I'M PRETTY MUCH A BEAST.
In case you were not aware of that fact yet.
I officially do not feel guilty for being gone for so long anymore. I couldn't help but giggle like a maniac when you guys freaked out so much at the end of the last chapter, but, as some of you so kindly pointed out, I did make a promise in my profile. And I don't break promises. Ever. Bleck.
Hey, what's up with this rule of no wearing white after labor day? Wth? I'll wear whatever I wanna wear. TAKE THAT FASHION.
Oooo I am all kinds of hyper today.
Derp.
I just found out that my favorite book, The Enemy, is the first of a series of six. LITERARY WINNING.
So I have to read The Dead, which only just came out here in America. And then after that I have to freak out and wait for The Fear, which has only been released in Britain so far.
I WANT TO GO TO BRITAIN. LIKE DANG.
Charlie Sheen quotes...go!
"I'm not bi-polar. I'm bi-winning. I win here, I win there."
"It's been a tsunami of media and I've been riding it on a mercury surfboard."
"I'm tired of pretending I'm not special. I'm tired of pretending I'm not a total bitchin' rockstar from Mars."
Ahaha...what a winner.
I don't own Danny Phantom. Or Charlie Sheen.
OMG I WISH I OWNED CHARLIE SHEEN.
Haha. Enjoy...
Relatives
Chapter Nine: The Choice
September 4, 2011
When Sam opened her eyes, she was lying face down on a warm, carpeted floor. Her eyes were closed. Her body was warm, comfortable. She sighed, revelling in the warmth of the floor.
But that wasn't right. She had been in a bed before...she had been lying on her back. Right? What happened? Slowly, she opened her eyes, turning her head slightly so that she could take in her surroundings. She looked to her right. Her eyes registered a light blue, bare wall. The ceiling was the same color. She turned her head to the left.
A girl was slumped against the wall, her head rolled forward against her chest. Her blonde hair hung limply in her face. Her breathing was ragged and shallow. Her wrists were bound above her head. Sam gasped. The girl heard her. Her head snapped up; piercing blue eyes peered at her through matted blonde locks. When her cracked, dry lips parted, pearly white teeth gleemed in the light of the room.
"I won't hurt you...I can't hurt you." The girl's voice was hoarse, her pain evident. Sam slowly pushed herself to her feet, keeping her eyes in the girl all the while. This was her. This was the demon girl that had been stalking her bedroom.
"Why?" Sam's voice was barely louder than a whisper. "Why...why were you trying to kill me?"
"I wasn't trying to kill you. Not according to my own will, at least. Sam, I'm Lucine. I'm your cousin. I died nine years ago, in a car accident. My father, your uncle, was driven mad with grief. He lashed out and attacked my mother and brother, threatening to kill them if they didn't leave him alone. He went to a psychic, who recalled my spirit and trapped me here. And I've been here ever since. He tried to get me to reinhabit my body, but my humanity wouldn't hold. That's why I was a demon in your bedroom. Because I can't control my spirit anymore. I'm so animalistic while I'm in my body...I never meant to hurt anyone, I swear. You have to believe me."
"So...right now you're...what, a ghost?" Sam asked.
"I guess you could call me that, yeah."
"Does that make me a ghost? Does the fact that I can see you and talk to you right now mean I'm dead?"
"You're not dead. At least, not yet. Have you looked around this room?" Sam glanced around as Lucine asked. "That door, on your right, it leads to life. Well, life on Earth." The door was the purest, darkest black Sam had ever seen in her life. It frightened her.
"What about that white door?" Sam asked, pointing at it. It was on the opposite side of the room, on the wall her closer to where her head had been when she had first woken up.
"That leads to...beyond." Lucine shrugged, which was incredibly awkward considering her wrists were pinned to the wall above her. She winced and readjusted.
"Can't you get out of there?" Sam asked, dropping to her knees beside her cousin.
"I can't leave here unless another soul takes my place." Lucine said. "But as I was saying before, you're not dead. If you were dead, you wouldn't have been able to stop here. You would have just...gone on."
"So...you mean to say that...I have a choice?" Sam asked slowly. Lucine nodded. "But I was stabbed in the chest, there's no way I could have survived that!"
"There are instances in which the blade narrowly misses the heart, causing the victim to collapse in pain, but not die." said Lucine. "Witnesses think the victim's dead, when in reality, they've only fallen unconscious."
"Witnesses...Danny and Tucker," Sam breathed. She closed her eyes, imagining each of their faces. She imagined what they would look like if she was dead. Danny's face crumpled in pain. "I can't leave him," she whispered, opening her eyes to gaze at her cousin. I love him, I can't leave him."
"It won't be easy." Lucine said. "Recovering from a wound powerful enough to send you here will be incredibly painful."
"Danny and Tucker are worth the pain." Sam responded firmly. "But I can't just leave you like this..."
"It's not your fault that my father was insane." Lucine muttered.
"Was? As in, he isn't around anymore to still be insane?"
Suddenly, the black door creaked open. Zane stumbled through, his glassy eyes trained on the white door. He began gliding toward it, apparently unaware of either of the girls. Sam sprang toward him. She seized his upper arms and forced him toward the side wall where Lucine was pinned. Zane struggled to escape her grasp, his scowl deepening more and more. Lucine arched away from the wall just as his wrists slammed against hers. In an instant, Lucine was on her feet, towering over her father, who had just taken her position. "Good riddance," She spat, before turning to her cousin and enveloping her in a hug.
"I don't have a choice. Not the way you do." Lucine whispered as they parted. "I must go on. I don't belong in the living world anymore...I think this week proved that. But you...you still have some unfinished business."
Sam nodded. The girls turned away from each other. Sam took the handle of the black door in her hand. The metal was ice cold. Just as she was about to turn the knob, a voice rang out from behind her:
"He won't be able to escape. Tell my mother and my brother that they're free. Tell them I love them. And Sam? I...I know we never met, but...I love you."
Lucine smiled, before opening the white door. A brilliantly bright light escaped through the crack, before swallowing Lucine. The door clicked shut, leaving Sam alone with her uncle.
"You ungrateful little whelp!" He screeched. "You will never be able to escape my phantom house! You and your ignorant little friends will be trapped there forever!"
"Doubt it." Sam spat. She turned back to the door. She ignored her uncle's cries, taking a deep breath. She was bracing herself. She knew the pain was coming. She knew it wouldn't be easy. But seeing Lucine's blue eyes made her ache to see Danny's.
She felt a blast of cool air wash over her when she swung the door open. Darkness enveloped her, pressing up against her body so forcefully, she could not feel her limbs. She felt the strangest sensation of being sucked down into a whirlpool. And then, she began to feel the pain. It started out dull, just a pressing ache in her ribcage. That ache slowly grew more defined, until it was pinpointed fire in her ribs. Then a searing pain ignited in her chest. She felt something in her throat, cutting off her breathing, making it impossible to gasp. Which is exactly what she needed to do.
She squirmed in pain, rolling to her side and heaving a great cough. She felt something warm and wet dribble down her chin - blood. Well, I'm alive...she thought.
She heard distant, muffled voices. They sounded panicked. They were slowly getting louder, slowly getting closer.
"...the hell was I supposed to know, it's not like I did it on purpose!"
"Just get the damn phone and call the damn ambulance! I swear to God..."
"She's still breathing, she coughed just now!"
"She's been coughing for the last five minutes, and she keeps coughing up blood, call 911!"
Danny and Tucker were arguing. She groaned. They went dead silent. She could feel their eyes on her. A warm hand brushed across her forehead.
"Sam, can you hear me?"
"Y-yes..." She moaned. She could not open her eyes. The pain was too great. "Please...n-nine...they c-can't f-find us...f-fly..."
"She's right, they won't be able to find us...this house doesn't exist! I have to fly her to the hospital, I have to go right now!"
"Hurry!"
She felt a pair of firm-but-gentle hands beneath her, and then she was in the air, pressed against a warm chest. She heard his footsteps change from muted on the carpet to loud and echoing on the hardwood in the hallway, and then, she was soaring, cool air rushing over her heated face.
"It's okay, Sam...everything's gonna be okay...I promise..."
"I am on a drug. It's called Charlie Sheen. It's not available because if you try it, you'll die. Your face will melt off and your children will weep over your exploded body."
THE SAME THING WILL HAPPEN TO YOU IF YOU DON'T REVIEW.
You've been warned.
I haven't asked in a while. SO NOW I'M DEMANDING IT. Leave me a Charlie Sheen quote. BECAUSE I LOVE THAT CRAZY FREAK. I want a bracelet that says "WINNING" on it. I've seen them. I want one.
BECAUSE I'M A WINNER O.O
"If you're a part of my family, I will love you violently."
I love all of my reviewers. Violently. Oh yes.
(:
- Tori
P.S. "I've got a 10,000-year-old brain and the boogers of a 7-year-old." ...in case you were wondering.