CHAPTER FIVE
Should I continue this? If no one is reading it, I can discontinue it.
I don't own Danny Phantom.
Danny shook his head and pushed back the fear that his two best friends were dead. "I don't know."
GENERAL POV
Sam groaned and moved to rub her eyes, only to freeze when she found that her arms were pressed solidly to her body. Her bright purple eyes shot open and the Goth looked around rapidly, taking in the room around her.
The walls were high, the ceiling a good forty feet above her. The only windows in the room were near the top of the walls, several inches from the ceiling. The room itself was relatively empty; save for a security camera in one corner, the light fixture on the ceiling, and the chair Sam was bound to, the only other thing in the room was an old box that was labelled "miscellaneous" and shoved in the corner.
Craning her neck around as far as she could, Sam realized that she wasn't alone in the room, and with a sigh of relief, she pushed her chair back against Tuckers. "Tuck? Are you awake?"
"Yes," came the soft reply. "I've been awake. Sam, what happened? Where are we?"
Sam shook her head and glanced back up at the window, knowing that she could get to it if she could just get out of her bindings. She began tensing her muscles as she answered the boy's questions.
"I don't know where we are, but as for what happened, Skulker captured us when we were coming out of your computer."
Tucker groaned. "So this is all my fault. Great."
Sam scowled, tugging angrily at the ropes. Normally she would be able to rip through them, no problem, but for some reason she was unable to. "Tucker, this is not your fault. We didn't know that he was there; besides, he could just have easily kidnapped us any other time."
Tucker scoffed. "No, because any other time I would have been able to shut his technology down."
While this was true, Sam didn't say anything, too focused on trying to break free. "These ropes won't break! I think they're made of some kind of super durable….something or other."
Tucker rolled his eyes, about to respond, when a low chuckling came from the side of the room.
The two teens, tied back to back, each whipped their head in the appropriate direction and glared at Skulker as he turned visible.
"Well, here we are," Skulker said with a smirk, crossing his arms. "And you're very correct. You will not break those ropes with your mere childlike body."
Tucker scowled. "You won't get off that easily, Skulker! Aren't you forgetting that I can shut you down without even moving?"
Skulker grinned, his red eyes flashing. "I am certainly aware of this, human. Which is why I have developed a system in this room that will keep you from messing with any technology."
Tucker narrowed his eyes slowly, and Skulker smirked, daring the geek to call him out on his non-existent bluff.
"What do you think, Sam?" Tucker whispered. "Is he serious?"
Sam studied the ghost and shook her head. "I'm not sure, Tuck. I wouldn't risk it."
Tucker slumped in defeat, feeling useless once again, and he glared at the mechanical ghost. "What do you want with us, Skulker?" he asked in annoyance.
Skulker examined his fingers with great interest. "Nothing much. Merely the ghost child. And seeing as you two are much more valuable now that you have shown these growing powers, you. I will have the three greatest prizes adorning my home before long."
Sam and Tucker both looked disgusted, and Sam shook her head. "Jokes on you, dumb ass. Danny doesn't know where we are!"
"Not yet," Skulker corrected. "And I don't plan to tell the little whelp. He and his bratty sister will discover your location soon enough, and then I will have my prize."
He lifted himself off of the floor and smirked. "Of course, once the ghost child is in, the ghost shield will go on, preventing any of you from leaving."
The glint in his eyes changed from humored to mischievous as he looked at Tucker. "At least, it will unless you're willing to die to get out."
He vanished from the room and Tucker scowled, clenching his fists in annoyance and looking around the room. "There has got to be a way to get out of these ropes!" the boy growled in desperation.
His eyes alighted on the box in the corner and something peaked his curiosity. Lifting the blinds on his technology senses, the boy probed the box and grinned when he felt mechanics within the box. "Sam…there's some kind of technology in that box. Should I get it?"
Sam looked at said box in concern. "I don't know Tucker. What if it hurts you? Or can't help us get out? If I can't break these ropes, I'm not sure what can."
Tucker tilted his head thoughtfully. "Skulker said the ropes couldn't be broken by your body. Maybe if there's something sharp in there, it can cut through the ropes?"
Sam sighed. "Even if that is the case, that doesn't answer whether or not you'll get hurt."
"That doesn't matter right now," Tucker protested, focusing his mind on the box and the electronics within it. "If you can get up to that window, we can get out of here. I don't care how much it hurts, I'm not ending up as a pelt on Skulker's wall."
The two shuddered in disgust and fell silent as Tucker dragged the box over inch by inch, the technology inside straining to get out.
Nothing happened while this went on; there was merely a static-y feeling on the back of Tucker's neck. While unusual, it didn't concern him much.
He glanced into the box as it slid to a stop at his feet and grinned upon seeing an old, rusty chainsaw in the box. "Sweet! A chainsaw!"
Sam frowned, immediately suspicious. "A chainsaw? Just lying around for the guy with tech powers to play with? I don't know Tuck, that seems fishy."
Tucker sighed. "I know, Sam, but what choice do we have? I have to at least try."
The Goth didn't respond, not happy with the situation but unable to come up with a better plan. Tucker gulped and squinted his eyes, concentrating.
The chainsaw floated into the air easily and whirred to life with a dying rattle. Tucker winced but gave a small smile when nothing happened to him. "Sam, I think Skulker may have been bluffing about the protection against my powers," he said moving the chainsaw to the ropes that bound the two together.
The second the blade touched the ropes, an enormous shock jolted through Tuckers body and the boy screamed, the saw dropping to the ground and coughing out a dying breath.
Sam yelped and turned her head, trying to get a look at her friend. "Tucker! Are you okay?" she cried.
Shuddering, Tucker gulped and ignored the Goth, focusing again on the saw. When Sam saw it start back up again, she cried out in surprise. "What the hell are you doing?"
Tucker gritted his teeth and gripped the edge of his seat with his fingers. "I have to…get us out," he muttered, bracing his entire body for the shock he knew was coming. "Hang on."
The saw hit the ropes and Tucker's body jerked badly. His teeth were clenched so hard that he thought they were going to snap, and his vision began swimming as electricity coursed through his body in a terrible way.
He vaguely registered Sam's hands gripping onto his shoulders and the small part of his brain that was still functioning knew this meant that he had freed her. He let go of the chainsaw and the device fell to the ground, shattering upon its second impact with the concrete floor.
Tucker slid from his chair and Sam quickly knelt next to him, keeping him from smacking his head on the ground.
"…Tucker? Tucker, can you hear me?" the girl asked in concern.
The geek squished his eyes shut and groaned. "God, Sam, do you have to yell? My head is killing me!"
Sam sighed in relief and leaned back, watching Tucker closely as he sat up. Some color returned to his cheeks as he did so, and his breathing steadied.
When he looked somewhat okay, Sam reached over and punched him lightly. "The hell were you thinking?" she asked him, glaring at the boy.
Tucker raised a slight eyebrow, gesturing to the window. "I was thinking that now you could get us out."
Danny Phantom sighed in frustration and circled the city once more before swinging back around and finding his sister's car patrolling the streets. He landed lightly in the front seat and switched back to Fenton, leaning on the window with a heavy heart.
"There aren't any ghosts in the town, Jazz," the boy whispered. "I can't sense anyone, which means that Tucker and Sam are either in the Ghost Zone, or they were actually kidnapped by real people."
Jazz pulled into an empty parking lot and shut off the car engine, looking at her brother carefully. "Do you want to go back home so we can get into the Ghost Zone and look for them?" she asked softly.
Danny scowled and slammed a hand into the car door. "I don't know!" he cried. "If they were taken by actual people, they could be dead!"
The halfa paused and put his head in his hands as he trembled. "Or worse. If they were taken by a ghost, I'm hoping the ghost just wants me and is holding them for bait. But I don't know! If I stay here, the ghost could get impatient and hurt them. But if I go to the Ghost Zone, and they were kidnapped by humans…"
Danny shook his head, not willing to finish his sentence with the dozens of terrible things bouncing around in his head. Jazz placed a gentle hand on her brother's shoulder.
"Danny….I think we should stay here, search the human world. Sam and Tucker know how to handle ghosts; they've been helping you for forever," Jazz reasoned. "But if they were kidnapped by actual people, and either of them tried to protect the other…I don't even want to think about what could happen to them. Besides, we know these ghosts; how many of them would kill Sam and Tucker if they were using them for bait? If they were killed, the ghost would never get you and all of your enemies know that."
The ghost boy took a deep breath and gave his sister a grim smile. "Thanks, Jazz. Come on. We need to get out of the city. I wish they had some kind of technology on them. Then maybe we could get in touch."
Jazz nodded and pulled the car from the parking lot, turning and driving towards the outskirts of town. "I know, little brother. And I wish we had a power to sense where our friends are."
The orange haired girl sighed and looked at Danny with a thin smile. "Sadly, that's just not the way it works."
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