Ok, one of my Fave Chapters, I'm excited about it as you can tell. I'm bringing in a character that is half of my personality but with reason so don't kill me!
At anycase, this chapter reveals one of the theories of ghosts that seem to be stuck in my mind. I call them memory ghosts because ghost hunters say that they just repeat events over and over like a broken film. They say it's impossible to talk to a memory ghost because those types of ghosts don't really exist at all like others do.
Oops, said too much. Please continue reading.
Chapter 4:
Elizabeth
"So what are you doing?" Danny asked, looking over Sam's shoulder two months later. They were at Sam's house and she was reading something on the computer. Her Father had returned from his 'vacation' a little over a month ago along with her grandma, her mother still traveling to blow off some steam.
"Reading the story about the play. It's really starting to bug me. I mean like you said, the play seemed too nice. And what the heck is with this freak snow we're having? I mean, it's only snowing in Amity Park since like what the end of August?" Sam looked annoyed as she clicked on something on her laptop.
"It is a little weird." Danny agreed. Tucker was probably doing his newfound money business, shoveling the sidewalks for money. "But the play, the play's turning alright. I don't think it's that bad now."
"But their ghosts, their ghosts are what's bothering me." Sam frowned clicking on something else. "It says here that the town was destroyed and that their ghosts left. So do you think they went to the ghost zone?"
"Probably," Danny shrugged, at the moment he didn't care, he felt like lying down on Sam's bed and falling asleep. He plopped himself on her bed and closed his eyes, yawning.
Sam stared at the screen for a few minutes before hearing a sound, a rustling of a dress or something. She looked in the direction it came from, her bathroom door. Nothing was there, she shrugged, being paranoid isn't always a good thing.
"You must like me a lot." A girl grinned in front of Sam. She was dressed in a medieval blood red dress, her face was pale and her hair was dark brown, falling just past her waist. She was at the edge of Sam's bed, her elbows propped holding her head up, her gray eyes twinkling. "I mean, you're playing me, you're researching about me, you even wonder where I went." Her voice was childish, she only looked about fourteen or fifteen, only a year or so younger than Sam herself. She had a playful look in her eyes. "Don't worry, I'm not here to harm you like that silly box ghost, it's just that you're having dreams of my memories." She frowned slightly at the end of her sentence.
"Huh?" Sam asked completely confused. The girl in front of her, how'd she get in? She glanced at Danny, his ghost sense wasn't going off and he was sleeping, great, just great, she was hallucinating.
"I'm Elizabeth." She smiled at Sam again. "Are you the girlfriend of the halfa?" Sam's eyes widened at the question. "He probably can't sense me, I don't have most ghostly components. When most ghosts die they have a sense of being lost or wanting revenge but when I died there wasn't anything for wanting revenge or being lost, I had Allen and we shared a last dance but I turned into one anyway. It's really silly if you ask me. Ghosts who don't want revenge or aren't lost are called memories by others, because we usually just do the same thing, over and over but we're not actually memories."
"Right." Sam managed out, taking in what the ghost of Elizabeth was saying.
"I'm not making sense am I? Well back to the reason I'm here, I wanted to know what connection you have with me. I mean other than playing me in some silly play. You're having dreams of my memories which I don't feel all that comfortable sharing with you." She frowned slightly once more. "If you could, please stop dreaming about my memories. And if you can't, we must be distant twins or something." She giggled, Sam frowned, was Elizabeth a blonde or something? "Adieu!" She laughed as she phased through Sam's window waving.
"Cold Turkey!" Danny bolted up into a seated position, waking up from his small nap. Sam smiled at him.
"Elizabeth called me your girlfriend." Sam laughed lightly at the bewildered halfa.
"What?" Danny asked, what all had he missed while he was asleep? Sam giggled to herself, closing her laptop and pulling on her jacket.
"I'm going for a run to the mall to check something out, you coming?" Sam asked, wrapping a black scarf on her neck.
"Uh, yeah, sure." Danny jumped off Sam's bed and grabbed his jacket. "We have a rehearsal till seven thirty tomorrow, I'm gonna hate it." Danny groaned.
"I dunno, it might not be so bad." Sam smiled thinking of Elizabeth. Maybe Elizabeth was giving her the good mood she was feeling right now.
"Are you alright? You're really cheerful right now. Seriously, what happened while I was asleep?" Danny asked, burying his hands into his jacket as they walked on the sidewalk.
"Like I said, Elizabeth came by." Sam replied, pulling the jacket closer to her. In the back of her mind she thought of her parents, her mother still at the islands, staying far away from her father who was living in the house with Sam and her grandmother.
"Who's Elizabeth?"
"You know Elizabeth Danny, she's the girl I'm playing." She had turned her walk into a light jog to get warmth running through her. Danny began jogging beside her.
"A ghost? Why didn't I sense her?"
"You were to busy dreaming about that cold turkey." Sam grinned. They walked in a comfortable silence, laughing at random thoughts in their heads.
"Fabric?" Danny asked as Sam walked into a fabric store at the mall, a small shop in the corner of bigger ones.
"Yeah, I need to finish up something, I should be done with it tomorrow, so I'll show you." Sam grinned pulling out black and white fabric.
"Are you in costume design?"
"I don't think I could stand being in costume design." Sam shook her head, bringing the cloths to the cash register to be purchased and cut. She paid for it in cash and walked out of the store, a bag filled with fabric in her hands. "Are you happy that this play thing is almost over?" Sam asked looking at Danny as they walked through the mall, window-shopping.
"Yeah I suppose. I mean yeah, there haven't been any attacks during any of the rehearsals and then there's the box ghost that comes back every week. But I have a feeling that something odd is occurring in the ghost zone, Skulker hasn't even hunted me once since school started, once!" They bought a pretzel to share.
"I don't see why you're complaining, isn't ghosts not attacking a good thing?" Sam asked, tearing a piece off the soft pretzel.
"It used to be but there are so many ghosts after me that makes it seem that something's wrong if they're not." Danny replied, biting down on a piece he tore off.
"Hey Danny, if you meet a ghost and your ghost sense doesn't go off, what would you do?" Sam asked, noticing Elizabeth nearby.
"I'd wonder if the ghost actually was a ghost."
"But I am a ghost you silly boy!" Elizabeth giggled, floating an inch or so off the ground as she appeared in front of them. "You must Danny, the boy who's supposed to play my Allen." Elizabeth leaned floated higher and looked at Danny, eye to eye, their noses almost touching. "He has the same attributes my Allen has," Elizabeth giggled once more, "he even looks a little like him." Elizabeth floated back to being only an inch off the ground, grinning at Sam. "I forgot to tell you before I left and before he woke up, that Pariah Dark had a set of twins, his daughter, Emily is one of the kindest ghosts you'll ever meet and his son… watch out for him." Elizabeth held a dark look in her eyes before smiling once more at Sam. "To you I say adieu." She curtsied and disappeared.
"And that was Elizabeth." Sam looked at Danny who looked shocked. "Yes, she is a ghost Danny."
"But my ghost sense…" He trailed off staring at Sam. A blue wisp escaped from his mouth in a hiccup causing him to look up, the box ghost and Technus were fighting over an Ipod. "This is gonna be so stupid." Danny groaned running away to turn into Danny Phantom.
"I am the box ghost, I own all things square!" The box ghost yelled towards Technus, tugging at the box the Ipod was in.
"But I, Technus, master of all technology, need this hip young device!" Technus shouted back, trying to tear the box from the box ghost's grip.
"Isn't it a bit early for Christmas shopping you two?" Danny floated in front of Technus and the box ghost.
"Meet you back at my place Danny." Sam called up towards the phantom who was smirking above her. She saw him nod and began walking out of the mall. He could take care of those two, no problem.
Half an hour later Sam was sitting in her room, sewing with a white thread on what looked like a jacket. A knock on her window came, causing Sam to look up. She hid the jacket under her pillow and watched as Danny Phantom phased into the room.
"The box ghost was really set on getting that Ipod." Danny groaned, plopping himself on Sam's bed. Just below his right eye, a bruise began to form. He transformed, his jumpsuit turning into jeans and a shirt, his hair turning black and his eyes turning blue.
"Poor baby." Sam made a pouting face with sarcastic sympathy. Danny laughed at her expression causing her to laugh too.
"So about what Elizabeth said, Pariah Dark has twins, the son we need to watch out for. Maybe the son is trying to get all the ghosts to invade Amity."
"Pariah tried that once." Sam replied, pulling out her English book. "We need to do our homework, remember?"
"I remember!" He defended, she had acted like he didn't. "It was the whole reason I came over today!" He pulled out his own English book and began working on the homework with Sam.
"Sure," Sam replied sarcastically, "that's what all the guys say."
"So…" Sam mused half an hour later, balancing a pencil on her nose, her homework done. "How's it going Armstrong?"
"It's going." Danny grumbled. Sam's pencil dropped suddenly and she let out a gasp. "What?"
"This is Allen." Elizabeth's voice giggled, showing the young man who held her close. Danny jerked his head above his book to see. Black hair and dark blue eyes, his features so close to his own. Allen's hair fell onto his face more, most of his hair covering his right eye. He was dressed in a vest, white shirt, and pants, a black cloak attached around his neck.
"He's like me." Allen said, his voice cutting through the silence, his dark blue eyes staring at Danny. "He's like me." Allen floated in front of Danny and eyed him closely. "He looks like me. And she," Allen turned to face Sam. "She feels like you."
"What?" Sam asked, he had felt her? Did that mean he groped her without her knowing?
"Your aura, it's the same as Elizabeth. My apology for letting you think otherwise." Allen bowed. His voice was similar to Danny's, Sam noticed, perhaps more serious and slightly deeper.
"I told you he was kind!" Elizabeth giggled, sitting beside Sam on her desk. Sam looked at Elizabeth, she hadn't but Sam wasn't going to say anything.
"That's October twenty-eighth dunce." Allen frowned at Danny, floating above the boy, checking his homework. "Not August third."
"Well," Elizabeth grinned up at Sam, "for the most part." They watched as the Allen and Danny worked on the English homework. It was amusing to Elizabeth and Sam, Allen and Danny would get in arguments about who had the right answer.
"Later Sam, goodbye Elizabeth and Allen." Danny said, picking up his backpack, his homework done. Elizabeth giggled.
"Oh silly! Allen is going home with you! He wants to get to know you." Elizabeth smiled at a bewildered Danny. Allen appeared by Danny's side.
"Lets go loafer." Allen muttered, leading the way out of Sam's room.
"I'm not a lazy bum!" Danny said defiantly to Allen.
"I didn't say you were." Allen shrugged. Sam shook her head; those two were like meat and vegetables, complete opposites. She closed the door to her room and watched out her window, as Danny seemed to be talking with thin air as he began walking down the street to Fenton Works.
"What's this?" Elizabeth asked, pulling out the jacket looking item from underneath Sam's pillow. Sam rushed to her bed and snatched it away.
"A surprise. It's going to be done tonight. I want to surprise Danny with it tomorrow." Sam shrugged, threading a needle as Elizabeth sat beside her on the bed. "So why do ghosts call you memories?" Sam asked, looking at Elizabeth as she stared out the frozen window. Elizabeth's looked into Sam's eyes with a sad expression before sighing.
"Because I'm here and yet," she went to touch Sam's cheek but her fingers fell right through. Sam didn't even feel the chill of a ghost as Elizabeth's hand went through her, "I am not here at all. I can only be touched by other memories and inanimate objects. Ghosts cannot touch me, either can humans. We are rumored to repeat events, which we often do, repeating the event that made us the happiest. We are also rumored we cannot speak with humans; we're just an old film that keeps skipping back to play the same thing. But that's not true as you can see." Elizabeth sighed.
"I can fly, I can turn intangible and turn invisible but I do not have powers like Danny, I don't have an ecto blast, or anything that I could use to fight because I am simply a memory I can only merely exist." Elizabeth's voice sounded pained. "To only exist without a purpose other than repeat the same event that made you happy is a cruel thing." Sam stopped sewing to give her full attention to Elizabeth. "One event can only bring joy a certain number of times. And to exist like this," she held up her hand, you could almost see through it, "for an eternity, it makes me wish I could be human once more to have a heart that could bleed."
"It doesn't have to be an eternity." Sam whispered. Her eyes widened and clamped her hands over her mouth. Although she wanted to speak her mind, it was not her place; it was only a silly theory. Elizabeth looked at Sam curiously.
"What do you mean?" Elizabeth's voice was curious but kind, she cocked her head to the side, looking at Sam as if in a different light. Sam pulled her hands away from her mouth and sighed.
"It's a theory, just like it's a theory that you're like an old film. The theory is, is that when a ghost stays and doesn't completely cross over, it means there was something left undone, there was something else they needed to do. Most of the time they can't remember so they'll wander around the earth trying to figure out their existence. If they can find what they needed to do and did it then in theory, they will cross over." Sam explained. Elizabeth's eyes widened at her words.
"Imagine!" Elizabeth laughed, floating above Sam's bed, spinning around in her dress. "Imagine that me and Allen, we can finally live in peace! We can finally stop reliving the same memory! We can finally move on!" Elizabeth laughed as Sam shook her head, returning to her sewing.
Danny tossed his backpack on his bed, plopping himself down in his computer seat, annoyed at Allen who was floating in a seated positing just above Danny's bed. That's right, Danny thought noticing the silence in his home, Vlad left last month and insisted that Mom and Dad go and take a vacation in Wisconsin with him for a week, and Jazz, Jazz was probably studying.
"Does it hurt to have a thought?" Allen shot bitterly, his arms folded, glaring at Danny. Danny had insulted him during the walk home.
"Who are you to talk to me that way?" Danny snapped back, turning on his computer.
"I am Prince Allen, ruler of Kingdom Merital." Allen smirked.
"I don't care if you're the Queen of England!" Danny raised his voice, Allen was just so frustrating! Like when he had first met Sam, she was hardly someone he could stand. "Could you leave me alone!" He yelled.
"Danny?" A knock on his door, it was Jazz, probably worried about him about yelling in his room. "Danny is there something you want to talk about?"
"No." Danny said firmly. "I just have an arrogant memory that won't leave me alone." Danny glared at Allen.
"I'm just worried you might be talking to yourself." Jazz's voice faded as she walked away to her room.
"Your sister has much confidence in you." Allen smirked once more.
"Will you shut up already?" Danny snapped.
"Just testing you." Allen mused, moving from the bed to floating next to him. "You are fast to anger, quick to be calm, and slow to forgive, you are like me." Danny rolled his eyes, Allen had said 'you are like me' many times.
"I'm getting better." Danny replied, shrugging Allen off, his angered mood in the back of his mind. The two sat in silence as Danny clicked on items on his computer.
"She wanted to dance with me." Allen said, filling the silence. Danny looked away from his computer to face the floating memory. "All she wanted and I, I couldn't even give her that. What would she think of me if I told her I was a coward? That I had told that archer not to kill me until I got to dance with her for at least a moment. What would she think?" Allen asked more to himself than Danny.
"You seriously want me to answer that?" Danny asked.
"He's just being silly." Elizabeth giggled from Danny's computer screen. Elizabeth must've been in front of Sam's video camera. Danny and Allen turned their attention to the screen. "I've known for hundreds of years Allen, I knew and I thank you, that you wanted to see me happy one last time." She laughed but it Allen flinched at the laugh, he knew it was hollow.
"I'm sorry." Allen bowed his head towards the screen.
Will you guys suddenly kill me if I cancled this story or if I finish it up and edit it, (like completely changing it?)
Adieu
Nightwing