A/N: After a long wait, here's the new chapter! Enjoy! :)
Michelle stared at Danny for several minutes, before finally saying anything after his long story. During the entire hour that he spoke, she didn't say anything, just let him explain. Her narrowed eyes watched for lying, while her ears listened carefully.
"So… you're Danny Phantom… a half ghost," Michelle shrugged as she looked at her shiny shoes. "'Splains why I get a creepy feeling. But how come you didn't look for a way for it to go away?" the young girl swung her legs back and forth, and Danny was about to answer her question, when Sam came back into the room, carrying two pizza's, a vegetarian cheese pizza and a pepperoni pizza for Danny.
"Wanna watch a movie?" Sam asked as she set the Pizza's on the coffee table, looking at the two expectantly. Her lavender eyes watched Michelle closely for any signs of planning attacks on Danny. Michelle was just putting two slices of cheese pizza on a paper plate, totally at ease around Danny now.
Then Sam's attention fell on Danny, who had half the pizza on his plate already. He was already scarfing down one slice when she mouthed to him: "Did you tell her?" said half ghost nodded toward her, licking a bit of pizza sauce off his chin. Sam suppressed a giggle.
Then she turned to the blank wall in front of her, and picking up a remote, she pressed a button, the Plasma Television set rotating out on the wall. She saw Danny's eyes bug slightly. With a self satisfied smirk, she walked over to the DVD player, and popped in her favorite movie of all time; Labyrinth. It was also kid friendly for Michelle, and that's what she needed. She turned back to the couches and sat down between Danny and Michelle, picking up a plate and loading it with several pieces of pizza. Then she started the movie.
"This isn't a musical is it?" Danny whispered to her, staring as Sarah started reciting her lines with Merlin in front of her. He looked slightly translucent in the dark. But she could still see the slight worry. Danny hated musicals.
"Well…. It has David Bowie in it. And he sings." Right on cue almost, Underground began as Sarah raced home. Danny groaned quite loudly, so Sam and Michelle shushed him in unison.
Several Music numbers later, Danny finished his pizza and decided to go to bed. He hugged Sam and Michelle, and then disappeared to said room. Sam and Michelle looked at each other, a much humored look on their faces, and then burst into laughter. Even though Michelle was young she understood that Sam had put that movie in to mess with Danny.
"I'm gonna go to bed momma." Michelle sighed, hopped off the couch, and traversed the long way to her room in the total dark. Her green eyes glowing slightly as she went, allowing her to see in the dark. "Not to far from now…" a sinister voice snarled out of Michelle.
Sam sighed sadly, picking up the pizza containers and plates, and threw them away. With a click, she turned off the Television, and then went to her room, moving mechanically. It had been a long day, with wild ranging emotions. With another raged sigh, Sam flicked on her light, pulling her jeans off and pulling on a pair of shorts. She turned off the light and then climbed into bed.
The minute Sam's head hit the pillow, she fell asleep un-naturally. Her usual peaceful features contorted in pain and fear. A whimper left her once, and then she succumbed to the effects of her dreams.
Sam was being tortured. A slimy hand wound a long her thigh and she whimpered as the spurs on the finger tips left long gashes on her thighs in the dark. A whip came crashing down on her back the next moment; she was strapped to a post in blinding light, her shirt torn off and long painful gashes screaming across her back. The whip kept coming, a manic laughter filling her ears. "Why?" she kept sobbing, over and over, or screamed it as the whip crashed against her pale back. Tears kept streaming, and then her answer came.
"Because I HATE YOU!" A female voice screamed back at her, and then the image of her daughter flashed into her mind, bright green eyes staring sardonically at her. Then her daughter opened her mouth to talk, and the voice of her torturer flowed out; "I will kill you. And I'll kill Daniel too. No one will stop me."
Then Sam woke up in a pool of sweat and her sheets tangled around her lithe legs. Where she had been scratched on her thighs ached, as did her back. When she turned on her bedside lamp, and threw back the blankets, she stared in shock at the red lines winding down her legs. When she got off the bed, she stared at her now crimson sheets, and then raced to the adjoined bath room, grabbing a mirror.
She stood there, back to the large mirror over the counter, and the smaller mirror off to the side slightly. She looked through it, and then dropped the mirror. There were gashes across her back under the spaghetti top.
A/N: Well, Sam is screwed. XD Cupcakes to whoever can guess what's gonna happen next, and what's going on with Michelle.