Chapter 5:

Sam and Dan

Started:

July 30 2012

Edited:

August 05 2012

Uploaded:

August 05 2012

Chapter Warnings:

Torture, explicit language.

Chapter Rating:

Extremely high T

A/N: Sorry about the abrupt change of Point of View later in this chapter. I hate when people do it, and I hate doing it, but in this case it was necessary if you didn't want a chapter half as long as the others, and besides, I really wanted to write in Dan's POV.

Sam's POV

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

I moaned, the loud drip from some leaking faucet or pipe driving me insane. My arms hadn't been untied since I'd been transferred here, my wrists still locked above my head, supporting the weight of my body as my toes barely scraped the ground.

The pain had intensified to the point where there was none anymore. There was just a numb tingle where my armpits were. I'd been stripped of my dignity, my clothes torn from my body and carelessly thrown into some ghostly contraption. Walker had come in occasionally, Bullet by his side like some sort of ravenous, plague-ridden dog following him, begging for scraps.

The warden had just eyed me, nodding as he looked me in the eyes before leaving. Bullet looked over my body, a sick grin plastered on his face before he followed his master.

I suppose I had to consider myself lucky. Aside from allowing me to hang naked from my arms, they hadn't done anything to me yet.

Well, that was about to change.

I opened my eyes from the light slumber I was in as I heard the door to my cell open. I just wanted to sleep, I hadn't been able to for—who knows how long I'd been in here. I kept my attention on the door as a smaller ghost entered. He was cloaked, his head low. I didn't feel threated by him as he looked up at me, offering me a small, nervous smile.

He didn't say anything, and I didn't offer any words either. He set down a case he was carrying, popping it open and rummaging through it, making sure I couldn't see inside. I wasn't concerned, staring ahead and waiting for Walker. I knew he wouldn't be too far behind any unexpected guests.

The little ghost grinned and stood up, walking around and behind me. I paid him no mind until I felt the sharpest prick against the bottom of my foot.

"Son of a—" I jerked my foot away, causing me to sway and I heard a little snarl behind me and a cold hand clamp around my ankle, keeping me still. "Get off of me you little creep!" The little ghost poked the sharp instrument in the exact same place as before, shallow, but enough to hurt, as it drew a line down the bottom of my foot, changing directions to make a little half square, peeling the skin back.

I screamed. I felt no shame as I let all the air in my lungs out as the little ghost began to skin me alive, starting with the bottoms of my feet. Normally I tried to contain myself, to appear stoic and strong to my enemies, but being skinned alive was like nothing I'd ever felt before, and I screamed until my throat bled. The small ghost didn't seem fazed by the blood dripping out of me, running his knife down my calf, slicing more skin off.

He was very precise with his movements. He knew where to hit for maximum pain, and how to make sure I didn't bleed out. There was nothing left to scream, my voice raw and the pain mingling with everything else to create a red haze in my mind.

This progress seemed to go on for hours, the small ghost working his way up. At one point he left the room, granting me a small window of blissful pain free moments before he came back, dragging a crate behind him. He looked at me, before hopping on the crate, pressing the knife against my abdomen and slowly making an incision. I grit my teeth as his small fingers grabbed the flap of skin, slowly, torturously pulling it down. I didn't think I had any scream left in me. I was wrong. I screamed louder than before, the sensitive skin on my stomach making the pain of it all that much more unbearable.

The process of skinning me alive went on for what seemed like hours, but could only be minutes or days. There was no way to know for sure with pain clouding my mind and the rolling blackouts my mind seemed overjoyed for force on me. All I knew was that by the time the heavy door to my cell was slammed open and Walker walked in, his papery face peeled back to show a demented grin.

"Sammy." I grimaced, the edges of my vision clouded with pain and I was probably delirious, but the nickname still drove me up the wall. "You look sufficiently beaten."

I spat at him, my spittle mixed with blood from my raw throat, it landed on his suit and I was mesmerised by it for a moment, the deep red was so blatant against the bleached white material. Walker looked down at his suit, before up at me, and before I knew it, his fist connected with my jaw and I was sent rocking back, the motion aggravating the raw patches of skin on my body.

The torture had only just begun.

Dan's POV

"GET THIS BLASTED COLLAR OFF OF ME!" I snarled, my clawed fingers digging at my neck as I stormed into the pitiful excuse of a hide out. If that washed up excuse for a ghost thought he'd take away my Sam—.

Whoa hold up, when did she become mine?

Ah, fuck it. There's no time to think about that.

"TUCKER!" I could practically feel the veins in my neck throbbing with anger, my face probably an even brighter shade of cyan with my ectoplasm rushed to my face in the mix. "Tucker! God DAMN it man where the fuck are you!?" I snarled in my rage, slamming my hand through the nearest wall as the confused man rounded the corner.

"Dan? Where's Sam? What's—"

"Shut up and get this goddamn mother fucking collar off of me!" Small electric bolts danced along the collar but I barely noticed them, my anger making me shake and some energy making it to my fists, the green glow menacing in the dimly lit hallway.

"Okay, okay, calm down, explain first. What happened?"

"THEY GOT HER YOU STUPID WASTE OF HUMAN FLESH." I admit, I was being a little harsh, but my emotions weren't exactly with me and I really wasn't pleased with Tucker right then. "If I had my powers Vlad wouldn't have been able to take her!"

"Vlad took Sam?" The full severity of the situation seemed to finally dawn on slow little Tucker as he grabbed my arm, ignoring my warning growl as he dragged me into a small room and immediately got to work with my collar. "You're sure?"

My temper was getting the better of me but I reined it in, keeping myself content with clenching and unclenching my fists. "Am I—" I snarled, not completing my sentence as the collar popped off with the slightest electric tingle and I felt the warm tingle of my powers as they rushed up and flowed through my veins, my fists glowing automatically with the sudden buildup of power. I almost laughed at the giddy feeling the power coursing through me caused. Almost jumped and whooped and hollered with joy at the feeling of my old self coming back but held my ground, all too aware of liquid green eyes peeking at me through thick lenses.

"Well?" Tucker asked, and I couldn't help but pick up the all too apparent quavering in his voice as he spoke to me, he knew my powers were back, he could no doubt see it in simply the ghostly glow around my body which had become so much brighter.

I stared at him, noting the way his green eyes darted this way and that, never quite resting on my own, like a humming bird flittering around a patch of flowers. I found myself narrowing my eyes; my lips peeling back to show my sharp teeth.

Vlad had taken something of mine. Something that, though I hadn't had it long, I had come to cherish and enjoy with a flourish I hadn't had since I was fourteen and half-human. I had found something that had long since been taken from me, something I knew I only had this one chance. Something that shouldn't have ever happened and it was mine. I wasn't going to let some dick-faced double crossing chess-obsessed lonely billionaire keep her away from me.

In the few months I'd been hanging out with Tucker and his group of struggling rebels, I'd struggled with my own rebellion: my thoughts. There wasn't any reason for me to feel this way about any of these pathetic bags of flesh, and yet I kept them alive and around.

Tucker I did it because it was oh so amusing to scare him. I kept Valerie alive because she stirred memories of my past- pleasant and unpleasant- and I had to admit I had a soft spot for her, having had a more-than-friends relationship with her before I killed everyone and horribly mutated her father.

But of course there was no real reason for me to keep them all alive other than the above. I just didn't feel like killing them, and as much as the thought disturbed me, I went along with it. I was a ruthless killing machine in a past time. A realm that didn't exist anymore and I knew that as well as that meddling time ghost, which I suspect is why I was allowed out of his layer in the first place.

So my thoughts continued to rebel against me, telling me that these were going to become my friends, that I should trust them. I couldn't understand it. Why would my thoughts betray me like this? My first instincts should be to slaughter, maim, to destroy. But instead they were to keep calm, help them, to protect them.

There were many nights I stayed up growling indecencies over my situation, cursing the fleshbags that soundly slept in the next room over. And her. Always her. It always came back to her. Samantha, Sam, Sammy, take your pick, the girl with the waist long raven hair, sparkling amethyst eyes, and horrible taste in music. The one whose smile lit up the room, whose laugh was like liquid sugar, whose small touches sent electric thrills through me. She was the one who sent the overwhelming desire to protect through me, and who made my knees go weak with a glance.

I hated her most of all.

But yet I knew deep down that I needed her. She was keeping the voices of my two incompatible consciousness at bay, allowed me time to let the real me through. My fists clenched as I thought about it, cursing Danny's underdeveloped mind and petty obsession with protecting everyone was the reason I was in this foolish predicament in the first place. Especially Sam, his love interest and now, as loathe as I was to admit it, my love interest too.

Tucker made a small questioning noise, slamming me back to reality and I realised I hadn't yet answered his question. Yes, I was sure Vlad took Sam. He looked at me expectantly, his eyes pools of uncertainty and fear. Fear of both me and Vlad, I assumed, though his instinctual fear of me had lessened slightly since I didn't immediately throttle him.

"Yes, I'm sure it was Vlad, and we're going to get her back." I saw my teeth flash in the reflection of Tucker's lenses and I cracked my knuckles.

No frootloop takes my Samantha and gets away with it.

A/N:

Hey guys!

Alright so here's the deal, I currently have three active stories in the process of being posted, so this is what I'm going to do:

I'm going to update them in rotation. So, for example, I'm updating Destinies Entwined right now, so the next story will be Inferno because I just updated Lockdown.

So expect the next update to be of Inferno until each story in turn is done.

[And let's hope I don't add any more stories to the rotation! Haha]

I hope I didn't confuse anyone, haha.