Danny knew he was losing. He was wounded pretty badly, and for every hit he had landed on Plasmius and his copies, he had gotten five back. It was getting more and more difficult for Sam to do anything, because Plasmius and the copies had learned to dodge her so that they'd either miss the attack altogether, or cause it to hit Danny.
"Danny! Get down here!" Sam shouted up to him, waving her arms madly. "We'll fight him together!"
The ghost boy didn't hear her. He was focused only on the other halfa. His earlier state of sheer panic had transformed into an animal-like state of awareness. With an angry cry, he launched himself again at the man, flying over the copies. Plasmius smirked, creating a large sheet of pink energy in front of him with seconds to spare.
"Really, Daniel," he sighed, shaking his head as the boy ran right into the wall. "You are rather impulsive."
"Maybe that will give me the upper hand, you creep." Danny snapped, his green eyes wild. Righting himself, he flew around the pink barrier, kicking Plasmius roughly. He should have known better, because Plasmius shot his hand out, grabbing the boy roughly by his ankle and swinging him up once over his head before throwing him down to the ground. Danny, had he been a normal boy, would have died from the impact. His crash had created a small crater, where he lay stunned at its center. Plasmius laughed, shooting several blasts down, few actually hitting their target. Sam began sprinting to the crater, tears falling from hers eyes. She was standing over Danny before Plasmius could fire off another blast, playing a harsh melody and sending stabbing notes of power up at him.
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Danny hadn't the air in him to cry out as he saw Sam jump to stand over him. Weakly, he poked the boot next to his foot with his toe. Sam ignored him, changing key and striking Plasmius again as he swooped down like a deranged vulture.
"Back off, punk!" the Goth yelled. Danny almost smiled at that, and he would have if the situation had been more appropriate. His vision swam, and he took a deep breath in, exhaling to try and clear his head. It helped a little, and he gave it another go.
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Soon, or so it seemed, Danny had enough air and energy to speak again.
"S-sam!... Wait…"
The Goth attacked Plasmius again, killing off the rest of the copies. Having bought herself a few seconds of time, she turned and grabbed Danny's extended hand, hauling him to his feet. The halfa saw the incoming attack over her shoulder and shot green energy at it, destroying another copy. He spotted the real threat, and took Sam by the shoulders, quickly but gently moving her.
"Sam, cover your ears, and get behind me." He said, already getting into a strong stance. Sam nodded, covering her ears and getting behind him. The halfa took a deep breath in, letting loose his most powerful attack.
Plasmius never saw it coming. His own attack, weak in comparison, vanished on contact with the waves of Danny's ghostly wail. He was sent flying through the air and into a tree, unable to move as the power continued to ram into him, almost pushing him into the tree. His powers failed him then and there, and he transformed back into Masters.
Damn child! What power is this?
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Tucker jumped at the sound of the wail. For a while, he had been unable to see anything of the fight, because of the dust created from Danny's fall. He covered his ears, sending an apologetic glance to Alex. Looking back towards the horrible noise, the boy tried to make out what was going on. Either Plasmius was more or less defeated, and Danny was just finishing the job, or Danny was using his new power as a last resort. Tucker had a feeling what the reason was, and it worried him. The last two times he'd seen, or heard, Danny use that power, the halfa had passed out directly afterwards. It drained him.
"What's going on over there?" he wondered aloud.
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Sam cringed at the power of Danny's attack, almost feeling sorry for Plasmius and then getting over it. Danny's power was loud, so loud that-even with her ears tightly covered- she found herself crouching in the crater to try and escape it without leaving Danny's side.
Danny's hood had fallen back, revealing his snowy white hair. His eyes were tightly shut, and his fists were clenched. He was really giving it his all, trying to keep the wail going for as long as possible. Finally, with a strangled gasp, his power failed on him. The area grew silent, and Danny felt his knees give in. Sam shot to her feet, hooking her arms under his as he fainted and transformed, slowly bringing him down to rest with his head in her lap. Smiling in a happy but tired way, she looked up to confirm whether Plasmius was down or not. He was unconscious.
"Nice job, Danny." She whispered.
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The crater wasn't very deep, and yet Sam still found it difficult to get Danny out of it. The halfa weighed a little more than her, for starters, and he was currently dead weight, making the job all the more aggravating. Sam slipped more than once, ripping the knees of her purple tights and cutting the skin beneath.
By the powers of some Supreme Being, or perhaps the Goth's own stubbornness, the halfa was finally removed from the crater. The dust from the fight had settled slightly, and Sam waved over to Tucker, not wanting to yell in case it woke Plasmius up.
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Tucker nodded at Sam, glancing at Alex for a final time before running over.
"Sam!" he cried happily. The Goth hit him roughly, pointing to Plasmius. "Sorry! But, are the two of you okay? Alex is still out cold." He picked up Danny by his ankles, since Sam still had him by the shoulders. He led the way, turning his head slightly when Sam began speaking.
"We're fine, but this may be a bit of a problem if we can't get one of them to wake up. I can barely carry Danny, and Alex is taller than him. Where the heck is Yassen?"
Tucker shrugged. "He probably left. You know what Alex said about him; he isn't very reliable."
"Maybe he'd actually help if we paid him."
"Ha-ha."
They made it back to Alex, who was as silent and unresponsive as he had ever been in the past ten minutes. It was decided that they'd quickly carry Danny inside, then run back for Alex. It was their best option, with the only other slightly rational one being that one of them carried Danny while the other carried Alex. Sam whispered down to Alex, saying that they'd be right back, and then they took off. Along the way, Tucker said that he thought that he could probably carry Alex alone, if Sam would want to stay with Danny.
"You may be able to, Tuck, but it will take you longer. We don't have the time to spare."
Tucker nodded, stopping in his tracks. They had arrived at the back door, realizing too late that they were without a key to get in. Tucker set Danny's feet down, trying to open the locked door anyway with the power of his boot.
"Tuck!" Sam hissed, looking over her shoulder to the area where the enemy was. "Be quiet! We need to find some other way to get in."
"Well, why don't you just ask?"
Sam and Tucker jumped at the new voice, alarmed. The voice chuckled, and Sam's eyes widened.
"Dairy King, could you let us in, please? We still need to get Alex, but we need to hide Danny in here."
"Sure thing, kiddo!" the voice replied. A moment later, the door opened, and the smell of cheese met the teen's noses. "Now, could the two of you keep a secret?"
The voice paused, waiting until Sam and Tucker nodded, carrying Danny in. The voice cheered merrily. With a cheese scented poof, Alex appeared next to them, still out of it on the floor.
"As a king, I shouldn't be doing so much work. This recession, however, has made it hard to find decent ghosts to help me, don'tcha know? We'll keep this between ourselves, alright?"
Sam and Tucker nodded, smiling broadly. The dairy King grinned, waving and vanishing.
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Tucker quickly shut the door, locking it.
"Now, how are we going to get out of here? Walking is sort of out of the option."
"The Fenton's battle suit is in a lab here. Alex and I saw it when we were here to get the book."
"Sounds like a plan to me. But how are we going to get these two there?"
Sam looked around the room, trying to find something to help them. Her eyes landed on a large rug, and she recalled how, in a movie, people had used something similar, if large leaves and some wood could count as similar, to move wounded people after a catastrophe had taken place. It took "dragging someone around" to a whole new level. Her face set, she pointed to the rug. Tucker didn't understand, so she explained.
"We'll put them on the rug, and then drag them to the lab. I'll think of something when we get to the stairs."
Tucker shrugged, and picked up Danny's feet to help Sam move him to the rug. Alex was quickly placed next to the halfa moments later. After making sure that the two boys were away from the edges so they wouldn't fall off or something, Sam and Tucker each took a corner at the front of the rug, and began the long walk to the lab.
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AN: Sam and Tucker are in for a workout!
Next chapter will be up in a day or two (I'm actually working on chapter 38, so that's why you won't have to wait too long for the next few chapters!), and it will have a few guest stars!