Hellbreaker, yup... mystery time.
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Less than thirty minutes found the pair flying over Amity toward the one theater showing their movie. Sam hadn't even thought of the name, but as they touched down they found that it was the only movie playing at the old looking theater and it didn't seem that they were the only one who had seen that commercial.
"Negaverse Rises?" That was a strange title. Sam nodded at the name. That had been the name of the one she had seen that morning so walking up to the booth she inquired about two tickets. She was given two tickets, but when she went to pay the guy behind the counter shook his head.
"That was strange," she muttered as she pocketed her money, but shrugging the pair went into the large, dark theater. As they moved past the small crowd they found some people they recognized. "Shit," the Goth muttered as she moved to pass the people in front of them which Danny immediately recognized as Dash and Paulina, the pair talking quietly. He hadn't really talked to them in a while and in fact had thought the pair had moved further out of town.
"I thought they moved away?" he questioned. She nodded.
"They did, so why are they here now?" That was the true question, but deciding she didn't want to ruin her movie experience she moved past them with Danny in tow, the halfa throwing the other two a look before disappearing into the room where the movie was already beginning. Rushing to find a seat in the back the Goth sat down in the corner, thankful that she had managed to snag it while others moved past her toward the front. Danny chuckled as he sat down next to her only to find that someone was sitting on her other side. It was strange since most people loved to sit up front, but Sam was one seat down from said person and didn't seem to notice the strange looking guy to her right.
"Sure you want to sit here?" the halfa inquired to which Sam nodded, but her eyes never left the screen where a girl with long blond hair was running toward the screen, her baby blue eyes wide in terror as blood ran down her body. Danny sighed as he sat down, his eyes falling on the screen, but for some reason he couldn't get into the movie and several minutes later found himself falling asleep as the movie droned on. Sam on the other hand was so enthralled that she failed to realize her best friend had passed out next to her.
Over an hour later found her feeling drowsy as her eyelids began to droop, but it didn't really matter because the movie was almost over so forcing her eyes to stay open became a battle as she felt her energy begin to fade until all she saw was black. As soon as she fell asleep the guy to her right stood up, his green eyes flashing as he leaned close to her, his face near inches from hers before touching her head with his. Beginning to chant softly the room filled with the sounds of others chanting, everyone in the room glowing with a green light save for one halfa who hadn't watched the movie so when he awoke to find Sam looking at him without expression except for sleepiness he sat up.
"Did I miss it all?" he groaned. She nodded, but moved to pass him, not a word said as she went to exit the building. The halfa thought she was mad at him, but when he found her outside she was waiting for him, still no real expression on her face.
"Nothing, just feeling a little tired," she muttered as she waited for him to take her to the skies, her hand grasping his as they took to the skies, though the halfa was slightly concerned at her monotone. Shrugging it off for something to look into later he took her back to her house and within minutes found the small Goth crawling into be and passing smooth out, her even breathing telling him that she was gone. Sighing he headed out, but at the same time he felt that something was off, something wasn't right with what he had obviously missed while out at the theater or had it been before that?
Shaking it off again he headed for home as Sam began to groan, her eyes flickering behind their lids as another nightmare took hold of her, but the Goth found unlike last time she couldn't escape it as she groaned again. As she lay there in a fit of sleep a shadow entered her room, his green eyes taking in her state with a frown. Walking to the edge of her bed he leaned out, his hand coming in contact with her head, his long fingers splayed over her pale skin as she broke out in a sweat.
Chanting like in the theater filled the room as the man closed his green orbs in concentration. It took minutes but finally Sam stopped moving, her breathing more shallow as the man removed his hand, his glowing green eyes opening again before he faded into the darkness.
The next morning Sam awoke later than she had in awhile, but the Goth still felt tired. Despite the urgings of her body the raven haired beauty sat up and crawled out of bed, her eye not fully open as she headed for the kitchen, the urge for an energy drink strong as she opened her fridge to pluck one out of the few she kept in the large refrigerator.
The Goth rarely used them, but today with as low as she felt she knew she was going to need it. Guzzling it down she headed back to her room, the need to put her feelings on paper drawing her back to where her art supplies were. It was so strange, this feeling of sadness that came over her and for the life of her she couldn't pinpoint from where it was coming from so with a slight shrug she picked up her large drawing pad and began to sketch. Within minutes two forms began to fill the paper and as time wore on she found herself looking into her parents frowning faces.
"Why would I draw them?" She had given her dead parents very little thought since their death, her mind shutting them out after her heart had. They had little room for her in their own hearts and so she had learned to do the same, but for some reason she felt the need to look at them, to put her feelings for them on paper. They looked back at her as they always had... disappointed. They had been so disappointed in how she had behaved, always blaming Danny for the way she was. Sighing she felt a strange irritation in her eyes just seconds before a tear fell on her sketch blurring some of the pencil between her parents.
Huh? Tears? She hadn't even cried at their funeral. Must be that time. The Goth got a little emotional around her time of the month, but she hardly ever cried. Tossing the picture on the floor she crawled back under the sheets, her dreams safer for her than reality.
A few days later Danny headed over to Sam's house to find out why he hadn't heard from her since their movie date. What he found when he got there was unbelievable. It was just after noon and the small woman was passed out in her bed, her legs hanging out from under the blankets and although it wasn't strange for her to pass out during the day as she hated the daylight for the most part but something bothered him about how she was laying there, still. Hell it seemed like she wasn't even breathing.
Rushing to her side he checked her pulse to find that although she was indeed still breathing that her pulse was low and her breathing shallow.
"Sam," he called softly, but when she didn't even stir he called louder and still she failed to respond. Was she really that tired? Deciding to shake her he stopped as his eyes fell on her open sketch book, the eyes of her parents falling on him as they had when the pair had come over to her home. Her parents had never failed in making him feel unwelcome in their house, but he had refused to be cowed and had continued to come over, more so at times just to aggravate them. It was interesting to see how she had drawn them with that exact expression. Then again she seemed to hold that look all the time so maybe that was how they looked at her.
Although he had been sad for her when they had died he had to admit he was quite happy they were gone because Sam had seemed to be a lot more relaxed with them gone, like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Turning back to the Goth he went back to trying to wake her up, but to no avail. Getting slightly worried he checked her for any devices like what they had gone through with Nocturne, the ghost that had wanted Amity to sleep forever in order to fuel his needs for power.
"Sam, you need to wake up," he whispered next to her ear, this time he got a reaction as her amethyst orbs cracked open, the emotions swirling in them blanked out in seconds. "You okay?" She nodded as she stretched and that was when Danny realized the small woman was barely wearing anything, if she was wearing something under the blankets. He found out as she threw back the covers to reveal what could only be underwear and a bra. "Shit." Turning from her he waited for her to get dressed, but all she did was sit up and stretched again.
"Why are you turning away?" she murmured. "Am I that ugly?" That brought a brighter red to his cheeks.
"No, but you're my friend and friends don't look at each other when- well, you know." Sam let out a dry chuckle as she reached out to grab a large shirt from the edge of her bed, her eyes falling on the clock beside her bed.
"Wow, noon? Didn't realize it was that late." Yawning she crawled out of bed, but Danny still avoided looking at her even when she told him she had put a shirt on. "Danny, I don't know why you're so shy. You've seen me in less."
"That was years ago," the halfa stated as he began to search her drawers for a pair of shorts, anything to cover her ass up. Finding a pair of black shorts he threw them over to her only to find the Goth standing inches behind him. "W-What are you doing?" he stuttered out. The raven haired woman leaned over and kissed him his neck, her warm breath tickling his skin.
"Kissing you... Breathing on you..." she whispered, her voice fading out between each sentence. "Do you not like that?" He gulped, his body having already reacted to her advances, but he couldn't even utter a word before she stepped back. "Of course not since friends don't do that kind of crap." Walking away she disappeared into the hall. "Is there a reason you are here?" The halfa blinked in confusion because his Sam never acted like this. Following her while trying to calm his body down he confessed that he had been a little worried since the movie. "Why?"
"You just seemed so out of it and here you are sleeping late into the afternoon after I have been trying to call you for the last few days." She didn't stop as she headed for the kitchen to grab an energy drink as well as pull out a pack of smokes from her kitchen drawer. "And since when do you smoke?" Grabbing the pack before she could open it he glared at her. "You know that is a bad habit to start."
"Funny, since I have been smoking on and off since I was sixteen," she muttered as she reached out for her pack only to watch her best friend set it on fire with his ghost powers. "Whatever." Reaching back into the drawer she pulled out what looked like a strange stick. "I still have my vapors," she muttered as she pushed a button before taking an inhale. "If that is all that you came to do, you know, to berate me and check up on me I suggest you leave because the only people who did that are dead."
It was like a bomb had been dropped with those words. The pain hitting both, though Sam refused to be drawn back into that while standing before her best friend. Danny's eyes narrowed, but he turned and left, the Goth throwing the closed energy drink through the kitchen window moments later. The shatter echoed in the room even as she leaned back against the cold refrigerator, her mind going back to what she had said and all she could feel was sadness and anger, two emotions that didn't belong together.