Sam was glowering at her parents as they stood over her. She leaned back on her bed, wondering what kind of punishment they were going to give her now, not that the punishment of going to that charity event wasn't enough. Her mother crossed her arms while her father just looked down at her in disappointment. They were always disappointed in her, but she hadn't cared, but that look in her mother's eyes was foreboding and she wondered how bad it was going to be... or if her mother was still thinking of what she could do to turn her child from what she claimed to believe was unbefitting to one of her station.
"Samantha, we feel that what happened tonight was beyond what even we feared could happen," the red head stated as she continued to glower back at her daughter. "Not only did you act like a low class child with your antics, but you were rude to my friend's child." Oh, so this was about her mother's attempt to get her with another of her social circle. That made sense to the Goth and when she opened her mouth to say something her mother cut her off with, "After all that we have done to ensure that you would find a suitable husband for the future, you just keep showing them how classless you can be and that reflects on us." Sam didn't care about that and while she felt the urge to just disappear before their eyes she knew that her doing that was not the right move, not something that wouldn't backfire if they ever got their hands on her. No, her mother and father wouldn't just send her away, they would send her to a place where tests could be performed on her or they would find a place to stash her while they used their money to do something about her strange powers.
"Your mother is right," her father stated, disappointment on his face and disgust in his tone. "I have allowed for this to continue for far too long while your mother has been telling me that I was being too soft on you, but that stops today." Her eyes narrowed further, her dark brows knitting together at those words. What could her parents do? Well, there were quite a few things. They could send her away, not that she would stay away, but they could cause her friends problems and that was a bigger concern and then there was her alter ego. She would need to stay here to protect her friends and the city that they lived in. She could care less about the others that had tormented her, but like Danny had done she would have to protect them as well. She couldn't just brush them off.
"So," she said, her voice cold, but so soft as her eyes flashed at them. She hadn't realized then that her eyes had flashed green until her mother and father blinked in confusion and she cursed herself. Danny's eyes had never done that, had they? She had never really noticed the change, but judging by her parents reactions something had happened and although she had only felt the surge of power when her emotions had risen she knew that only that could have been the case as she felt no effects from her transformed state. Looking down she knew by looking at the dress she was still wearing that, yes, she was still as she had been. "What are you going to do?"
"We have decided that until other arrangements can be made that you will be staying home," her mother said after a moment, her eyes still watching her own child's amethyst gaze for what she had been sure she had seen just moments ago. When nothing happened, save for their daughter muttering something hateful under her breath, she continued, "A tutor shall be hired and you will continue the rest of your studies for the year under their supervision."
"I hate you," she spat, turning from them for a moment as she felt her emotions rising again. "Get out of my room." At first it seemed that they weren't going to do it, but with a glace toward the other parent the pair left her, the door locking behind her. She shot a look at the now locked door, but paid it little heed. Was this what the kid had been trying to do? Why would he- 'Of course, with me out of the way then he and the other ghosts can run amok.' While she knew that she could escape from the room whenever she wanted, well, when she was alone, that wasn't too much of a problem, but her mother had stated that arrangements would be made for the future so that meant she could very well be taken away from her home and then what could she do? She could run back here, but who was to say how far her parents would send her? "Fuck." Flopping back on her bed she refused to think the worse and wondered if maybe she shouldn't have taken the obvious bait of the small child when she was in the presence of her parents and their "friends".
Said child was hanging out above her house, looking rather pleased with itself, but it wasn't done. No, he wasn't done by a long shot. While her being punished worked to his advantage, he would need her to get sent away or something that would prevent her from stopping them. Maybe an attempt to kill her parents would make them send her away? Smirking he flew into the home of Sam, his eyes taking in the woman before him, her mouth opening to allow a wisp of blue out before she turned to him in surprise.
"You!" she hissed, but before she could do more he flew at her, intent to overshadow her. The goth was thrown back with the force of his invasion, her mind sending out a shock to the rest of her body and with that in mind she fought him, her fingers grasping at her raven locks with a growl of warning. "G-Get...the...f-fuck.. OUT!" It took a lot of fight, her energy already spent from earlier and with her lack of sleep it was taxing her body further, but he was out, his small form on the floor before her. She went to transform when the door was thrust open to reveal her parents, both of them looking around for whatever she had been yelling at, a brow raised on both of them when they found no one there with their daughter. Sam didn't know what to say, so she said nothing, opting that she was better off keeping her trap shut, even with the boy still on the floor before her. He had other ideas though, rushing forward to take the red head's body.
It was so surreal as he made her mother come at her father, knocking him back into a wall before turning his gaze on her. The smirk that twisted her mother's lips wasn't one she had ever seen on her mother's face and with a glance at her father, the male looking between the two from his spot on the ground she wasn't sure if he would be much help, but what could she do?
"Oh, Samantha, I think I know the perfect punishment for you," her mother said in the voice of the child, the chill that went down her back when he produced a rather large axe before taking a step toward her. "Though I can't promise that you'll live after it."
Danny glared at the phone, as if he could see the other male that he was talking to. "What do you mean, she wasn't home and why the hell didn't you call me earlier?" He wasn't happy with his friend, though the dark skinned male had had the right idea, but at the same time who was to say that this ghost wouldn't do like the other ghosts had done in the past? Who was to say he wouldn't attack the halfa out in the open, but while that thought entered his head he was reminded that while the boy ghost had never come off as violent in the pass as he just hated adults this new attack was different than the last one and he did recall that Youngblood had tried to stab his friend, abet with a wooden sword... "Go to her house, Tuck! Something tells me that Youngblood isn't harassing Sam, he's got a plan!" Hanging up he he walked out of the bathroom, sitting down he glared at the back of his parents' heads. He should have been there to help too!
It wasn't that he didn't trust that the Goth wasn't strong enough to protect herself, that had been proven long before she had the powers, when she had been fighting beside him when he had had them. It was the fact that he had no idea what the young ghost had in mind and that was the most worrisome!
"Danny, what's wrong?" He blinked as his mother's face looked back at him, worry in her eyes. Could he tell his mother that he just had a feeling that Sam was in trouble without revealing who she was? It came to mind that this was probably how his Goth friend had felt, knowing that his parents would have understood what had happened and even if he was a ghost that they were his parents. She had always said that. He knew it was true, but he knew why she kept his secret. It was his to tell and not hers. As much as she pushed him, she had been afraid too.
"Nothing," is what he decided to say, even as fear clenched at his heart. Would the other male be able to assist and protect the one person who had stood by his side for so long, longer than even Tucker had. His mother didn't look like she believed him, but with a nod she turned back, though her eyes glanced back at him in the rearview mirror. Even though he had lied to them once, he wasn't going to repeat what he said because that would not only be a lie, but he just couldn't bring himself to say it again. He hoped it was nothing, but it wasn't... not at all.
Tucker grumbled as he ran down the streets, darkness having fallen just about an hour ago. He wondered why Danny was being so paranoid about the Goth. He knew that Danny liked her, but just because a ghost was bothering her didn't mean she was in danger. Sure, her parents could be scary, but that didn't mean that she was in trouble in a way that co-
A cry ripped thru the air around him, the sound coming from the Goth's house that was just a few more houses down from where he was. "Sam?" Looking both ways he crossed the street and upon hitting the steps looked up as the sound of glass shattering echoing around him. Glass rained down on him, but moving to the side he managed to look up as Sam came crashing thru the window above him. She looked like her human half, but why would she be crashing thru a window and seconds later he found out why as her mother came out that same window behind her with what looked like an axe as the moon glinted off of it. "What the hell?!"
He turned to run from the house, watching as Sam transformed mid-air, though it looked like she wasn't really able to right herself. With a cry he ran forward, Jeremy in the window now on a phone, his face pale and sweaty as his hands shook.
"Get away from me!" she screamed as the Goth glanced back at the face of her mother, her eyes flashing green right back at her. "Get out of my mother and get the hell away from me!" She didn't have enough energy to turn around and fight, hell, she had little in the way to keep her transformation and to fly as it was. She was screwed and she knew it.
"Sam!" came a male's voice. She looked down to see Tucker following behind them, his teal eyes wide as he ran. He held up something he had been carrying, the sight of the Jack o'Nine Tails making the Goth smile. She could use that! Turning her body she reached out for the invention and grasping it she continued on as Tucker ducked down when her mother followed. He watched as Sam turned around again and with a flick of her wrist nabbed her mother's form in the tangle of whips, her mouth opening in a cry of pain at the shock. She didn't want to have to do it to her mother, but she needed to get rid of that kid, so when he arose from her mother's body looking rather dazed she looked to Tucker. Did he have it? The male in question pulled out the thermos and with a yank on the cap a blue light emerged. Youngblood didn't even have a chance to react as that same light grabbed his body, the suction of it pulling the boy into it with only a scream of the kid having a fit was heard, the cap promptly closing it.
Sam fell to the ground with a gasp as she reverted to her human form, falling back on the hot tar of the street. "Thank god," she muttered as she closed her eyes, her mother awakening just after Tucker picked up Sam and ran in the other direction, the sound of a car coming. The white of the small van held only a few words in black with a calm font. Amity Park's Calming Waters.
Sam awoke the next day in her bed, her father at her side looking rather worried as he paced the room in front of her.
"What the hell happened?" Her father looked at her, his eyes wide, but he moved to her side, sitting on the bed, still looking shocked. "Why are you lo-"
"Your mother is in the hospital," was all he said, his eyes looking down, the blue in them still cold, but she could see that he was concerned. She wanted to ask him what he meant as the woman that was her mother wasn't hurt. She might have a few scratches like she did, but her mother hadn't been hurt. "I had her committed to the hospital after what she did last night, though the doctors say she seems fine now, I don't want to take a chance." She nodded, her eyes drawn to the fact that her father had a bandage on his head. He moved to place his hand on her shoulder and then seemed to change his mind as he stood, his eyes cold now, no other emotion in his icy gaze.
She saw what he was doing and it forced a scowl on her face. Even with no one to see him, her father was holding up appearances. He loved his wife and while her parents had never said it, not in words, that they had hoped for a son, she had known there was little in the way for love between them and her. "You can go back to school, I'm not going to send you away, but know this, Samantha," he said, a warning in his tone. That of a father and a man who held status. "No one is to know that your mother is in the hospital." With that he turned from her, his warning incomplete, but she knew what he was saying. She was to keep it a secret what happened tonight, the attack on her person, though looking at the mess that was her room she would have a hard time not remembering what had happened. That wouldn't be a problem as it would all be fixed that day, so with a sigh she laid down on her bed. There was a hole in the floor and the window was broken, but she didn't care. She needed to sleep.
And closing her eyes she did just that.