Author's Note: This is really fun to write. Who knows I might even do a comic version of this at my deviantart account, depending how well the story will turn out for me.
'Smiles sheepishly' And I feel weird asking this, but could I get a little more feedback on this. I'd really appreciate it. I feel pretty pathetic on having so many hits with this story yet so little amount of reviews.
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom. If I did, I wouldn't be doing this, now would I?
"Watching backwards as life like pictures
Stinging thoughts, born with phantoms
We danced above a world forgotten
Moments cherished...even now
A train-wrecked heart loves fairy tales
Singing from a gaping wound
However time has left unsettled
My memories play out of tune
You can't unmake a cold mistake
You can't undo the hearts you break
You can't erase the poet's fate
Not even if you try
And she had Audrey Hepburn's smile
With deeper sadder eyes
The only thing she said
No one hears Cassandra cry
Because the earth is standing still
And the truth becomes a lie
A choice profound is bittersweet
No one hears Cassandra cry"
- "Cassandra (Ego Likeness remix)", Cruxshadows
She had hidden behind a dumpster inside an alley of some sort that was in-between a run-down market and an abandone factory at the docks.
She sighed. She was was safe….for now.
She brought her knees up to to her chest, wrapping her arms around them as she suppressed her sobs…
A few moments later fatigue won over her, she was oblivious to the tears she'd work so hard to suppress as they made thin, clear paths down her cheeks, and then she fell asleep.
The dumpster she had her back against was already staining with the red of the blood where her wings had been torn off….
Chapter One; Unheard tears
"This is all your fault!" The Latina fumed.
Sam looked up from her mopping and shot a scathing look at Paulina's direction. When the Latina turned around, flicking her waving mane of long black hair, Sam suddenly had an idea and smirked. Slowly, she raised her mop, and like a baseball bat, swung it at Paulina's bottom, hitting against it with a loud slap.
Paulina cried out of surprise, turning around, and yelling something in Spanish that sounded none-too flattering at Sam. Sam wasn't listening however, instead she was walking away to finish the remainder of her mopping.
As punishment, Lancer had forced the three girls to stay after school and clean up the mess the food fight today had made on the cafeteria. Where Sam had taken the role of mopping, Valerie had been the one cleaning up all the tables with a dishrag.
With the back of her hand, she wiped the sweat off her forehead, glaring at Paulina as she looked up. "Would it kill you to actually do something other than wasting air?"
Paulina glared at her before smiling in faked innocence. "Not as much as it certainly killed me when I didn't dump you sooner from the group," she replied sweetly, and walked off.
Valerie's jaw dropped. That was uncalled for. It was still somewhat a soft spot for her when Paulina and the rest of the popular kids had dumped her from their group when her father had lost his job, leading her to be broke, all thanks to that stupid ghost kid and his dog.
'Why that cocky air-headed little'- "Must not kill, must not kill…" Valerie kept repeating to herself quietly as her left eye began to twitch. She resisted the urge to put a can of ass-whooping on Paulina for two reasons.
One, Valerie had trained herself to go after ghosts, not humans, however annoying the latter turned out to be. And two, there was a witness in the room, whom speaking of which, interrupted Valerie out of her reverie.
"Glad to see you finally seeing the light." said witness remarked.
Valerie turned her face to see Sam had stopped her mopping, chin propped on top of the handle of the mop she held in front of her, as she stared at her.
"What?" Valerie asked shortly.
Sam answered with a jerk of her head toward Paulina's direction. The Latina was taking a seat at one of the tables, sulking. "You seeing Paulina as she truly is." Sam explained casually.
"And what would that be?"
"A superficial little princess of course."
"Huh." Valerie smirked,"Normally, I would agree with that... if it was someone else that said it."
"And why is that?" Sam asked suspiciously.
"Because it's pretty biased coming from you of all people."
Sam narrowed her eyes. "How's that biased?" She demanded.
"Are you sure you're not only saying that because Danny has the hots for her?" Valerie smirked even wider as she saw Sam's jaw clench, tightening the grip she had on her mop.
What she liked best out of her rivalry with the girl was the fact that Sam was both an interesting and worthy rival. That, and the fact that it was just plain fun in pushing her buttons.
"For the last time," Sam said briskly "Danny and I are friends and only friends. I'm not jealous of that." She pointed at an oblivious Paulina who was checking her nails right now.
"Well, since you two are just friends, I guess it won't hurt if other girls come up to him, huh? After all, he's a pretty cute guy…." Valerie reveled at the look suddenly written on Sam's face. She looked just about ready explode.
"Ugh! You know what? Forget it!" Sam answered in disgust, "I don't even know why I'm even having this stupid conversation with you!"
"Hey, you're the one who started it."
"And right now, I'm reaaaaaaaally starting to regret it," Sam countered,"so I suggest you'd back off out of my love life. And Danny's as well."
"Is that a challenge?"
"For you?" Sam suddenly smirked,"Always."
She and Valerie were glowering at each other when Lancer had strolled in. "Gray, Manson," he warned them, "settle down," and sullenly they obeyed. He turned his head around, and inspected the newly-cleaned cafeteria. "I see you three really cleaned this place up nicely. I'm impressed."
"Yeah," Sam said, the sarcasm dripping from her tone as she and Valerie glared pointedly at Paulina "the three of us worked so hard."
The pretty Latina only scoffed. "Whatever. Can we go now?"
Lancer sighed. "Not just yet. If you three don't mind, I'd like another moment of your time…"
"You know I am very disappointed in you three," Lancer told them as they awkwardly followed him down the hallway. It was eerily quiet within its abandoned state, Paulina feeling the goosebumps upon the top of her arms as they stopped before the door that led to the teachers' lounge.
"But sir!" Valerie insisted, "It wasn't our fault-"
Lancer held up his hand, cutting her off. "Really?" he said dryly,"From what I've gathered, it was you three that had started that whole incident, arguing with one another."
The three girls cringed. Okay, that part was kind of true…
"Can't say that I'm surprised though." Lancer continued, "Disappointed? Yes. Surprised? Sadly, no. This isn't your first dispute with one another after all." he grinned suddenly, sadistically,"but believe me, it'll be the last, if I have anything to say about that, because let me tell you, I've just had about enough of it. Usually, for the stunt you pulled today I would've given you a month's worth of detention . However, I've decided I'd like to handle your case much differently."
"What are we going to do?" Sam asked warily.
"Girls," Slowly, for the sake of drama, he opened the door "I'd like you to meet Lynette Mercy."
Standing before them was a pouting girl, nine or so years old. She was a gangly thing with a long neck, dressed simply in only a gray hooded sweatshirt, and faded baggy blue jeans, plain white sneakers poking out of the frayed hems.
Her dark honey-blonde hair was thick, and wavy; pulled back at the nape of her neck into a sloppy ponytail with several feathery strands escaping, and framing her thin face. Freckles scattered across her nose, and she had a mouth that was slightly too full against a delicate chin.
Her wide eyes were behind round glasses, an odd color of warm yellowy-brown, they flashed angrily at Lancer as he had said her name. "It's Lynn!" She snapped.
Lancer sighed. "Sorry, I'll keep that in mind…"
The girl only ignored him and his half-hearted apology. Instead, she studied the girls before her, suddenly taking notice of their presence "Are these the ones?" She demanded coolly.
The girls frowned in puzzlement. "Uh, Mr. Lancer?" Valerie asked slowly "What is she talking about?"
"Girls, this Lynn, my niece. My sister and her husband had to attend a business meeting at the last-minute and couldn't leave Lynn alone for the next few weeks so they dropped her off at my house. Unfortunately my sister seemed to forget that I had my own things to worry about." he scowled suddenly, "As usual." he muttered under his breath. The three girls all looked at him weirdly, cocking their eyebrows. Talk about family issues...
"What does that have to do with...?" Sam trailed off as she, along with Paulina and Valerie widened her eyes. Lancer grinned then.
"Lynn, I'd like you to meet my students." he told the young girl happily,"They'll be watching you for the next following few weeks everyday after school."
"Thrilled," Lynn said flatly, not looking thrilled at all.
Paulina dropped her jaw. Sam sputtered. And Valerie's left eye started to twitch again. "WHAT?!" They yelled as one, so loud that the birds outside had flew out of the trees.
"It's nice to meet you too." Lynn deadpanned.
And with that, the three girls were convinced of one thing and one thing only. They've all died and gone to Hell….
Author's Note: 'Grins Mischievously' Lynn's a fiery one ain't she? Hopefully I've gotten her personality down for you all. 'snickers' I'm already feeling sorry for the girls….
Read and review please. Critique always encouraged.