This may never start,

Tearing out my heart

I'd be your memory

Lost your sense of fear,

Feelings disappeared

Can I be your memory

-Sugar Cult-

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Staring at the cold walls of the gray unforbodding cage Sam sat. Her eyes fixated on those walls that held her in, those walls that trapped her here. The ghost zone let an eerie green glow cast across her pale face. She held her hands together twisting her fingers nervously.

How many people were looking for her, would they find her here? When did she ever let things spiral out of controll? She was so sure she'd been safe, that everything was fine. But Danny and this odd female ghost whose name was Sparks were against her. That bothered her too, what was with this ghost of bright colors, why was he with her?

Sam blinked some of the tiredness from her eyes, how long had she been sitting here, it seemed like years, but it was probably only hours. The goth wondered what everyone else was doing, she wished she had her cell phone on her, but after a check of her pockets she found the only thing she had was the gem of life.

When she found it she had wanted to put it to good use and give it to Danny. He deserved life more than anyone, so she would give it to him. But clearly he neither wanted it or at the moment desreved it. She fingered the velvet cloth it was wrapped in.

She wondered what Vlad was going to do with a Reality Gauntlet, maybe Freakshow had teamed up with Vlad and made a new one to help with world conquest. Maybe Vlad cheated and used it to make Danny weak, or make Danny lose.

Sam pulled her hand from her skirt pocket and thought about those two blue eyes with tears in her own. He seemed so graceful in death. Almost as if he could never let death tear away his composure, it was amazing and depressing. He knew it would end like this, he knew he was going to die. It was just a matter of time.

Sam heard a door and footsteps and then deep murming voices, none of which seemed familar except the pink ghost's shrill female voice. But who was the other one? A cage door opened and she heard a fleeting scream from her mysterious neighbor. Sam was too frightened to look, but she heard dragging and then pleading and begging, laughter, a loud ear splitting crack and a scream, then silence.

The goth girl retreated to the corner shaking, something horrific just took place, and it was about to happen to her.

"My God..." Sam whispered in realization that no one could save her now.

Two hands pounded on the top of her cage. She knew it was to freak her, to test her. She didn't make a sound or even cry. No they were saving her for later, they were simply playing with her now.

But what was it that they were really going to do? So Sam sat in the cold cage, and she was sure another day had passed since the brutal execution of her only comfort.

She knew it was another day because of the piece of bread and small bottle of water that had been thrown to her through the cage. She wisely saved them for when she felt she would die of thrist or hunger, but even then she didn't touch them much. She wasn't sure how long she was going to be trapped here or how much they would feed her.

There were other problems that were going to present themselves to her, was she truly suppose to live her like an animal, there was no bathroom. Sam had never felt so dehumanized in all her life. And in the pit of her stomach a ball of hatred began to form. Her body was growing weak from the lack of movement and nourishment, she was living so horribly for she had no idea how long.

One day she decided she had enough of playing this game. "Danny just kill me now! I don't even care!" She screamed angrily. "Just fucking get it over with Danny!"

There was no respond, usualy he'd laugh or mock her, but there was nothing. Not even from that Sparks, nothing. "Hello?" She called, but she got no answer. A looming shadow made it's way over towards her cage with soft rythmic footsteps and she prepared herself.

Suddenly she felt a jolt run through her haggered body, everything became hazy and unreachable. Before losing complete controll she felt something cold wrap around her waist gently.

Upon awaking Sam saw tiles, light blue tiles. She coughed and looked around, behind her was a closed door to the ghost zone and in front of her was a lab of inventions and a staircase.

"Fenton Works?" Sam choked out, "But how?"

Sam raised herself to her knees and realized she'd been cramped up for such a long time that her legs proved useless at this moment. She heard a door open and footsteps make their way down the steps.

A man in an orange jumpsuit appeared on the staircase and Sam shreiked excitedly. "Mr.Fenton!" She called with glee.

The man who'd looked depressed stopped at the bottom of the step and stared wide eyed for a moment before a large grin made it's way on his face.

"Sam!" He yelled and ran over to her sweeping her up in his big arms.Sam melted at the feeling of human contact, she missed it so much. She realized she may have looked as if she just crawled out of a ditch.

"We've been searching for two weeks, oh my God I'm just so glad you're alive and ok, oh my god." He repeated over and over.

Two weeks, she'd spent fourteen days in there. "My parents, do they miss me?" Sam finally asked as Jack set her down and helped steady her by holding her shoulders.

He beamed at her with sparkling eyes. "Well of course they do, infact lets get you upstairs and we'll call them. Oh Maddie will be so relieved and Jazz, and Tucker, and oh your parents. Come on."

Sam walked nimbly behind him up the stairs and into the kitchen, he sat her down and yelled for Maddie. The woman who was dressed in average cloths came prancing in and stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of the girl in black.

"Samantha!" She voiced half way on the verge of crying. "My God you're, you're here!" She ran over and wrapped the girl in a hug nearly knocking Sam's chair over.

"Mrs.Fenton.Can't. Breathe."

Maddie laughed and let up. "You've been gone for so long, where?"

"You're parents are coming to get you Sam!" Jack announced happily and sat at the table with her.

Sam smiled. "I can I have a drink?" Sam asked quickly, she was so thirsty.

"Of course you can sweetie." Maddie chirped and went to get her a glass of water.

Sweetie? That was Maddie's petname for Danny, did this mean she considered Sam one of her own. It wasn't a huge surprise though, considering all they'd been through, she was accepted as one of their own. Sam beamed uncontrolably, she really missed human contact, to hell with goth indifference.

Maddie placed a glass of water before Sam. The girl felt like her mouth had dried up over the past minute and drank it thirstly. "My goodness Sam, where on Earth have you been?" Maddie asked noticing the goth's nature.

"You're not going to beleive this but I..."

"SAMMYKINS!" A woman with a high pitched voice called just as the front door opened.

Sam was immediately smoothered by a figure in pink that had raced up to grab her, and then another figure in blue followed. If they didn't release her soon she was sure that she would suffocate. Her parents were crying and holding her, Sam never knew they missed her so much. She was glad to be missed though.

"Oh Sam!" Her mother exclaimed while kissing her daughter, "We thought we'd lost you."

"We're so glad to see you again Sam, so relieved." Her father added still holding onto her.

"Where have you been?" They asked.

Sam opened her mouth to say something when she heard my people entering. "Mom Dad why are the Manson's here?" A young female asked just as she entered the kitchen.

"Sam?" She gasped.

"What? Move outta the way Jazz!" Tucker said pushing past her. "Oh my God Sam?"

Sam was then covered in more hugs and more excited voices. She was wondering why they made such a fuss about her, sure she'd been missing for two weeks, but enough was enough. And then came the question again.

"Where have you been?"

"Ok, before the whole world busts in here I'll tell you guys." Sam replied releaxed. "You're not going to believe this but I was kidnapped."

"Kidnapped?"

"Kidnapped?"

"Kidnapped?"

"Yes kidnapped, into the ghost zone." Sam answered at the wide eyed stares.

"Ghost zone?"

"As in the ghostly realm?"

"By a ghost?"

Sam nodded at the last question.

"Well who was the ghost Sam?" Jazz finally asked.

Sam was about to answer, but stopped as she looked at Jazz, Maddie, and Jack. Danny had been their's, how could she tell them that he was a cold blooded killer. That he wasn't the hero anymore. She'd have to explain that their Danny was dead, and she just wasn't sure if she could do it.

meh. I feel as though this story isn't as big as a hit as OE, somehow I don't think I can top that story. But the show must go on despite the lack of reviews. I shall preservere!