Danny, his hand still on the shield to keep it going.

'I need to break that shield somehow…but what could I do? Danny's way stronger than me right now, and he's not even making any progress at all…but maybe I could just break Kwan's concentration instead.' She dropped a few feet from the air to avoid a blow to her head, 'Dash wouldn't let me anywhere near him though…If only I could learn to shoot those rays…' She studied Dash while flying backwards. Her face brightened slightly, 'I can't, but Dash defiantly can!'

With that thought, a devilish grin spread across her face, scaring Kwan, making Danny curious, and Dash laugh arrogantly.

"What?" Dash goaded, "Are you looking forward that much to getting pounded? Or have you changed you mind?" He sneered.

Even Dash got apprehensive when they saw the grin get wider to an almost maniacal point and a glint in her eyes that could bode no good for the one unlucky enough to be the focus of her attention. With no warning, not even a blink of an eye, she darted right up to Dash's face.

"Wha-."

Thud. Crunch.

The sounds echoed eerily, while the onlookers stared in blatant shock, one dismayed and one ridiculously happy. Sam managed to pull off a marvelous right hook, breakinghis abused nosein unfeasible angles. He didn't react for a moment, probably shocked that a supposed 'helpless female that didn't have enough strength to lift a book' had socked him so hard that he felt nauseous. He floated there in a slight daze as an odd green fluid dripped out of his nose. After the shock had worn off, however, pure rage took its place.

"You!" He bellowed, bringing both hands in front of him to aim at her. He blasted a ray at her, twice as large as normal and radiating with energy, straight at her. This, of course, was exactly what she wanted. She threw herself to the side, barely missing it, and twisted around to see it hit Kwan instead. He yelled loudly, his body twisting in agony as it hit his chest. Then once again, he fell. He was unconscious before he hit the ground. The shield dissipated, leaving an astonished Danny free. He wasted no time, and flew quickly over to Sam's side.

"Thanks Sam!" He said merrily, with a glint of mischief to rival Sam's, "Are you ready to wipe the floor with this guy?"

She smiled wolfishly, which was all the answer he needed. Dash was in prolonged shock, and was plagued with pain-enhanced stupidity, so he was a little less than aware at that point. Danny grinned back.

So Dash didn't notice them flying towards him. He also didn't notice the fist in his gut and the kick to his head (placed nicely over his already messed up nose) until he was falling, and by then it was too late. He hit the ground alongside his minions and was swept away to the blissful realms of unconsciousness.

"That was the most fun I've had in a long time." He declared.

"Yeah," she responded happily, "I've wanted to do that to so many jerks in the past."

"You've got a strong punch." He commented.

Her smile wavered and she looked a little sad.

"Sam?"

"Huh? Oh…nothing. So," she changed the subject, "Do they do that often?" she sounded a bit concerned.

Danny looked at her questioningly.

"Do they always gang up on you like that?"

He grimaced, "Yeah, I can get away sometimes though…"

Her expression was enraged, "Don't they have some sort of judgment system here?"

"Yeah," he answered, "But Walker and I aren't on very good terms."

At her confused countenance, he elaborated, "Walker is the judge, executioner, jury, executioner, jailer, and if necessary the executioner."

"You said executioner three times."

"He likes that part of the job." He explained, the corner of his mouth turned up.

"What's with the names here? Ran out of decent creativity?" She made a face.

"You have no idea." He said wryly, "But come on, I have to get you to the Castle…it's not too far now."

After a short while of flying, they came to an odd ridge, almost like wall climbing up to the odd colored sky.

"It's right past here."

She gasped in compete awe at the spectacle laid out before her after cresting the ridge. It was gigantic! It's didn't seem to have an end, it stretched on as far as the eyes could see, both forwards and sideways. It was made of myriad colors, shapes, and textures, so scrambled together and odd that it didn't seem possible that it could fit together. Yet here it was, standing as if to prove her wrong. Sam shook out of her stupor-like state and followed Danny down the entrance of the monstrosity of a castle.

Each of the double doors were easily fifteen times her height and wide enough to let a crowd past. They were impressive to say the least. Made of a blood red wood, with a design of some kind of black stone and inlays of an odd typed of metal that couldn't seem to stay the same color for more that a second.

"Welcome to Death's Castle." Danny whispered as the doors slowly swung open.

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Okay. How was it? I want to honestly know how the fight scene turned out.

Explanations: The ghost body is built almost identically to the human body, except composed of energy instead of 'solid' matter. In this fic, it is possible for a ghost to actually die in the sense of not existing, but it's a lot more difficult to do than killing a human. Any other questions? Review or email them to me and I'll try to answer them as soon as possible.

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