im back!
It only took a single moment as a smile flit across Danny's face before he propelled Tucker forward, snatching Sam's voluntary arm and waving mockingly before going intangible. Jazz dove forward, ripping the goo off of Tuck quickly to ensure his breathing as Dash chased after the specter, knowing that it was fruitless but attempting it nonetheless. Her cell phone clattered to the floor uselessly, the only remaining article.
Sam closed her eyes, trying to pretend that this was a dream...no, nightmare instead of facing the horrifying reality. His invisible arms wrapped around her roughly, his cheek pressed to the back of her skull as they whizzed through the air and away from safety and into the dark abyss known as Amity Park.
It was mere moments before she was thrust to the ground, her shoulder colliding roughly with linoleum before she realized that she was in some sort of facility, god knows how far she was from the school. Before she could bring herself to her feet she was forced into an upright position, twin metallic devices attached to her wrists by cold hands. She was able to battle Danny as he attempted to do the same to her ankles, her arm flying up and colliding with his jaw.
He reached for the bruise, his eyes alight with confusion as he glared at her and returned to favor. She was unaffected, thrashing against his hold and skidding away. "Don't touch me," She snarled, her combat boots acting as protection.
He lazily flicked his hand and she soared through the air, her hands heavy, colliding with the wall forcefully. She screamed involuntarily, wincing in pain as she writhed against the somewhat solid surface, the 'bracelets' binding her to the wall. "Magnets? Hmm, never thought that was your style, Daniel." She sneered, her legs thankfully free and fully capable of struggle.
"Well, I've made several adjustments, many of my allies found it unwise to have an insecure facility. This is my newest creation, why not use it to my advantage." He maintained a considerable distance, and Sam was aching to kick him square in the jaw.
"Yeah, sure." She stated obtusely, leaning forward in an attempt to break the force's hold.
He laughed slightly, the mild maniac chuckle reserved for villains. "Don't bother, a purple back gorilla couldn't break it, only I can." He teased, taking a bold step forward, going intangible at the perfect moment as her legs flailed at him. "If you let me put the cuffs on your ankles, you'll be free to roam the room." Wow, the whole 810 space. She thought morosely. "If now, I can force you to stay still."
She smiled grimly, "I'll take my chances." He shrugged before going entirely invisible. "Damn," She muttered, feet extended at the ready. At the opportune instant she kicked forward, only to have her ankle captured by the invisible phantom as he clamped on the metal cuff, his hands resting for perhaps a bit too long on her calf. He did the same with the other leg, fingers gently rising up the tibia before resting on her knee. She stiffened, eyes traveling up to the blank ceiling as she attempted to take her mind away unsuccessfully.
When he reappeared Daniel was grinning devilishly, his hand still resting on her leg. She shrugged him off, turning away and swallowing. "What do you want?" It was a stupid question, the one asked in every idiotic horror movie known to man, but it was necessary, nonetheless.
He chose to ignore this, prompting a new topic of his own. "You're not stupid, are you Sammy?" she did not dignify this with a response. "There is no possible chance for escape, and attacking me while only be punished with a swift reprimand." To put it mildly. Before she could even think to ask what these warnings were for, he released her without warning, watching in amusement as she dropped to the ground.
"Thanks for the warning," She complained, rubbing her irritated wrists sourly. Defensively she came to her feet, her ebony hair mussed from the constant torture it had to suffer.
"I have some business to attend to, Sammy, but please, if you are ever in need of anything that I approve of, do not hesitate to call the help." He stated as civilly as possible, going intangible and walking directly out of the closed area.
Sam wasted nearly twenty minutes of searching the room for a weakness before she surrendered to the ground sullenly. With nothing to do but think, she rehashed their entire conversation for a moment, her mind stuck on one of two things. "The help?" She said aloud, instantly remorseful as she flew to the wall once more, this time aided by her ankle cuffs as well.
Seemingly out of nowhere, a figure stepped out, her face blank and completely without expression. Sam went limp, her eyes like saucers as she recognized the servant, everything the same as she remembered apart from the eyes...the dead eyes.
"Valerie?"
im feeling sincerely out of it, so please, constructive criticism is appreciated.