Hookay then. I guess I'll announce now that there's very little chance this story will actually develop into an M rated fanfic. It would just seem out of place. Well, maybe not later on, but I dunno… just don't get your hopes up. xD
Enough of the mindless chatter! Of with chapter five! (Squiggles)
Chapter Five
Abduction
The next morning Sam woke up, and stepped out into the kitchen in naught but a pair of striped purple fuzzy socks, and her nightdress. She rubbed at her eyes with a sigh, before fumbling for some eggs, bacon (Both being of vegetarian brand of course), and a pan to cook them on. The pancakes could come later. Within a few minutes the Goth had made two plates of breakfast, one smiling the other frowning, and she set them out on the table. She half hoped he did, half hoped he didn't come for breakfast.
Phantom on the other hand, was actually on the rooftop... sleeping. For as long as he's been making trips out of the Ghost Zone and onto Earth, he's never so much as taken a nap. And yet, there he was, sleeping silently. But as the sun began to rise, there would be no doubt the copters on traffic patrol would see him on the apartment rooftop, do a double take, then probably call the local Ghost Deactivation Force.
By that time Sam had given up on waiting for him, having gotten dressed in a pair of black leggings, a raggedly cut pirate skirt and a white billowy sleeved belly shirt, complete with black vest that was adorned with a scull and cross bones. She half pinned her hair up on either sides, and stepped out side with her spider back on the way to school, sipping on her bottle of water as she went. She'd take this day anew, that was, if they even had classes with half the school blown to smithereens.
Unknown to Sam yet, was the fact that the education bureau refused to cancel school for the Casper High students because of a 'simple ghost attack'. True, in this day and age, ghost attacks were common and had to be dealt with on an every day basis (Not only in Amity Park) - but the fact that Phantom had been the ghost that caused nearly four-fifths of the school to crumble, more people thought at least the rumors and publicity would be enough to cancel the education at least for one day. Wrong. In the same site as the demolished Casper High, were two dozen trailers, and a few open-air tents set up in the front and backyards. Every teacher was present, and that meant every student was expected to be, too.
As Sam walked on her way to said school, the Ghost Prince that was currently in every newspaper and TV report in Amity Park appeared before her in broad daylight. He floated a little in front of her, before he grabbed the bottle of water she had in her hands, and began to chug it down, before coughing loudly as if he were choking. "What..." His eye twitched as he glared at Sam - but there was something about the look he gave her that didn't seem quite as threatening as it usually was. "The Hell did you force me to eat back there! That wasn't meat! That was... th-that was..." He twitched again, looking extremely peeved. "That was a crime against nature..."
"Its Ultra Recyclo Vegetarian Food." She said calmly, trying not to laugh at his expression. "Nothing in either the eggs or the bacon ever had a face." She kept walking, looking amused. She was actually surprised that he had taken the time to eat it...
"That was disgusting!" He cried, still floating a about a foot in front of her even as she walked. "And that wasn't food. Unless it really has been entirely too long since the last time I ate anything from Earth..." He shuddered again, before shoving her water bottle back to her chest. "That was worse than my father's cooking..." He mumbled.
"It doesn't really taste that far from the real thing." She eyed him, slightly amazed at how...real he was acting. "And just think, No Animals died in the making of that breakfast."
"Makes me want to slaughter a cow just to see your reaction..."
She gave him a look, the ultra-recyclo-vegetarian look that told him very bluntly that she would not rest even in death if he was to do that.
He blinked at her, before giving her a very pointed glare, the same kind he gives to pretty much anyone when he's ticked and serious about it. "I don't like that look." He stated simply.
"Sorry." She said softly, her mind prodding her to remember that he was still very dangerous, despite how he was acting. She stopped a little ways from the school. She doubted it would be very good if she walked in beside the ghost prince...
He stopped the moment she did, looking behind him at the mass destruction that was once Casper High. He planted his feet firmly on the ground and stared, a small grin spreading across his face, before he turned back to Sam. "What's wrong, Sammy?" He whispered, the familiar sadistic look returning once again. By now, they were in a rather populated area in town, and there were at least a few people that had already spotted Phantom and the young girl he was with - all of which ended up freezing, then sprinting in the opposite direction. "What's the hold up?"
"Nothing at all." She said simply, taking another step forward, walking briskly towards the school grounds, adjusting her back pack again.
Phantom merely watched her, thankfully not taking a step towards the school while visible. Instead he took one last look at the destruction he caused the night before with a smug grin, and disappeared.
As Samantha walked towards the school, a few of the teachers that were congregating on the sidewalk looked up, spotting her with a look that held a great deal of fear and hesitation. "Is that her?" One of them whispered. "Yeah, Samantha Manson..." "Is she really being possessed by the Ghost Prince?" "You heard what happened last night!" "You don't think he's still around, do you...?"
She walked past him, closing her eyes as if not even hearing the whispers, and found a pamphlet telling where all the classes were located, and made her way to the first one.
As she made her way through the crowd of teens, just like the hallways inside the now nonexistent school, more and more people seemed to avoid her like the plague. It was impossible not to hear the rumors, and since it involved the Phantom... chaos was sure to ensue momentarily. "Ms. Manson!" Mr. Lancer's voice called as he appeared from the crowd - not that she was technically in said crowd, since the closest person to he was around fifteen feet away. "Ms. Manson, could you come with me? There's something I need to discuss with you..."
She bit back a groan, knowing that this probably not a good thing. "Just a moment Mr. Lancer..." She muttered, turning around and headed in the direction of the voice.
Shortly after, the English teacher caught up to her, but he - as the rest of the people have - kept a healthy distance from her. "Samantha... please, come to the front gate with me." He motioned for her to follow, just as the students around them started to veer away from their predicted path. Even more voices were now spreading rumors and talking about the Goth girl that was possessed by Phantom, and the distance between her and the other students only seemed to grow.
"The Front Gate? I have to get to class..." She said slowly, following him to the Front gate, "After yesterday, I don't want to be late..."
"No, Ms. Manson... you won't need to worry about that." He replied in a rather hesitant tone. "Please, follow me." With that, he turned and began to walk towards the fences that adorned the schoolyard close to the street.
She wasn't liking this tone, and she frowned, slowing down as they stopped out next to the gate, and she shifted her weight onto one hip, crossing her arms over her chest. "What is all this about Mr. Lancer..."
"Ms. Manson... I'm not going to mince words with you, since you are a bright girl." He sighed softly, before looking around with the small suspicion that the infamous ghost that followed her was somewhere in close proximity. "You have been hereby expelled from Casper High due to the... rather obvious case at hand."
"EXPELLED!" She shouted, taking a step back in her shock, hands outspread. "None of this is my fault! How could you expel me?"
"Samantha, we can't have your... 'condition'..." Mr. Lancer bit his lip as he fumbled for words. "Putting the other students, or teachers for that matter, in danger." He paused for a moment, before giving her a defeated look. "...Your parents are on their way to relocate you to another school if need be."
She stopped, dropping her hands, her voice raising, to an almost frightened, childish pitch. "My...Parents?"
"I'm aware that you live alone, save for Ms. Albet that visits your place to clean from time to time." He replied without missing a beat. "You need parental guidance for such a task, and I'm sure you're worried sick about your... ghost problem."
She gave him the dirtiest look that she could muster, turning on her heel. She had to get out of here before her parents showed up then. "Dreadfully." She didn't even say goodbye, instead turned on her heel and slipped through the gates, walking swiftly away from the school camp.
Alas, her attempts were in vain. "Oh, Sammy-Kins!" A female voice practically screeched from the roadside, where a rather expensive Benz had pulled up and dropped off an older woman with short blond hair and an elegant, informal dress. Said woman ran up and wrapped her arms around the young Goth girl in an almost hysterical fashion. "I came here as fast as I could! Your father hasn't talked to you, has he?"
"ACK! GERROF!" She squeaked, trying to pry herself out from under the fur lined jacket that her mother was wearing, trying not to gag on the fact that it had once been a living animal. "No! He hasn't yet, and you shouldn't have came!"
It was as if fate that a limo curled around the corner and out stepped a well dressed man, a relieved look on his face when he saw his daughter was alright, and then, it hardened at the sight of his ex-wife. "Sammy! I'm so glad that you are alright!" He pried his daughter from the clutches of the woman, hugging her just as warmly, ignoring her protests.
"...Jeremy, what are you doing here?" Her mother stood up straight, before reaching out to grab Sam's arm harshly, as if ready to pull her away from the man. "Surely such an immature, irresponsible man such as you wouldn't think he could help my poor sweet daughter."
"Me? My daughter shouldn't be near some alcoholic cheating whore like you. Sam already has this bad fashion because of your side of the family, she doesn't need anymore of your influence!" He snapped, refusing to let go of his daughter
"Oh, really?" She sneered back, pulling Sam by her arm so that the poor girl was caught in the middle, turning into a rope in a cruel game of tug-o-war. "Well maybe I wouldn't have cheated if you hadn't have come home so many times drunk off your ass, and yelling at me and my precious Sammy-Kins!"
"Maybe I wouldn't have gotten drunk if you weren't such a frigid ice queen that only wanted my money! The only reason I stayed with you that long is to keep my daughter's mind in place. And now look at what happened! Its all because of you too I'm sure!" He gripped the Goth's wrist so tight that she winced in pain, before throwing them both off of her. "Will you two stop! I'm not going anywhere with either of you!"
"But Sammy-Kins, Mr. Lancer told us about your ghost problem... and after last night's incident with the Phantom, we can't be too careful!" Her mother replied in a patronizing tone. Thankfully for Sam, the rumors about her and the Ghost Prince haven't left the school, but it was only a matter of time before people started putting two and two together - including her parents.
"None of that is your business. You two live your lives, I'm living mine. And there's nothing you can do about it." She snapped, backing away from the two, Jeremy's face becoming somber as he opened his briefcase. "Actually, there is. Your only 15 Sammy, legally, we have complete control over 'it'"
"As much as I'd hate to agree with Jeremy, he's right Sammy." Her mother folded her arms. "And I've decided that we're moving to Florida, away from this wretched city. We'll find you a good exorcist to get rid of the ghost that's haunting you... you know I won't pinch pennies with my only, beloved little girl."
"Rather, We're going up to New York, where I have a team ready and waiting for you, we'll make sure that ghost never comes back, I promise you sweet heart." Her father took a step towards her, "I mean, you did keep my last name for a reason…"
"Which is why the moment we get to Florida, we're going to get that legally changed." The woman shot Jeremy a glare before reaching out and grabbing Sam by the arm - again.
"Like Hell!" She fumed, trying backing up. But they were right, legally, she couldn't do anything against them. "I'm not changing anything! And I am not leaving!" She tried to wrench free, but her mother's manicured hold was tight about her thin wrist.
"Sammy, you - AHHHHH!" Her mother screamed in pain as a bright flash of green light wrapped around her wrist and immediately burned the skin, causing the woman to release her hold on Sam. "Wow... it's no wonder you can't stand them." Phantom appeared with a hazy glow next to the Goth girl, his arms crossed and a rather annoyed look on his expression. He materialized completely, before wrapping one arm around Sam's shoulders possessively, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Sorry I had to intervene, Sammy..."
"Pamela!" Jeremy yelped, suddenly concerned as he took his ex-wife's wrist, tearing off his tie and pouring some of his Desani onto it, wrapping it carefully around her wrist. "Who are you and what do you want with My Daughter!"
Sam didn't move, nor did she fight the ghost off, her eyes locked on her parents stiffly, tears lying faintly in the corners. "I'm not going with either of you..." She said slowly, before making her decision and stepping closer to the phantom.
Phantom didn't seem too terribly surprised the moment Sam edged closer to him, though it was obvious her parents were. "That's a good girl." He cooed, his hand lifting from her shoulder to gently play with the stands of hair that fell at the side of her face. Slowly his gaze shifted from her, towards the two adults that seemed extremely hesitant to approach him. "I suggest you leave my Sammy alone... unless you wish to make this very place your graves." He said with a sadistic smile, his hand raising slowly as it began to shine an emerald green. "Don't want to make the Phantom angry, now do we?"
"N-No of course not." Jeremy gave Sam a pleading look, who only turned her eyes to the side, trying not to make contact. "We...we wont be bothering you." He slowly took a step back, pulling Pamela with him.
Oddly enough, his ex-wife followed him willingly, fear prominent in her eyes as it seemed to outweigh the love for her child. Slowly she grabbed a hold of Jeremy's arm, taking slow steps back as sirens could be heard not a few blocks away. Seems like the few people that spotted the Ghost Prince contacted the right authorities...
"We have to get out of here." Sam said quietly, lifting those violet eyes up to meet green ones. She knew he could have killed her parents easily, and she couldn't help but be thankful that he had restrained. Even if they did drive her mad.
"What, can I not kill them?" Phantom turned to her with an unnerving innocent look, like a child who had been denied ice cream. Unfortunately, he didn't lower his voice for the sake of her parents. Pamela turned white and froze in her tracks, a death grip still on Jeremy's arm.
"Please don't." She said, trying to rein in her normal way of speaking, biting her lip. "They might be crazy, but I don't want them dead."
"Very well." He sighed, but raised his hand once more despite this. "At least allow me to make you loathsome creatures as disgusting as you are on the inside." He grinned before he snapped his fingers, and in an instant, a green flame traveled up the skin on the two adults, leaving in it's wake, horribly painful burns that would soon leave disfigured scars along their entire body. Pamela was the first to scream bloody murder, but that only seemed to amuse Phantom... as to be expected. "Shall we?" The Ghost Prince smiled to Sam, before he bent down and lifted her up into his arms and took to the sky, both of them disappearing into the air as they became invisible.
"NO! MOM! DAD!" The girl screamed, just as he swept her up into his arms, whisking away as her mother's screams echoed in her ears and she buried herself into the Phantom's chest, biting back tears and vomit.. "Why...?" She began to struggle, fight against his hold. She really didn't care how far up they were. "WHY!"
The ghost prince perched atop a rather tall building, making sure they were relatively out of sight before materializing and setting her to the cement floor. "Why?" He asked simply, echoing her words in a puzzled manner. "Wasn't that only right? They suffer as they make others suffer around them..."
"They were my parents!" She shouted, balling her fists to her sides, angry tears in her eyes. "They didn't deserve that! They'll never forgive each other! They'll never forgive me! Do you even think before you do anything?"
"First of all, my dear Sammy, it's not as if they're dead." He stepped closer, her green eyes leering at her despite the fact that he had already emotionally traumatized her. "And second, you haven't the right to question my actions. If you ever raise your voice like that to me again, I'll make sure to leave more than a petty bruise on your neck. Is that clear?"
"You know what? Do it!" She shouted, throwing her hands out before her in aggravation, her violet eyes wide. "I'm tired of this. I'm tired of you! If you're going to kill me, just do it already! You are a self absorbed, spoiled little--" She growled, spinning on her heel, and stormed in the direction of the emergency door, her shoulders stiff with anger. "I'm leaving! Have a nice Afterlife."
For a moment, as Sam turned to leave, it was as if Phantom was truly taken aback. He blinked a few times, gazing at her as she walked with a somewhat surprised look. He wasn't used to a human defying his orders... he wasn't used to being yelled at, period. And if it weren't for the sheer mystery he found this to be, Sam probably would have been scattered across the pavement in fifteen different directions. For a few seconds, the ghostly prince's eyes closed as he seemed to have a silent battle within his subconscious - before he teleported right in front of the door, only a mere foot or so in front of the young girl. For a moment, he still held a harsh glare towards her, but it melted almost too easily into an amused smile. "You never cease to amaze me, Sammy..." He said quietly. "Such bravery and honesty... and a kind heart to boot. You really are quite the catch."
She backed up, glaring at him. She didn't like how he was smiling, if anything, she was expecting to be scattered off in fifteen different directions. "Catch?" She asked suspiciously, not liking where he was going. She really didn't have anywhere else to go, other then over the edge...
"Of course..." He continued smiling as he stepped towards her, his arms outstretched as he spoke. "I think I've finally decided, Sammy..." His voice fell quiet, but it still held the proud tone he carried often. Suddenly, he reached out and gently grabbed the young Goth by the wrist and pulled her closer, his green eyes gazing down at her with satisfaction. "When I overthrow my father... you shall be my queen."
"What the HELL are you on!" She gasped, horrified, and she twisted her wrist in his hold, trying to break free. Right now, that dive off the roof was looking pretty good. "I will not! I refuse!"
He mocked a troubled sigh, looking off into the sky as he kept his iron hold on her wrist. "Oh my... then this won't be too easy, now will it?" He grinned, his free hand waving off to the side, one of his wrist bands glowing a bright green. Moments later a large elongated sphere appeared, where a swirling entrance of ghostly light could be seen just inside. Without blinking, he bent down and scooped her up into his arms, prepared for the fight she would give... before diving into the vortex, the opening closing soon after.
Sam knew whatever that one-track mind of his was planning, wasn't going to be good.
Alright, here's the deal. ChibiSamiSala and I haven't RPed much after this, because we're both busy, and with her being in the Coast Guard – there aren't a whole lot of night when we're both on. I've probably got enough content for one more chapter, but after that the updates are going to go a lot slower – probably a week at least between them, instead of the usual 2 – 4 days.
...Mehehe... I love it when Danny's impulsive. xD Next chapter or two everyone's gonna feel sorry for him. (Snorts)