Chapter 8
"I don't care what Tucker says." Sam fumed as soon as she was out the door. "Emily's in trouble and I'm going to find her. After all, that's what friends do...right?" She sounded a bit unsure of herself, and her words lingered in the still air. Not allowing time for the guilt to wash over her, she swiftly retreated to save her best friend.
Emily followed the ghost downstairs to the Ghost Portal. The ghost had no definite form; it was just a flicker of shadow, barely even there. As you needed the thumbprint of a member of the Fenton family to open the doors, the ghost simply went through the doors. Emily did the same. As she did, she heard a faint chuckle from the formless ghost in front of her.
"The boy's idiot parents never bothered to make the doors ghost-proof." the ghost muttered with an accompanying chuckle. Emily felt a surge of annoyance rise up inside of her. Danny's parents were not idiots! Well, his dad was, but his mom was smart!
"Stop your useless thoughts." the ghost said in a bored voice. Oh god, can this ghost can read my mind! Emily thought in a panic. When she gaped at the formless shadow in front of her, though, the ghost just chuckled again.
"It was written all over your face what you were thinking." he reassured her. Emily relaxed again. She followed the ghost through the maze of the Ghost Zone. As he led her through more twists and turns, the uneasy feeling in her stomach grew. Her stomach finally sank to her feet when he stopped in a ghost alley that was extremely chilly.
"You...you're not here to help me save Danny, are you?" Emily asked quietly, her voice trembling from a mixture of fear and cold. The ghost laughed again, a short, sharp bark.
"No." He finally materialized all the way, and Emily could just make out what he looked like in the dim light of the alley. He was tall, with a pale face and pointed nose. His hair was black, elegantly coiled into a neat spiral at the nape of his neck. He wore a long black cape that trailed along the ground.
"I'm here to kill you." He drew a long dagger from the folds of his cloak. It was terrifyingly sharp. Emily gulped. Oh, this can't be good, she thought stupidly. She groped around for her ghost crutches, only to find empty space.
"Oh, are you looking for your crutches?" The ghost smiled a sadistic and malicious smirk. "I got rid of those when we got here."
"No!" Emily's voice rose in a panicked crescendo. "Ghost crutches, activate!" she commanded. There was nothing, no light from her ghost crutches glowing in the dark, no noise as they activated. "Ghost crutches, activate!" Emily's voice became more urgent. Still nothing.
"See?" The ghost spoke again, sneering. He moved closer, the dagger only inches from Emily's chest.
"Without you, Danny will become weaker, as you became weaker without his help. You two are a team, a force, a bond. It was created the moment you met...and will only be broken if one of you dies." The ghost moved even closer, the dagger now just barely brushing Emily's black and pink hazmat suit. "And that, my dear, is what I intend to do. You will be the downfall of the one you love."
"No!" Emily barely had time to hear herself scream before the dagger plunged into her chest and there was nothing.
Back at Danny's house...
"No." Tucker groaned, leaning against the wall of Danny's bedroom. "No...why did I have to say that? Now Sam is going to go after Emily to prove that I'm wrong. I have to stop her...otherwise both of them might be in danger." And without another word, he tore off after Sam.
And a few minutes later, Danny woke up.
A/N: I know this was kinda a short chapter, but its hard to come up with new ideas when you're not REVIEWING! It doesn't take much. I don't care if its one word. Just REVIEW!