Ok, so this is the penultimate chapter. It's almost over my friends. And I won't be writing Danny Phantom until Christmas…wait…what am I saying? I have another DP fanfic writing now, so if you all are interested, you know where to find it. Too bad Internet Explorer keeps kicking me off when I'm trying to get a new story going. :(
Thanks to all my reviewers! And you should hurt me for not answering your reviews personally, but please hold that off until I'm finished: Thoughts-of-Nothingness, Devilchild93, ShortSweet'NToThePoint, bloodmoon13, Skaties, angel-of-the-obvious, Jessi and Amour de l'eau.
Chapter 15: The End?
Disclaimer: I don't own the wonderful Danny Phantom…or that new phone…I'm obsessed I tell you…OBSESSED!! Oh…and I don't own Flash, the fastest man alive.
Phantom could feel the pressure building inside of him as he slammed into the ground outside of the house, Camouflage landing on him. He couldn't fight back, he couldn't feel the pain, he couldn't even see what was in front of him. But what he could see was Sam, his Sam, the Sam he had loved since forever it seemed, yelling in pain at the bottom of a flight of steps. He couldn't manage it, not Sam crying, feeling pain. Not Sam looking helpless. No, he couldn't bear the thought much less the image and he could feel something stirring inside of him. It was power…he could feel it. He lay blindly on the ground, seemingly dead. Camouflage's laugh echoed all around as he sent plasma blast after plasma blast straight into Phantom's chest, his target: the lungs and heart. But the halfa couldn't hear the echoing laugh, neither could he feel the pain he was meant to feel. His mind was being drowned with memories.
Suddenly he felt as if he could produce a ghostly wail that would send Asia spiraling into North America. He felt as if in one breath, he could send the world into another ice age. He felt that an ectoplasmic blast from his finger could destroy an entire city. He felt powerful and he felt the need for revenge.
The pressure inside of him couldn't be controlled any longer and just like pressing building up under the cover of a pot on the stove, Phantom erupted. The power flowed through him, just like blood and he flung Camouflage off of him with his telekinesis. Camouflage went screaming and flying hundreds of metres into the air before landing not too far from Phantom.
Phantom got to his feet without hesitation and with blood in his eyes, he walked over to Camouflage, slowly. Camouflage got to his feet, a swift move, and sent one of his heat blasts to the approaching madman.
Phantom, moving at lightning speed, grabbed the ball and did something impossible. He froze the outside, the fire still raging beneath the ice and he sent it back to Camouflage before the evil ghost could half blink.
It caught Camouflage off guard, both in timing and intensity. It slammed into his shoulder, breaking the bone there. He screamed as he felt his bones freeze completely. He fell in the ground, clutching his arm when the fire spread through it, melting away everything. He watched in horror as his right hand melted away to nothing. There was nothing there…he only had one arm. He screamed even more at the realization. Something in the back of his mind told him that his plan wouldn't become reality. Everything was going wrong. He could feel everything just slipping through his fingers.
All his years of planning and acting were of no use now, just a miserable way to spend the last few years of his incredibly long life. His hope was destroyed with his arm and as he looked at the approaching figure, danger and hatred creating his aura, he felt as if he might as well take his own life.
Phantom was ruthless now; he had no control over what he was doing or what he knew he was going to do. His plan was simple: kill Camouflage and then kill Ben. His actions came easily, his brain only thinking about 'kill Camouflage and then kill Ben', he could barely see Sam now. He didn't want to see her, because when he did, he saw her in pain. And it would only drive him insane, and he would lose himself completely to his ghost side, a problem he had never encountered before. A problem he was unfamiliar with. Giving himself over to his ghostly half in his current state would not go down well with the world. He'd go on a killing spree, killing his human side and giving in to his obsession at death.
No matter what little control he had, he would not allow that to happen.
Camouflage jumped to his feet, indecisive halting his actions. Should he take the cowardly way out and leave, just like he had seven years ago. Or should he stand and defend himself? If he did stay, both of them would not leave the battlefield alive. Either Phantom was going to walk away or Camouflage would. In a split second, the decision was made. Run. Run as fast as you can. Fly too. Just get away from him and never come back. It was just his bad luck that this thought hadn't occurred to him many years before, because today, he was not going to escape.
In the split second it took Camouflage to make his decision, Phantom attacked. Only one of them would walk away.
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Benjamin swore as he rummaged through the drawers in the kitchen. He was looking for a first aid kit. He had no idea where it was. His blood splattered on the floor as he walked cautiously, already feeling woozy from his excess bleeding. He would kill her, no matter what Martin said. He would kill her very soon. And maybe he would just say that she killed herself. Any excuse to get rid of her. He slammed the drawer shut harshly and then kicked it. Big mistake. It hurt. Everything hurt. Who knew the bitch could do so much damage. He could even see one of her nails stuck in his arm. He drew it out painfully and flung it on the floor.
Then an idea hit him, the back-up plan was complete. He knew exactly what he would do. He would fake him own death and set up Samantha as his killer. She would die in prison, but first she would suffer. He would find a way to do it…even if it meant that he would have to go against Camouflage's plan.
He limped painfully into the bathroom. He took a deep breath and almost doubled over in pain. Yes, she had broken something alright. He gritted his teeth and opened the medicine cabinet. Ahh, the first aid kit. He drew it out, collapsing on the toilet seat.
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Sam silently cried, tears streaming down her face and onto her clothes. Shaire hadn't moved his head from her leg since Ben had left. He was very still, quietly breathing. Zoey had curled up on the carpet, knees to chin and hands around her legs. She was creating a world of her own, a temporary one, just to escape. Sam could feel her children's pain and she couldn't help but feel responsible. She had brought all of this on them. And her mind drifted back to the day she had met Danny. He had warned her to stay away. Maybe if she had.
No. She would never regret not listening to him then. It had brought her someone that she could love without thinking, but true love for her had brought many disasters. But she would never regret not listening to Danny. Never. Then how could she blame herself for what was happening? Whose fault was it?
"Mommy," Shaire whispered. Sam's hand went over to his head to gently play with his hair.
"Yes darling, what is it?" Sam asked.
"Ben has changed his mind," he answered. Sam's interest became piqued.
"What does that mean?" Sam asked, desperately hoping that it meant that Ben was deciding to go against the big plan that Camouflage had.
"It means exactly that, mommy. And it also means that we have a chance. Camouflage is weakening and daddy is getting stronger. It really will get better. The only thing I'm worried about is…" he said, trailing off, his eyes trailing over to Zoey. Sam clasped Shaire's shoulder gently as she too looked at Zoey. She was insanely worried. Zoey did not look as if she was aware of what was going on around her. She had pulled herself away from it all…would Sam be able to pull her back from her world?
"What is he planning to do?" Sam asked, determination flowing through her. She pushed her pain aside and took deep breaths. Ben had made a mistake, he had not tied her up. Even then she would have been able to escape. She would have found a way to do it.
"He wants to fake his death and frame you. He wants you arrested and he wants you to die in prison," Shaire said.
'Damnnit, it's exactly the same plan as before!' Sam cursed in her mind.
"What is he doing now?" Sam asked, trying to come up with a simple plan.
"He's putting on a huge bandage over his arm. Good job, mommy," Shaire said.
"Thanks baby," she answered and crept off of the bed, pain flooding her body. She ignored it as best as she could and began to search the room for a weapon.
"I can help," Shaire spoke up. Sam turned to look at her son. A little boy like him shouldn't have to be fighting for his life.
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Benjamin slowly made his way up the stairs, though to himself he was going as fast as he could. He was upset with himself. He hadn't tied them up, not one of them. How stupid was that? He was trying to make himself feel better by repeating in his head that Sam couldn't move while he had been able to throw her over his shoulder. She couldn't move, Shaire couldn't fight with his mother's life in danger and Zoey was so scared of ghosts that she wasn't able to even look at him.
He smirked, proud of himself. He had done a good job so far, it was too bad that he wouldn't finish it the way it was planned. He loved Martin, but this was something that his lover could not control. His hand clasped the knob on his bedroom door. He turned it and pushed it open.
He was instantly confused. There was no Shaire and no Sam, only Zoey, wrapped up in her mind on the floor. He foolishly rushed in and Sam appeared out of thin air in front of him. She swung a mop stick at his knees with her aching right hand, knocking him to the ground. Shaire collapsed on the ground beside Sam. He was gasping for breath. Sam gathered all her strength and kicked Ben in the ribs, over and over again, stomping in his ribcage. He yelled in pain as her heavy boots crashed into and broke many bones in his chest. Tears started streaming down his face. He blinked back a few tears, clearing up his vision. He grabbed her foot and pulled her to the ground. She fell effortlessly.
Ben smirked through his pain and pulled out a knife from his back pocket. He had made a little stop in the kitchen on his way up. He rolled onto Sam and grabbed her throat, squeezing it with all his strength. She started thrashing about on the ground, trying to breathe. Her knees weakly hit his back. He ignored the minor disturbance and raised his knife as high as he could. Gravity wouldn't fail him.
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Phantom could feel his powerful telekinetic force push against Camouflage from either sides. Camouflage cried out in pain. It was as if two spiked walls were pulling together. He could feel the spikes piercing his skin and compacting him. He tried to fight it, using his own force to push it away from him. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration and the doomed walls were pushed away from him slowly. He gritted his teeth and pulled his lips up a little in a smile that came out as a grimace.
"I will beat you," Camouflage said, breathlessly, a little hope flowing through him. He had a way to get out of this. Phantom's face remained deathly, his eyes emotionless, his mouth a thin line.
"No, you won't. I'm positive of that," he said.
"Ha! Did you think I would really enter a fight without a way out? You must be even more stupid than I had thought! Right now Ben is holding your lover and her precious children captive! If you don't give up right now, I will have him kill all of them and you will have to live with the guilt for the rest of your life!" Camouflage yelled with an evil twist to his mouth.
Camouflage had crossed the line. Phantom always knew it was going to come, the real danger that is, but actually hearing it is much different than knowing it would come it turns out. He opened his mouth and let out an incredible yowl of pain, splitting himself into two and producing a ghostly wail at the same time.
Camouflage's eyes widened as he truly saw the end of his plan and the end of his life come hurtling towards him in sound waves. It hit him and sent him spiraling across the property, over the house and a good couple miles out of Amity. Phantom #1 wasted no time in racing after him. He was gone, moving faster than Flash himself.
Phantom #2 went flying to the house at breakneck speed, crashing through the Ben's bedroom ceiling and landing gracefully on the bed. His mouth hung open with what he saw. Had she really done it? Alone?
"Is he…dead?"
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Ben struck almost as soon as he raised his hand. Sam acted just as quickly. She grabbed his hand and twisted it as quickly as she could. He cried out in pain and did his best to throw the knife across the room. Then the scramble began. Sam tried to get from under him and to the knife, but he held her back and connected to the floor. She tried her best. She punched, she screamed, she kicked, she clawed and she thrashed about like a possessed woman. She was wearing him out. He couldn't control her for much longer.
"MARTIN!" He yelled as loudly as possible. Martin had to come to his rescue. Martin had to come and rescue him!
The knife skittered across the floor and bumped into Zoey's shoe, stopping on impact. She jumped and unwrapped herself, pulling herself as far back as possible from whatever had pulled her out of her dream world. Her eyes widened at the sight of the knife. It gleamed slightly and she reached out for it, tentatively. Her hands clasped around the handle and she took it off the floor. Her wide eyes lifted from the floor to rest on Sam and Ben, fighting on the ground a few feet from her. She eyes flicked to her little brother on the floor close to the fight, barely breathing. Her eyes narrowed, she gripped the knife tighter and she got to her feet shakily and quietly.
Shaire held on to his consciousness which he could feel slipping away, just like the sounds of struggle close-by. He had turned both himself and his mother invisible for a few seconds. He had never done that before and he didn't know how he had managed to, but it had taken everything that he had and now he lay on the ground, unable to move and barely able to keep his senses working. He heard a loud, ear-piercing scream and he was hoping that it was Ben who was hurt and not his mommy.
Zoey yelled, over and over again, tears streaming down her face with her hands white and trembling as she stabbed Ben in the back. Once, twice, thrice. He lashed out backward and she jumped back, landing on her back, knife still clasped in her hand. He got to his feet, thrashing in pain. He took a few steps and fell on his knees. Sam watched, eyes wide as he crumbled to the ground, his cries of pain dwindling, but his breathing still working. He was still alive.
Sam scrambled to her feet and limped over to Zoey.
"Give me the knife. Give me the knife," she said. Zoey handed the knife over to Sam quickly, her hands smeared in blood. Sam limped over to Ben and got down on one knee. She grabbed him by the hair and pulled him up to see his face. She smirked at his pain-ridden face.
"I told you Ben that I would kill you if you dared to mess with me or my kids. You didn't believe me. I think you should have because right now, you get to be proof that I never say anything unless I mean it," Sam said. She rolled him over and he looked up at her with worried and terrified eyes.
"Samantha? Samantha! What are you doing? Stop it!" He yelled, "What's going on? Why are we fighting? I love you! It wasn't my fault! Martin took control of my body! He overshadowed me!" Ben begged lamely.
"I don't believe a word of that. And it doesn't matter who beat me up! I've always wanted a chance to kill you," she said. She wasted no more time and the knife ended up in his chest. Several times. Sam watched as he took his last wheezing breaths.
"Is he…dead?" A new voice asked from behind her. She almost smiled. She turned to face him. She hadn't heard him crash through the roof.
"I think he might be," she said. She stood up and he grabbed her foot. She screamed and it was all over. Phantom had sent a plasma blast straight into Ben's face. His hand dropped from Sam's ankle and she pulled away from him quickly. She backed away from him until she backed into Phantom's chest and he wrapped his arms around her. Her legs gave way and she hurt all over. He held her firmly and lifted her into his arms. He set her on the bed gently and went for Shaire.
Shaire curled up into Sam's side as Phantom approached Zoey. She shied away from him, looking as if she would have some kind of attack.
"It's okay Zoey, it just Danny," Sam said.
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Camouflage found himself flying again, this time, the way he had come from. He landed close to the semi-destroyed house. He was winded and destroyed. He had nothing left. He had misjudged his own strength and the strength of Phantom. Phantom landed not too far from him and before he could open his mouth to beg, he felt his body slowly melting away. He screamed, blood-curdling and ear-piercing and, like the wicked witch, melted into nothing. Phantom didn't give him any chance to recover or to savour the little life he had left. Camouflage was now nothing, not even a piece of fabric to prove his presence. He was sure not to come back now.
Phantom's eyes drifted up to Ben's room. Sam was in there and she was alive. Was this truly…the end?
So, I hoped you all liked it. I knew it could have been better but I did the best I could when I was writing it. I would have put this out sooner but I didn't have enough time because I had to go visit my cousins over the weekend. Well, I'm gonna write the next chapter today but you guys won't see it till…the end of the week. Please review and tell me what you think since well, everything is over now.
REVIEW REPLIES FOR CHAPTER 14
Devilchild93
Lol! I have no idea where that came from so I'm kinda disappointed because I won't get any chocolate. I don't know what is wrong with me, since recently I've been craving chocolate. Ooooo….I hope you're happy now!!! Because yes, Sam did kill him! You should be happy now!! Thanks for your review, it made me laugh a lot.
bloodmoon13
Thank you for your review!! WHOO!! I love making people surprised and confuzzled and all of those things!! Yay for chapter 14 and 15!! LOL!! Oh! Cookies for you for remembering that one guy, regardless of how you remembered him!!
Thoughts-of-Nothingness
Well, you asked for an update…HERE IT IS!! And now the wonderful story that has been going strong for two years is at an end. Makes me wanna cry. I'll miss it terribly. Before I start to cry, thanks for reviewing.
ShortSweet'NToThePoint
I should have told you long ago how hard it is to type your name. I'm so used to spaces!! Anyway,at least I got it right.
Ahhhh…I'm glad you still love it and I hope you will for a long time because it'll be done by the end of the week. I'm sad…but many, many thanks for reviewing!!
Amour de l'eau
Thanks so much for reviewing! And I'm ecstatic that you like both stories! Well, I hope you liked how they both died in this chappie, cuz I did…muahahahaaa!! :D!! XD!! You have a French name…I never really was good at French, or maybe I just didn't try hard enough. I prefer Spanish but boy is it hard!
Jessi
Sorry for not updating any sooner, I know how much you love the story. You always review though I don't think you've joined this site. Unless you're too lazy to log in…then I'm still glad you keep on reviewing! Yes, I know, it's almost over. I've already finished the last chapter. It is proof-read and author's noted. I just need the reviewer's names to make it final.
angel-of-the-obvious
Well, Ben isn't alive…and Sam kicked his butt!!!! Who-hooo! Power to the girls!!! Lol! Thanks for reviewing and sorry I didn't do it personally. I never have enough net time these days. :(. Anyway, the next chapter will be out soon so…until then…or whenever. :)
Skaties
I don't think I'm homophobic and I've been called a lesbian already though I'm not. Some people say they wished I was a boy cuz I'd make a hot one. That's such a shame cuz all I want is a hot boyfriend.
