Hellbreaker, I wanted to extend it, but at the same time I was drawn to the fact that when I made the next chapter that the fighting, her anguish over her lack of powers, and a few other things would need more time and less of the little stuff. Thanks for the review tho. I always appreciate your reviews and critiques.
Flying through the halls of the large castle Sam had a moment of unease, wondering if she herself was ready for such a battle. All the other small battles had been relatively hard, but only because she was new to the whole ghost thing. Danny had been new to the ghost side too, but he had braved on.
"Though I pushed him at times," she muttered to herself. She had pushed her friend when he hadn't seemed to want to be a hero, when he had really wanted to be a normal boy...not that he would have ever been normal with parents like his. Then again, she had a really good life if truth was told. Sure, it would have been better had their lives been switched. Danny would have had a great life with her parents and being with a pair of ghost fights wouldn't have been bad for the teen who was strange herself. "Does Danny even know how lucky he is?" Then again he had to be a hero too and that had to be difficult for him with the fact that his parents were ghost hunters. He had no time to train, not really, and yet he had managed to get himself to where he had been. Powerful. But had it come at a cost? She was sure it had, not that she had known at the time. How could she have when she never knew what he went through?
She still didn't know all that he had gone through. Her parents were overprotective, to a fault. They would never have understood who she was and hadn't even before the ghost powers. They also would have never left her alone long enough to gain true power. Then again, there were a few things that were similar between the parents. Sam's parents would have pulled an ET. They would have called the government just to check her out, to do an autopsy on her while Danny's parents would have simply done it themselves...she was sure though it wouldn't happen if they knew who he was. No, Sam's would have done it and blamed the Fentons for it! Giving herself a mental shake she blasted open the doors before her. Before her was Pariah, looking less than scared of her. In fact he looked ready to kill her.
"A little new to the game, aren't we little one?"
"Let's skip the small talk and get right to the butt whooping!?" Sam cried before starting her attack. Pariah was ready, slamming into her gut with his large mace, the weapon knocking the breath from her lungs. Falling back she regained her composure, getting back into the fight with amazing speed as she rushed at him, her hands glowing with large white blue balls. "I am not going down that easy!"
"Oh, but you will child!" the large king replied as he too powered up, ready to take her down. Sam could only image how much better her friend could have done this. All the experience he had fighting ghosts and all the time he had over her. The thought that she wasn't good enough caused her to falter, her steps pausing as she wondered how well she was doing in the role that she had taken from a real hero. It was the moment that her enemy needed, taking a shot her at her. She was blasted back into a wall, her head hitting the globe that covered the top part of the suit. She could feel her brain bouncing against her skull, but it was the warm feel of liquid running down her neck that caused her worry and made her think that she was going to die fighting someone who would take down her family! Who would enslave her friends! Kill several of the town for not doing what he wanted.
It was those thoughts that fired her up, but what made her really strong was the thought that Danny believed in her. He wouldn't have truly let her go into a fight if he didn't think she had some power. That she had some strength to protect not only the town, but him and his family. The former halfa would never doubt her! Sure, he had chosen popularity over her and Tucker, ditched them a few times, but the former halfa had always come back, sure that his friends were more important and that he would fight for them even if he hadn't wanted to be the Phantom. He had wanted to hang out wit them and even if he hadn't realized himself, she did...they had always hung out, even if it meant fighting terrifying monsters and ghouls that most people wouldn't have even had the guts to stand up against.
And even though Danny had been shunned and attacked by the very people he had defended he had still kept going. Trading his somewhat normal life to be the hero that his town had needed and now she would do that same thing. She would battle the ghosts that threatened the life of those around her, the people that loved her, the people that shunned her and the people who didn't want to admit that their town was almost always in danger. She would do what her best friend had done. She would be a hero and although she wasn't sure half the time about herself she knew that she had to do her best and that she had to take the responsibility that she had taken with both hands and run with it.
Pariah knocked her back before taking another shot with his mace, but Sam dodged, her body moving with speed and agility as she turned to look at him, a smirk on her face, her confidence boosted by her thoughts of Danny and his own strength. She had that!
"Ooh!" she yelped as she was struck from behind, the mace having come back to take her down!
"Having that much power is a burden! Especially when you don't know what to do with it!" Pariah gloated as he attacked without pause. Most of the blasts missed, but a few managed to hit her, ricocheting of the suit and knocking her back a few steps but with a cry of frustration and power the small Goth shot a large beam out of her hands, the blue white shot hitting Pariah. It caught the King off guard and knocked him back into a familiar place of residence for the ghostly male. With a grunt of concentration Sam found a way to duplicate herself, though only into a pair and nothing more.
"Wow, that is hard," the Goth muttered, but taking the shot she was given she rushed at the king, only to find him coming for her, his anger high at being knocked around by what he considered a mere child. He struck her again, forcing her to fly back and hit a wall. It left her clone alone. The clone rushed at him, determined to do something while the original pulled herself up and out of the rubble left from her failed attack. Closing her eyes she willed the pain in her head to go away before reopening her eyes and rushing at the king again, this time her clone helped her by moving behind the large ghost as Sam sped up. As she hit the large male he toppled back, tripping over the clone and falling back into the sarcophagus. But not before she knocked his crown off, the glowing green item clanking as it hit the ground.
Her clone jumped up and hurried to close the door only to have it thrust out at her, the clone disappearing in a puff of smoke.
"Damn!" the Goth muttered as she rushed over to try and defeat the king before her. He wasn't easy to shut in the large box, even without his crown, but she managed to finally slam the door...the only problem was that it had a lock and she didn't have a key. "I can't stay here forever," she moaned as another notch on the suit went down, her vision becoming fuzzy as sweat poured down her back. It was at that moment the man inside the sarcophagus made another attempt at getting out. "I can't do this!" And in response to her fear a black gloved hand pushed a green key into the lock, turned it, and locked the angry king in his prison.
"But you did, kid," came a female voice. Sam turned around to find that Vlad stood over her and the whole Ghost Zone stood behind him. All of them looked relieved and although she knew that she had done it, she also knew that she wouldn't have been able to do it without help and that was a disappointment. She was sure that even though she and Tucker had helped Danny on several of his ghost catching escapades that he could have taken down all of his enemies without their aide. That he was a ghost that knew how to use his powers while she was barely able to use her powers. With that last thought she found the edges of her vision going black and then there was nothing.