A/n: hey guys I'm back. Are you ready, well that's too bad I am and this is the update for running from the grime. Happy summer fellow phans, if you're reading this I'm glad to know I'm not the only person on planet earth who reads at all in the summer.
Alright let's get on with the show, I know I was ambiguous and I ending Paul and Danny on a bad not, please know this is defiantly DxS despite the fact that, Paul is still in love with Danny; he doesn't feel that way about her.
Also I'm going to give a bit more in sight to the other character past other than just Danny's though the main focus is one Danny and Paul doing the whole memory surfing thing. There will be a small, little flash back of some of Ethan's past.
Okay you guys I have some huge news about Danny phantom okay so here's the deal you guys there's a person on YouTube and they know butch Hartman personally they say that Danny phantom is definitely coming back and he is working on the sketches has we speak. Also they told me a little sneak peek of the plot dark Dan returns and vlad seeks Danny's help Danny feels pressured by the media and Danny and Sam are having relationship issues (unforchany they do break up) FEAR NOT THOUGHT THEY BREAK UP TEMPERARILY AND DO GET BACK TOGETHER, SO WHEN THAT HAPPENS DON'T STOP WATCHING IT, THEY GET BACK TOGETHER. The youtubers name is badassassin8807 so if you want more info ask that person I know more.
So this is the second to last chapter, and this one is crazy with a lot of twist so hope you enjoy, now I gotta update the price for danny.
Okay time for
Chapter 18: it's the end
For Danny from Paul
"Look at the stars, Clark. Some of them have been extinguished for thousands of years, but their light is only reaching us now. The past is always influencing the present"
~Smallville lex luthor
For Danny and sam
"take the very breath you gave me take the heart from my chest I'll gladly take her place if you'll let me make this my last request take me out of this world God please-don't take the girl"
tim mcgraw;don't take the girl
for Danny from Sam
"It's not about the ending, it's about the journey."
~ Lex Luthor smallville
Somewhere in Danny's mind
Danny's pov
(a/n: I do not own Danny phantom or hero by nickelback)
I am so high. I can hear heaven.
I am so high. I can hear heaven
I'm not your average 16 year old. I have ghost powers, I am a deity. I am everything everyone wishes they could be. I am the hero that saved innocent pedestrians for two years. I am the god among men that is hailed as such.
I am everything; I am the man of all your dreams. I am a fantasy yet a reality. I am unrealistic yet obviously real.I am a phantom, a hero…
No heaven, no heaven don't hear me.
Or at least that's what they used to tell me. Of course before my ultimate demise, that was who they saw me has. There were billboards, statues held in my honor, my own fan club. There were children reading of my adventure.
Women lining up for me, men who would kill to be me. They hailed me as a deity, to them that's who I was. That's what they thought, but that was never me. No I was just a kid a miserable kid, cursed with tremendous power. I wasn't there god, or their hero.
I couldn't save them, but I did try. That's all I ever did was try, try and fail. I tried to keep my family together, I tried to be the best Danny I could be, I tried to save my parents, I tried to resist dark Dan's possessions, but I failed.
No I was no hero, I never was. The world was in a bad way, the ghosts were striking fear in most hearts. They were unknown and people always feared the unknown. Of course at first I wasn't a hero to them.
I was nothing but a ghost protecting his territory, or some self-absorbed vigilante. Time wore on as I continued to help stop the problem, I had accidentally released. There was a reason the portal didn't work the first time, it was a sign.
It was never supposed to be opened, the worlds were never supposed to collided. But like a fool I never saw it. So I wasn't there hero.And they say that a hero can save us.
Im not gonna stand here and wait.
Once it happened there was no stopping it, our portal opened and so did other natural ones. It was set we were haunted; all of us, and it was my fault. The optimistic ones believed someone would come, and deliver us. Or maybe the ghost would just stay away. I knew better, I had the power.
I had nothing to lose. Jazz and tucker were long gone by then, with no possible way to get back to grimey waters, the ghost scattered the earth most went to Amity Park. There were ghost all over, and no one measured up to them.
The power of a ghost was powerful, no human knew what to do, they were useless and so were there technologies, if they had them they knew not how to use them. It seemed hopeless for all, yet still some believed.
There hope was stupid, beyond stupid no one would ever save them. It was everyone for them, and that was that. But this was my fault and my responsibity so I wasn't going to wait for their fake knight in shining amour.
I was going to do what I was supposed, and use my powers to help them, and save the ones who couldn't save themselves, or I would die trying. I had nothing to lose.
I'll hold onto the wings of the eagles.
Watch as they all fly away.
The world was changing so fast, and everyone was questioning things they never knew, they were questioning thing they could never understand. It wasn't for them to understand, because ignorance is bliss.
Their destiny was to b3 normal, to enjoy life and live a normal life filled with white picket fences and 9 to 5, but my life was different. I never had that luxury. That wasn't my destiny. It was far greater. I had this power this power that very few had, and I made a decision to do something with it.
That was my destiny, it was impossible and completely irrational, yet so was everything else in my life. I always stood in the distance I always watched even as I did have friends, I was still alone. It was also my destiny.
I had embraced it long ago, I had embraced that the universe hated me, I had embraced that I was different. So I fought, even though it made me feel even worse, even more alone I fought. There was no saving me I knew that, but I needed to fight.
I needed to save them; it was my entire fault after all. I flew to city after city and I fought them, I stopped them only temporarily. I became what they thought they were looking for, although in my own heart I knew I was nothing more, than another guy.
I was no more of a hero than they were; in fact they were probably a better hero than I was. Still I fought, because in truth if I didn't who else would. As they became safer I became more broken, and dark Dan grew.
As I saved the world in the façade of a hero my family broke down piece by piece. As they each got there happily ever after, I got farther away from my, but I deserved it. It was my family who should have been spared.
Someone told me love will all save us.
But how can that be, look what love gave us.
My life became an endless bottomless pit, of swooping and saving and playing hero. There was nothing to look forward to, there was only pain. The pain of my parents fighting, the pain of my evil self-inside of me, getting stronger every day.
The pain of the feeling that that was has good as it gets. I was barely going to school, and my sanity was slipping more with each day. It didn't help that I would always see a happy pair, so in love. I thought I'd never have it, I sure didn't with paul.
The world thought they knew me, they thought it was easy to be me. They would never know how loney it was. They would never know the prices I would pay. Even though my parents fought they had love, and without jazz and tucker to keep my mind off of it, I knew I'd never have that.
That true love that everyone got a chance at, who could learn to love a freak. I mean how she could love me, once she realized what I am. I'm not even human, there was no way. There was no girl that existed that could love me.
That's what I thought back then; it became an obsession the one thing that was unattainable. I wanted it, I needed it I desired it. That too fueled dark dan. This wasn't a fairy tale though; no one would fall in love with me.
So I settled for something else…lust. Nights of passion soft moans, love bites, making them all squirm that sick feeling of complete domination, of control, I loved it. Fuck love who needed it, what was so damn special about it anyway.
That's when my life began to look up it almost seemed like I could finally, be free and live my life. That's when it all came crashing down. That's when I knew once again I had failed, like I had done to Paul. This time it was worse, I failed my parents and my whole town.
I took away people's hope, they believed I was there hero, and now they believe I am as worthless as I really am. They know the truth, that I am not a hero, that I am nothing more than a man. I failed, and after it all I learned nothing, fucking nothing.
Because once again without thinking, I opened my huge idiotic mouth, and pissed off the only person, who has been by my side, since day one. She dedicated her life and after life to me, even though she knew I could never love her.
The least I could have done was trusted her, I should have known that she'd never lead me to believe there was a way to save Sam, when there wasn't. She was sardonic, and sarcastic and at times annoying, but she would never to that to me.
I wish I had had never doubted her, just like I wish I had have never stepped into the portal, or never burned the doctors research, or all of the other stupid shit I have done. The fact is I did, I did doubt her, and I did step into the portal, and burn the research, and all the other stuff.
I am not who she wants me to be, and I'm not the hero the world once thought I was, but I will make it up to Paul, and I will not let Sam die. I may not be a hero, but I will never be dark Dan…
In the Dawson's dungeon
Sam's pov
A world full of killing, and blood-spilling
that world never came.
When the ghost came for a while amity was at it's knee's, for once I didn't feel so alone. As fucked up as it sounds, I was glad. For once they would know how it felt. They would know how it felt to cry yourself to sleep and wish you could control your own life.
They would know how it felt to be a prisoner in your own town. The fools believed that hero would come and save us all, what once was our proud city of Amity Park was reduced to ruble.
The ghost had made our town there's and no one could stop them, still some had fool's hope. I never did, I knew how miserable life could be. A few tried, to stop them on their own accord, some barely succeed, while others lost their lives.
After the first example killing, all lost hope. They finally accepted the truth there was no hero…
And they say that a hero can save us.
Im not gonna stand here and wait.
Then he came, out of the blue he came and saved us all, he brought back our town from the dead. Of course the ghost came back, but not all at once. Because of him, life was given back to us. I never believed in heroes, but then somehow I did.
Somehow everything I ever knew was being questioned, and he made me want to be better. He made me feel like I had been saved. It seemed like things that had bothered me, didn't so much anymore.
It was as if I was numb, I had a repellent that made me not care about anything. He was my one piece of hope, and then fools hope didn't seem so foolish anymore.
I'll hold onto the wings of the eagles.
Watch as they all fly away.
Now standing here, it's almost like he erased everything bad that's ever happened in my life. It's like I'm flying cause of him. I'm not so afraid of death, now I'm embracing it. Of death came and knocked for me right now, I'd go with him.
If only I could have one request…Now that the world isn't ending
its love that I'm sending to you.
If I could see him one more time, if I could look into those baby blue eyes once more, if I could make love to him once more. I'd go then, and I'd wait for him in the afterlife until we could once again be reunited.
I'd make him see all that I see in him, and then death could take me. I go with him, just like that. It wouldn't matter how gruesome my story ended, just that my last memory was him. I needed him.
It isn't the love of a hero
And that's why I fear it won't do.
I'm no hero, not even close, but he wants my love, and I have given it to him because I a in love with him. So for him I do not fear death, because I know he wouldn't want me to be afraid. I don't want to be afraid, not any more.
I will never again give Helen that satisfaction, so I do not fear my fate. I refuse to for my hero…And they say that a hero can save us.
I'm not gonna stand here and wait.
I'll hold onto the wings of the eagles.
Watch as they all fly away.
And they're watching us
(Watching Us)
As they all fly away.
Over looker's pov
It seemed as if Helen had won, it seemed as if all hope had been lost. Time had been thrown into over drive, and this was the final countdown. Danny and Paul had a few more memories to shift, threw and the rest of the gang, had to make sure they left no rocks unturned.
Ethan, sage, tucker, and jazz sat in front of three glowing jars, that seemed almost impossible to find, but somehow they did. Both Sam and Danny were still unconscious, and all was still. There was nothing now for the conscious part of team phantom to do than wait.
There was nothing to do, but wait watch and count numbered hours. No one spoke for a while; they all just sat there as if there were immobile. They sat there as if they could do nothing else; in truth there was nothing else.
As much as they wanted to tell their self's otherwise, it was all up to Danny and Paul now. All of their fates rested in their hands.
It was funny as Danny was being forced to look threw his memories, they as well saw their own, of course in a less supernatural way. They saw there memories, in one way or another. Jazz saw, her life from the time she was a young child.
Of course the young girl cringed at the memories that contained her now late parents. There were painful memories, but more lonely than anything. The young jazz as spent a lot of time by herself, before the runaway, even when she was sometimes included in her brothers and his friend's affairs, she was mostly alone.
Her memories consisted of books, and silent wishes, of dreams in hopes that she could one day not be so alone anymore. Some of them were sweet innocent juvenile memories, of a simple ball game, or a Christmas morning.
Those memories were happy, and then there were ones where life had taken its toll. After the curse mainly, having to distance herself from tucker, endlessly searching, for a seemingly fictional cure. She had lived that life as well, and she had played that role.
Even though she appeared to be optimistic and calm and composed, but deep inside it was eating away at her just the same, she was human after all.
Tucker's memories were lighthearted until the runaway where life began to take a toll on him as well. The bullies seemed even bigger without Danny; he couldn't have beef with guys hitting on jazz, lest he want his ass kicked.
Then there was the sure, guilt and internal battle about leaving everything behind, those memories were hard to bare. Of course they seemed like happy times, compared to the ones that followed. The times filled with temporarily pain numbing drugs and baseball bats, making contact with skin and blood.
The times, of being surrounded by people all the time, but yet being completely and utterly alone.
The three was Ethan, his memories were probably the worst of them all, to him it seemed like a happy life didn't even exist until he met sage… from a young age the boy had watched his father, (and he used that term loosely) stumble drunkenly in and out of there trailer and his life.
He had watched his sister be repetitively raped and beat, as he stood by and got the same treatment. There was nothing he could do, he was just a kid. So he stood idle. He stood idle through all the abuse, he stood idle as he watched his father murder his mother.
Then he snapped, he stood idle no more, at the age of 12 Ethan long was forced from a boy to a man…
Flashback
The silver blade was drenched in his mother's blood. It was reflecting in the dark room as if taunting the young boy. His father turned to his son with a wicked smirk placed on his lips, the man's heart pumping, and his wicked grin spreaded further from just murdering his wife.
The young boys stood there shell shocked, he didn't scream nor did he cry/ his grin grew to match is fathers, and for the next minute or so his father was proud.
"Ethan, ya ready for me to show you how to hide the body."
His drunken father slurred, as he gave his son that same wicked grin, as he held the knife that moments before had slayed his wife. His face showed an emotion akin to one, that a person would have if they had one the lottery.
It was a look of excitement, of pride and accomplishment, not one should have knowing there lover and wife of 20 years was dead, on the kitchen floor of their trailer.
"Dad, I'd rather you show me how to get a good stab in."
Ethan said, with a mischievous glint in his eye, that of course his drunken father wouldn't notice. The father got a look on his face, as if he were proud, like his son had brought home the NFL trophy, and been invited to an exclusive dinner with the presidentially family.
But the sick baster had that look on his face for an entirely different reason, he was completely static that his son, wanted to follow in his footsteps. Lost in his haze, the man picked up a big sharpened meat clever, and handed it to his son.
"Are you proud of my dad?"
The preteen asked with false glee, as his father nodded once again he put on a wicked grin that matched his father's, and for the time being his father gave a nicer smile back. Of course all traces of such a look vanished, when Ethan long swung the meat clever and firmly lodged it into his father's chest.
His father began gagging and choking on his own blood, as Ethan laughed in glee and took of his father's rubber gloves and through it over his father's dying body, and walked back to his bedroom, as if nothing had happened.
The next Dad the neighbor would discover the bodies, and the police would quickly write the kids off cause of there "in bed sleep alibi", the case would go unsolved, but Ethan would regret his actions every day he lived.
Flashback ends
Sage was the most spared of the group, her life was fairly normal. Her mom died giving birth to her, and two years later her father married Helen. Then her life took a turn for the worst, she had to bare the silent suffering of simply knowing her sister was suffering.
Of course on a few occasions she'd get in Helen's way and the results would be less than satisfying. But most of her suffering was the simple fact that her sister couldn't enjoy the things she could. She knew way better than to tell her father.
A long jagged burn scar ran across her torso has a reminder of that…
Flashback
The older blond woman walked, of the attic footsteps falling slowly, as a steady wicked grin held its place upon her red lipsticked lips. The woman continued to grace her footsteps down the stairs that lead to the main house.
The woman being so, into her own thinking pattern that she hadn't notice the 10 year old girl waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs. Of course this fact would make its self-known when both parties bumped right into each other.
The young girl falling to the floor and landing on her butt, and the older woman having the younger woman bump her rib a bit. Naturally this angered the elder woman her eyebrows furrowing and her eyes, flashing with rage. Naturally upon seeing such a reaction fear, dug it's self into the younger girls eyes.
The girl still sat where she had fell, as if she were shell proceded to darkly glare at the girl before her on the floor.
"Well come on get up, and you better have a damn good excuse, for bumping into me like that!"
The older woman huffed as if she were not the one who bumped into the younger girl, and without further hesitation sage, promptly pulled herself to her feet, and tilted her head up to face, her step mother.
"It was an accident Helen."
The girl stated monotone, as if showing no emotion. For a moment Helen just stood there with a blank look on her face, as if in thought. It was such a small action most wouldn't have noticed it, but Helen slowly lifted her right hand, only to bring it into hard contact with the teen's cheek.
A red mark was left in place of Helen's hand connecting with her face. Sage stood before her step mother in awe, of course sage knew the woman had a touch in the head, but she didn't know it was this bad.
She didn't know Helen would go this far, but unfortunately she was easily persuaded, once she had made her mind up on something. So naturally both strong willed women weren't going to win. Once the initial shock passed, sage became angry.
She had never had anyone, hit her before, in her book that was just unacceptable. It complete evaded her logic, why would Helen hit her. In the 10 year Old's mind she thought simply laying down the law, would solve the situation in a civil way.
Little did she know, Helen luxfield didn't work in such pretenses…
"Helen, you can't treat us this way! You know you can't! Once I tell my father, the police will come and you'll have to get your act together."
At this very thought, Helen stiffened, was the girl really planning to tell her father, if so that was to be a serious problem. The carefully planned ruse would be coming to an end. She couldn't let that happen, not after all she had done, for this.
Helen gave off a wicked grin, one that would seemingly put the devils to shame. Of course this simple fact went unnoticed by, the young girl.
"Oh dear child, you wouldn't dare, speak of such things."
The older woman stated, in a condescending tone, making sure to get her point across. She wanted to make sure sage knew Helen, was the ruler in the scenario. It was her ship and she was the caption, no exceptions.
The evil glint in Helen's eye's seemed to glow brighter, as she initiated fear inside the heart of sage. Sage trembled a bit…
"Yes I will, I am telling him tonight."
The girl said bravely, as she straightened out her shoulders making herself look taller. She had watched silently that night she was going to take action, or so she thought… Helen's reddened in anger, before sage even knew what was happening she found herself thrust onto the cold stone beneath her feet.
Her eyes were clamped shut the girl was afraid to open them; Helen had hit her before, but not like this. She heard the older woman's heels clinked a few feet away, and the young girl breathed a sigh of relief. Of course has fate would have it; this would only be short lived, as in a few more seconds she would here the same clink of heels coming back toward her.
Out of sure curiosity and over minding fear, she opened her eyes but she soon regretted it. Helen had an even glint in her eyes, the type of look that was only shone on people made up of pure evil. But even this wasn't what made the young girls sit up, on her knees and begin begging in tears.
It was the fact that in on hand Helen held, a box of matches, and in the other hand the woman held a sharp butcher knife. Tears began streaming out of the young girls eyes, as she begged there on the cold stone, however Helen kept walking toward her with the violent objects.
The steps began louder ringing in the young girls ears, she had to take action. She was scared, no horrified for her life. Sage stood up trying to wipe the fear off her face, and pushed Helen on the same stone that Helen had pushed her on.
Of course being much older and sage having two week arms, Helen was barely fazed by the act of violence, although it seemed she was millions of times more angry. This time Helen was with a vengeance, once more she kicked sage to the ground, with the heel of her shoe this time.
The woman made sure sage hit her head pretty hard as well, now the little brunette girl was at the middle aged blonds waking mercy. The woman squatted on the ground to get closer to her prey, and the lifted the knife.
(a/n: okay I just need to put this in so you guys won't get the wrong idea about this scene, this is not a rape scene, despite Helen's history, she is only cutting sages top and bra off so she can slice and burn her skin. While that is still graphic it's not rape so, yeah I have problems with doing rape lemons because its controversial, and it's just not cool so don't worry. Also if you think this is too graphic I'll leave another author's not letting you know when it's over)
She put the shiny metal knife, at the tip of the young girl's shirt and began moving downward. As the knife traveled down the shirt it left the shirt open more and more, until the shirt was spilt down the middle. With a swift motion Helen did the same thing to sage's training bra.
This leaving her naked premature chest completely exposed, sage squeezed her eyes shut once more. She couldn't watch herself be raped, lucky for her that's not what Helen had in mind. Of course in an act of irony, what Helen had in mind was far worst, she most likely would have rather being raped by her evil stepmother, than what Helen truly had in mind.
"Open your fucking eyes bitch! You gonna watch what I'm about to do, so from now on your gonna be a quiet little brat!"
The women scremed still holding the knife, in an act of fear sage opened her eyes, and kept them open. Tears began streaming down sage's eyes once more, but Helen saw no remorce. The woman placed the tip of the knife at the left hip bone, and drug it upward.
Sage screamed and once again begged, and the knife was still being slowly drug up her torso. It continued it's course until reached the base of her premature boobs. The blood from the long wound, still leaking out. Helen smiled deviously at her handy work.
She was enjoying this, a lot Helen took the knife up to her mouth and licked the blood off of its shimmering surface, and the other girl watched. She grabbed the young girls face, and forced her mouth open as she spit a mixture of sage's blood and her spit inside her mouth.
"Now isn't that gonna teach you to keep your fucking mouth shut, huh!"
She screamed once more, and sage just lay there, she was afraid to speak, and in so much pain. The young girl just laid there as if she couldn't move. In sick glee Helen smiled once more glad her young, step daughter didn't speak.
The woman picked up the box of matches, and struck one. Sage didn't know if it was the way the hot flamed danced, or the fear that she coulndnt endure it, but she spoke.
"Please, Helen please don't do this, I won't say anything I swear."
Helen pause for a moment still holding the flame in her hand, she seemed to ponder the young girls request for a moment, then she smiled once more.
"Too late"
She said as she touched the flame to the area she had just carved making sure to burn along the same line, screams of agony were heard, as Helen completed her sick game. Once she finished again she smiled. She got up onto her feet and it appeared as if she, had left but then she returned with a pitcher, of cold water and jousted it on the young girl.
"When you're done screaming like the little bitch you are, clean yourself up, and accept your fate. I own you and Samantha trust me, if you think that's hell you're sadly mistaken."
And with those words, the woman walked out for the final time, and all sage could hear were the sounds, of her own muffled cries and the taunting sounds of Helens heels."
(a/n: so that's the end of the graphic abuse scene between Helen and a 10 year old sage, so yeah for those of you who read that sorry about the graphicness but it was necessary to show, that sages life wasn't her sitting pretty all that time, also let me know is sage a Mary sue, and is Ethan a Gary stu and is Helen a good villain, and what about Paul how do you like her okay let me know. Also this song I'm using right now is it ends tonight by, all American rejects. Back to the story now)
Danny's pov
Your subtleties
they strangle me
I can't explain myself at all
For a while, Paul and I didn't talk. We stayed on opposite sides of, well wherever the hell we were. I know Paul, and she knows me, and she wasn't gonna talk first and normally he wouldn't either. If this were under normal pretenses, the pair would stubbornly sit like they were for hours.
This wasn't under normal pretenses though, this was a life or death situation, and I needed her help, so I was gonna have to face the wrath of Paul. I was gonna have to grow a pair, and apologize.
I couldn't become him, no I'd never become him. I was atoning, still atoning for what he had done. I had to atone, for the hurt I had caused Paul as well. In this past 30 minutes that we have been sitting here.
I realized something, all this time I have been blaming others for everything. I blamed tucker and jazz, for leaving. I blamed dark Dan, for everything else. Never once though did I blame myself, I never took responsibility, for what I had done.
I never saw the part I played, in all this shit. What part had I played though? Was it my choice, to do the drugs I had done, to break the hearts I broke? Was that my choice? Or was it all some huge misunderstanding.
And all that wants
And all that needs
All I don't want to need at all
Yet though, here I was trying to be the hero. Here I was trying to save everyone, yet I couldn't even save myself. Was I the villain, or just some joke now. Who was I; sitting her thinking I'm seeing things so differently.
I seeing so many different avenues, and it is killing me. What the hell do I do? How can I atone, how can I possibly atone, for all of this, all that I had done. Is there even a way, or is it all just pointless. Damnit, I don't have time for this. I'm stupid so fuckin stupid.
What the hell is wrong with me? I need to focus, yes focus, 'okay Fenton you can do this.' I got to apologize to Paul, and try to atone for all the pain I cause her. I have to, but first I have to finish this journey, I have to save sam. That's my first priority.
The memory of her funeral was, still paused around us. The fresh grass underneath our feet, the tears plowing down people's faces and Paul's ghost invisibly attending her own funeral. It was all there.
'It's now or never Fenton' I say calmly in my head. I can feel the beads of sweet coming down my face, as I stand up for the first time, in 30 minutes. I slowly move my body toward her hunched over form, on the other side away from me.
Her head leaned up against, the tombstone, of some random person. My body feels like a dead weight as I walk closer and closer toward, her not know what I'm gonna say once I get up to her.
"Paul listen"
I start off, weekly my voice wavering a bit. This is gonna be harder than I thought. I see her head move up her eyes, still blood shot. It seemed as if a damn had broken, she was still crying. She had never stopped. This was Paul I had only see her cry twice, now three times in all the time I'd known her.
She never cried. This was Paul, strong rebellious, quirky Paul she never cried. Yet though there she ways balling her neon orange eyes out. There she was as frail as a toothpick. I had done this to her, I had made her this way.
The walls start breathing
My mind's un-weaving
Maybe it's best you leave me alone
Damnit, what the fuck is wrong with me, how the hell, am I supposed to move forward, after seeing this. After seeing how I had broken her, but my heart has a mind of its own. I had moved on. I had fallen in love with Sam Manson, despite my better judgment.
I couldn't let her end up like Paul no that would be unbearable. How the hell am I supposed to fix this? What can I do to atone, for making Paul like this, for breaking her? Is there something that is atonable for such wrong doing?
If there isn't can I make something equal to help her, can I fix her broken heart. Is there something I can do to show her, that I do love her? Not in the way she wants me to, no never that way, but I do love her. In some weird way, I love her.
"Look, it doesn't matter. I can't make you love me."
She said, said finally standing up. She had finally stopped crying, I saw her walking towards me, oh shit she's gonna hit me again. I suppose I deserve it. Those words stung me, she was right she couldn't make me love her, not in the way she loved me. I could never be in love with her.
I had to make her see; though I had to show her what she did mean to me, and hopefully that would be enough.
"Paul I do love, you not the way you want me to, but I do love you."
I said looking her dead in the eye, as she moved closer. Her expression changed, she was shocked, and it was as if she were completely and utterly taken a back. Then she did something, a small tiny gesture, but it met so much. She smiled, a small not toothy smile, just the corners of her lips turned up a bit.
I somehow made a small inkling, of it up to her, by these simple words. Then I began to wonder could it be that easy, could things just be that simple. These are answers I do not yet know, these are answers that don't come easy.
Maybe that's just it though; maybe I'm not supposed to know, not just yet. Maybe I don't need all the answers right now. Maybe I don't need, to know all the answers right now. Maybe I don't need to try and live up to the deity the world once thought I was.
Maybe
Maybe not
I don't know
Yet I maybe not need to
All I know right now is that I need to get on to the next memory, and get this chapter of my life over, and save sam. I know that, and for now that's all I need to know. Both of Paul's arms lift, and I braced myself for the pain once again, oh yeah she was gonna slap me.
Then something, shocking happened, instead of a slap I felt arms wrap themselves around me, in a hug. She hugged me. My eyes flew open and I looked down to, see her burring her face in my chest as she hugged me.
Her arms were still squeezing me tight, and her head was still buried in my chest. I just let her hug me, she just hugged me for a while, and I just let her. Slowly I felt her arms unwrap from around me, as she looked me in the eye.
"That's all I ever needed to hear."
She said her voice, slowly coming back to her normal volume. That was it, that was all it, after all of the crying the slapping. All she wanted was to here that in some way I still cared, that I hadn't forgotten about her.
A weight is lifted
On this evening
I give the final blow
That was all she wanted, damnit girls are so confusing. Once again I don't have the answers.
"Hey don't get all sappy on me now; we still got memories to go through."
I told her, getting back my normal vigor. I saw her smile once more, this time I saw her teeth. She was happy, and content. I made her that way. We had to get going, we were on a time limit. We had to go through the next memories and save sam.
When darkness turns to light
It ends tonight
It ends tonight
As if sensing my thoughts, I heard her fingers snap. I felt the scenery around of once again go white, as if we were on a sheet of paper, and an all too familiar scene faded into view. Vile and bottles and various unnamed contraptions littered the dimly lit room. The floor was littered with papers, old and new, and the trash cans were filled to the top.
Tucker and I stood in the middle of the large room. It was April 3rd, 2004 and we were both 14. I remember high school was due, to start in exactly a week. My parents were upstairs sulking about their failed invention.
(a/n: if you don't get it, the movie Danny is about to describe he's describing the movie the notebook, which I do not own. I love that movie but since this is Danny's point of view, he's gonna talk nonchalantly about it.)
Jazz in her room, watching some chick flick I wouldn't be caught dead watching, the journal or something. (Maybe it was the diary or some shit.) I remember she made me watch it when I was four. I never forget the absolute horror, of it, and I thought class was boring.
It was about some old lady and some old man, the lady had dementia and he was reading to her about them when they were young. (I only know this because jazz watches it every Saturday). Anyway, there me and tuck were in my parents lab, three days after the ghost portal "failed" (they forgot to press the on, button it was on the inside).
Our lives were about to change, forever but little did we know.
"You ready"
She said, they were nothing more than two simple words but they chilled me to my very bone. These words they cut me into my core, they stung me, and they burned me. These evil vile words killed me. Just those two simple words made me want to fall apart.
A falling star
Least I fall alone
I couldn't though, I needed to do this, I needed to survive this. I had to for sam. Was I ready, no I'd never be ready, not for this? Now to see my life change forever. Not to see my childhood, hell my entire life flash before my eyes, before it had even begun.
No I'd never be ready for that, but I had to watch it any way. I didn't have a choice; this was what I had to do. I gave a stiff, nod but she knew I didn't want to watch it, she knew the pain it would bring. We both knew though, I had to watch it.
I had to face my fears.
Paul gave me a wry smile, as I heard her fingers snap. The room buzzed to life and the memory started.
"so that's it there."
Tuck said pointing to the inactive portal, I gave him annoyed look. Back then we both thought my parents were a bit off there rocker, but we would soon find out different.
"Yeah, that's the amazing ghost portal."
I told him sarcastically, waving my arms around like a magician's assistant. Even in this painful memory, I couldn't help but chuckle at the antics of my younger self. Tuck giggled a bit, while straightening out both his glassed and his hat.
"Come on man; let's go play some video games. I'm tired of being in here."
I told him, and a smirk fell upon the techno geek's lips. My younger self had and "oh shit" fact on. Even back then I knew when tuck gets that face, things are about to go, bad. Tuck didn't mean harm, but the boy always found amusement in the weirdest stuff.
How him and sister, ended up together (gag, eww, so gross, really) I mean he's this lovable goof ball, who is two years younger and doesn't act his age. Sometimes I even question his mental stability. Jazz on the other hand, is a stick in the mud.
She's always got her head, in a phycology book, and she rarely jokes around. Then she's nosey and annoying. I just don't understand, the two have nothing in common.
"Are you scared Danny?"
Another "oh shit" face, fell across my younger self's face. I don't know what it was really. It might have been the curiosity, or maybe just my pride on the line, but the next and most stupid thing I've ever said, flew out of my mouth.
"Of course I'm not scared tuck."
Damnit, why didn't I just admit that I was? Why not, why did I let this idiocy continue, and none of this ever would have happened. Why damnit why.
I can't explain what you can't explain
you're finding things that you didn't know
I look at you with such disdain
"Then prove it go in there, I dare you. I double dog dare you."
He said then it was done; now my pride was on the line I had to do it. If I had have known, if only I had have known. I never would have gone in, fuck my pride; I would have never done I didn't know, so I did do it.
I watched my younger self, go and pick up, a mostly white hazmat suit. It was all white, except for the boots, and the color and the gloves. I watched once again, as I saw myself put on the suit over my pajamas.
I zipped the suit, up to reveal my dad's face. I looked up, across the room was a mirror, and I saw my dad's face on the chest of the suit. I don't know what made me do it, but I ripped the sticker off. I stuck my chest out, like a hero to look brave, as my pride did rest on my bravery.
Huh pride, that's all I worried about, damnit. If only I had have known, if only I had have thought about the consequences, I could have spared myself from the drool existence. I didn't know damnit I didn't know.
When darkness turns to light
It ends tonight
It ends tonight
I watched as I slowly inched toward the machine, looking back at tucker before I got at the barrier. My younger self witnessed the solid smirk, on the techno geek's face. Then he left foot, walked in the portal. After that was the right he was in.
My younger self retreated further and further inside, of the portal to the point where I couldn't no longer see my younger self. Then boom there it was the huge flash of light. The blood curdling scream, tucker falling to his knees, and screaming
"noooooooooooo! Daaaaaaannyyyyyyyyyy"
I stood there in horror as I continued to watch, for a few moments all that could be heard was the sizzling of my skin, and the screams. The awful a screams, the flash of light dies down, and the swirling green of the ghost zone takes its place.
For the first time, I have Danny phantom stumbles out of the portal. There I fall to my knees; tuck rushes to my side and drags me away from the portal, as I turn back into Danny Fenton and past out. I lay there unconscious on the floor, was tuck just sits there looking at my unconscious body.
I notice a single tear lightly fall down his cheek.
Just a little insight will make this right
it's too late to fight
It ends tonight
It ends tonight
I jump to joy inside my head, when Paul snaps her finger; I was hard enough to live through it, but to watch like that, it was unbearable. Once again the world around us goes, white as the next scene fades into view.
It is still all of, as I look at the surroundings. Several broken mirrors lay scattered across the room. A dresser is pushed up against the door hounding it, closed. The sheets lay astray, hanging off the bed. Numerous plastic bottles lay empty across the room.
This was the first time, since this whole thing started that I had no clue what, memory this was. After jazz and tucker left his was how my room looked, all the time. I was in a really bad place then.
"You'll see"
She said as if sensing my confusion, I nodded as once again I heard Paul snap her fingers. Me in my ghost form flew in lazily threw the window. A huge gash in my side, dripping off ecto plasma and blood. I watch as my younger self, touch down on the ground and revert back to my human form.
He quickly dis guards the shirt he wore, revealing the same gash that looked worse in our human form. I watch as he grabs, a medicine bottle off the floor as he shoves, about 20 down our throat. This mind you would have killed a normal human, but then again I wasn't a normal human, not anymore. At least I was using this curse placed upon me, to help others. Right then though I was alone, so I had taken off my mask, stripped down to my boxers, and shoved 20 pain killers down my throat. I could be weak when I was alone, I didn't have to pretend I was someone else. I could be me, for those little moments in time, I could be me.
My younger self, stagers toward the balcony. He flings open the doors; there he is standing on the balcony looking up at the stairs. I did this so many nights; it was how I got my little fill of happiness. It someone made me fill good to see how big and vast the universe was, and I remember hoping that there was someone out there who was just has broken has I.
He puts in eye up to the eye hole of the telescope, and looks out into the vast nothingness of space. I see it out there, the stars the moon each just as lonely as I was.
We do nothing we just watch as my younger self continues, to look up at the sky. Then her fingers snap once more.
Now I'm on my own side
it's better than being on your side
"I'm sorry Danny, I am so sorry. I would give anything so that you didn't have to see this next and final memory, but I can't stop it. I am so sorry."
Paul says, I am overjoyed that the next memory is the last, but what could be this bad. Oh shit, no surely she wouldn't do that to me, no she wouldn't. She'd never do that to me. She wouldn't make me watch that.
My heart stops, and I mean my heart literally stops as the room around us fade to view. I have to; she is making me watch it. God damnit how can me, it was bad enough watching, the first time, when I couldn't even move my own limbs, and now I have to watch it again. No damnit I can't do it!
No, damn no!
"I'm so sorry Danny. I truly am"
Paul say's as she snaps her fingers again. My heart is caught in my throat; I feel her hand grab my shoulder in a comforting way. There is no way to comfort me, no not about this, not about this moment of my life.
I doubt even Sam could comfort me about this; this moment was the truly worst moment of my life. I slug her hand away, that's not what I need right now. The memory starts, and despite Paul being there I'm all alone once again. This time there are no stars to make it better; no nothing could make this better.
It's my fault when you're blind
It's better that I see it through your eyes
I heard dad yell, god everything looked the same, every ounce of it. It was so painful knowing they were just a memory, they were gone. It was all over. Now I see the younger me, he emerges from the stairs, looking so broken. His hair his all astray, his eyes flicker from green to red to blue, his clothes all wrinkled.
The sounds of them arguing hurts his ears as much as they do mine, they sting him, they burn him. it hurts so bad you can see it, I can see it, I saw it. That boy was me.
"hey enough, yes I've been drugging myself with pain killers, because im not strong enough!"
He screams breaking through the noise, my parents immediately stop arguing. The look in my mother's eyes quickly changes from anger, to worry. My father's changes from anger to realization. Never before had I told them, had I tried to talk about it.
I should have, maybe if I would have none of this would have ever happened. Maybe I could, have been a better me, maybe.
Maybe
Maybe not
Maybe
They just stand there for a moment; the tears are welling up in both their eyes. There is no more denying it, I said it. It came from my mouth. There was no more, if's or maybe's it was true. I had said it. It was right from the source. Speculation was far gone, it was true.
For a moment the three of us, just stood there me on the stairs and them on the floor, standing still. My mother would be the one to break the silence. Her eyes, sparkling with tears and confusion.
"What do you mean, you're not strong enough!"
I saw her ask, the tears now leaking from her eyes. My father stood idle, not knowing what to say. He stood there with sorrow, and regret, and in silence.
"It possesses me, waiting to strike!"
All these thoughts locked inside
Now you're the first to know
I remember that, I remember the contents of my mind. I could feel him eating his way out of me, he was almost there on the surface, I was desperate. No more blocking it out, no more half-baked suicide attempts.
I had to come clean right then and there. Of course I never got the chance. I watched like a movie, like a horrible nightmare, there was no changing it. This was just a memory, they were just a memory. It was over.
"Danny sweetie, were gonna get you help!"
My stupid mother, my fucking stupid mother, the idiot the imbecile. Why the fuck didn't she run, why didn't she go. Why didn't she leave me? Why did she stand there and try to save me, even I knew it was over.
I saw myself contorting on the stairs trying to fight him off as long as I could. They thought I had gone mad, they thought they could help. They thought, they thought, they will never think again.
"I can't watch, my boy be locked up!"
Idiot, fool, fucking moron you stupid fucking moron, get your gun out and shoot me. Why didn't he get his gun out and she me. They used there last breathes to argue about me, about a lost cause.
"then close your eyes! Im tired of arguing, I don't have the strength! I'm in love, with you jack! Our son needs help; I refuse to lose a second child!"
Now tears are falling from my eyes, I look at the scene it's becoming blurry because, damnit I am watching my world fall apart, and I know what's coming next. I wasn't strong enough. This is the end.
When darkness turns to light
It ends tonight
It ends tonight
Danny: listen to me, I'm not crazy! I am not! It is trying to possess me; you got to listen to me!
They didn't listen, the sounds of them talking were drounded out, there voices after that were not in my memories, I couldn't hear them any longer. I then fell to my knees, and when my head lifted, my eyes were blood red. That was it dark Dan had complete control. It was over.
Just a little insight will make this right
It's too late to fight
I watched as dark Dan forced, my transformation, and opened my mouth. The unearthly sound of my ghostly wail shattered everything, the other sound were dead to me. Tables and chairs tv's and inventions, couches all thrown this way and that, like rag dolls.
The houses structure was cracking, and my parents were thrown against the wall as well. I watched as my body phased out of the roof of the house, and unleashed the wail on the rest of the town. The house crumbed the building fell the people were blown about like rag dolls, it was over.
It ends tonight
It ends tonight
I tried oh god did I try, to stop him but I couldn't, I had no control I was a puppet, and dark Dan was pulling the strings. The screams of the innocent the sounds of cracking structure, the sounds of shattering glass, and the smell of fresh blood.
People shot at me, to no avail there weapons did phase me, he was unstoppable. One by one, every house business, and landmark of what once was grimey waters, was nothing more that ruble.
When darkness turns to light
It ends tonight
It ends tonight
I fell to the ground once more as a shape emerged from me. The shape, the body, it had white flaming hair, evil gray green skin, a suit similar to mind, and blood red eyes. It was week now though. So was I, but I had one advantage.
The thermos, in my pocket. Still I was on my knees, I was week and on the verge of passing out, but I grabbed the thermos, and aimed it at the evil me, and then it was over. He was gone.
Just a little insight will make this right
it's too late to fight
Paul snaps her fingers for the final time, and the world around us stills, it is over.
"I'm afraid you're on your own from her, Helen's spell is over, and you're going back to your real life."
I gasp, it almost seems surreal these past few hours, going through all my painful memories, with Paul by my side, was fun. It was nostalgic, but it's time to grow up.
"Paul, will I ever see you again"
She smiles sadly, as she begins to disappear, or is it me who begins to go back. I watch as she fades away as if she is nothing more than a memory.
"Yes, in your memories."
She says as she fades away even more, but I don't understand I thought she was back, I thought she'd be in my life again. I guess I was wrong.
"I wish things could be as they once were, but they can't. You don't need me anymore, you don't need a guardian."
That was all she said as she faded away, from the confines of my mind, and my life. I don't know if I will ever see her again, but she's right I don't need her anymore, but wants are very different.
It ends tonight
it ends tonight
Dawson residence Helen's dungeon
Over looker's pov
A huge gasping breathe was heard throughout the room, akin to what one would hear from someone who almost drown, or was trying to catch their breath. This sound came from none other than Danny, his baby blue eyes, opened has he took in his surroundings.
He wasted no time scrambling to his feet he had five minutes before he lost everything. This was do or die, this was now or never. He wouldn't fail Sam, like he failed he parents, he wouldn't, hell he couldn't.
"Okay mate's up, time's up break the jars"
Said Ethan growing inpatient that was still the best plan the group had, and none so far involved a sure way to save best bet at saving two thirds of the estrogen part of team phantom, was still the jars, and they were running out of time.
5 minutes, and counting down, there were no arguments to be made. They were going to have to break the jars. Reluctantly tucker picked up his bat and swung it at jazz's jar, and then at sage's. he stared warily at the third jar, slowly about to bring the bat and crush it.
"wait damnit"
Danny screamed somehow knowing what the jars did, and what they were for. Sam's jar was a last result, if anyone were to break it, it would be him and he would not do it, until the very last second. Danny caciously made his way toward sam who was laying on the cold cement barely conscious.
The young girl looked like death itself, her skin was a sickly pale, and her amethyst eyes were dull of life, her normal peach lips were white like chalk, and the sweet caked around her. Her hair was oily and her breathing was slow.
It looked as if Danny would have to say goodbye right then, but no he wouldn't. He never would say good bye, not to sam. He never could, not to her. He kneeled beside his lover, and looked her in the eyes. Even in her death like state she was still the most beautiful woman on the planet to him.
"Sam, I got you hear me, stay with me Sam, stay with me."
The young boy said willing back the tears in his eyes. There was only 3 minutes left and things looked even more hopeless than they had before. Tears leaked from Sam's eyes has she felt her heart slow. She could feel death coming to claim her.
"Danny…"
She croaked barely able to speak, but she did for him. she had she needed him to hear what she had to say. He had to if he were to live on.
"Don't pretend, you hear me, don't you fool yourself that I'll make it. I know I won't…"
the girl began as Danny put his finger to her pale lips, her body was cold she was starting to feel like death to.
Two minutes…
No one spoke the rest of team phantom just watched the scene between the two lovers with tears in their eyes. They all loved Sam as well, of course none as much as Danny, but it still hurt them to watch her die. They couldn't speak, all word died in their throats.
Danny was desperate he'd do anything now, he had to save her he would not let her die, he just wouldn't. his mind began to remember everything him and Paul had saw, he went through each memory with vivid detail.
What the hell was in there that…
"danny, this past month, as been the best month that I have ever lived, and I know in death where ever I go, I'll see you again. I have to see you again, and I will. You will always be in my heart, and I know I am in yours…"
Her breathing grew even more hitched, she couldn't speak anymore. Danny begin to think, heart
Heart.
Heart
Heart
Heart
The memories of the word flashed through his mind…
"Danny, your power is inside you. The power to do good or bad, the power to do right or wrong, the power to decipher, these are the powers, that you always had, even before you were Danny phantom. These are the powers that will save sam. The power is inside you Danny, in your mind, in your body and in your heart, the power is always, and still is inside you."
"there is no escape, unless I am saved, by the one who's not pure ,but just as broken has I ,lays down his heart ,but if not I shall die.."
Heart
Heart
Heart
"Someone bring me a bowl"
Said Danny, everyone in the room was in complete awe, just completely dumbfounded. Surely that was the last request; they would have ever thought the boy would ask.
"But I don't under-"
Said tucker, Danny's eyes flashed a dangerous green, they didn't have much time and tucker was questioning him.
"Just do it, damn it!"
The techno geek needed no more persuasion, and quickly got the nearest bowl. It was an old dusty thing, it had a few chips in it, but it would have to do time was of the essence. Tucker quickly rushed the bowl over to his, best friend and sat it by him.
"Give Sam the contents of this bowl"
Danny said in a stern voice, everyone though he had surely gone mad now. There was no way, no possible way they would feed Sam and empty bowl. Everyone just stood there slack jawed and buggy eyed in complete awe.
Danny turned his right hand intangible much to the confusion of everyone else, and they watched in horror at the next thing he did. He reached inside his chest and came out with his beating heart in his hands, he squeezed the contents bone dry, in the bowl, before his eyes' rolled back and he fell to the floor…dead.
"oh my god"
Jazz screamed as she fell to the floor in horror, and everyone else just stood in place completely shell shocked. Everyone except for tucker, who was moving toward the bowl in a hurry much to jazz's rage she couldn't believe that, he would even move in a time like this.
"How can you, you baster, how can you walk, or stand your best friend just took his heart out."
The girl snapped, she just didn't understand how he didn't mourn for the boy who was practically his brother. The boy who just died right in front of his eyes.
"That's why I'm honoring his wishes, so it won be in vain."
There was on minute left before it was all over, once tucker had the bowl he raced over to Sam, as he parted her lips for her, and poured the bitter sticky liquid down the girl's throat. He rubbed the outside of her throat to help her swallow, the blood.
Sounds of crying were heard, after the blood was poured and the clock struck twelve. After that several coughs and heavy breaths followed. Then more crying, and then silence.
"What the…."
Sam began as she looked around her, realizing she was somehow miraculously alive. Her strength, somehow returning like the past few days since the deal, had been a nightmare, but little did she know she was now in her ultimate nightmare…a world where Danny was dead.
The girl slowly sat up, looking around before notice her boyfriend corpse on the floor, she shot up in a speed that seemed not humanly possible. She ran for his, and crouched down beside it, and there she cried. She cried her heart out, it wasn't supposed to end like this, it was supposed to be her, she kept thinking.
The bitter reality was that her lover was dead, and he had given his live for hers. She wrapped her arms around him, and leaned her head onto his cold chest, and she sobbed and sobbed, before she placed a chaste kiss on his dead lips.
Then she cried all over again, never moving her head from his chest. Suddenly hand wrapped it's self around her, and it felt warm, it felt familiar. It felt like, no, I couldn't be, he was a corpse but… she chanced opening her eyes, to expect the bitter reality once more, but when she opened them, she found herself looking into baby blue orbs. Baby blue orbs that belong to a man very much alive.
She looked at him, every inch of him his lips they were stained with blood and his clothes were worn, he was in his human form from dying. But he was alive, somehow miraculously they both were. It wasn't over, but it was, they had one, Helen's jig was up and all was well.
"Your smart Sam, I knew you'd figure it out."
He said smiling down at her, then it hit her, he was dead and so was she but something in him, his blood or his heart, made the heal, he brought them back. It wasn't atoning for the sins, of dark Dan but it was pretty damn close.
"Hey If you love bird, are done can we phase outta her, and try to catch the party."
Said tucker, as the rest of the group laughed despite the trauma of what just happened they were all glad it was over.
Or was it…
Helen Dawson watched the scene unfold, on her lap top in anger. She wasn't gonna let them get away that easy. She had many more plans up her sleeves. She took out her iPhone, and pressed the emergency button, and dialed 911.
"Hello oh my god helps me, the phantom he's here at my house, he's broken in and I think he's going to kill me, oh please send someone!"
Helen said in a fake terrified, voice but unfortunately, the dispatcher took the threat very seriously. The woman on the other end of the phone sent the police to come there immediately.
10 minutes later found team phantom, scattered around the house, most of them were packing. They couldn't stay another moment with Helen; they'd have to make other arrangements. That was just that.
Sirens sounded around the house, and sounds out helicopters and engines running filled the air. Team phantom stopped in their tracks, having an eerie feeling about the matter. Seemingly having the same thoughts, they rushed into the living room down stairs.
The group met, with an extremely unwelcome surprise. At least 30 police officers stood ready to arrest Danny phantom. There large riffles pointed at the group, they were in no joking mood, to them Danny was a terrorist, and they would let no one get in the way of their arrest.
"I hope you boys are here to arrest, my abusive "mother"
Sam said thinking quickly trying to protect her ghost boy. Helen's eyes sent a glare across, the room making cutting motions with her hand on her throat. Sam ignored her, she wouldn't be afraid of Helen anymore, that time in her life was over, now was time for a new time.
Sam sent Helen the same glare back, as the police officers, looked from Sam to Helen to back at Sam, in awe. This was defiantly not what they were expecting, they were expected, and phantom to give them his worst attacks and flee, before they could stop, but not this.
Could it be true, could the well-respected Helen Dawson, truly be abusive. If so, this would come as a shock to them all, Helen never seemed like the sort. Then again why would Sam say it if it weren't true. Phantom momentarily, forgotten the guy who seemed to be in charge of the others, signaled for them to lower their weapons.
He decided they needed to pursue the truth of the statement.
"is that true?"
One of the female officers asked, is a simple inquiry, not knowing what else to say. This was the oddest situation the woman had been in, In her 19 years on the police force. All of team phantom nodded there heads up and down vigorously, before they all began talking at once, telling tale of the horrors they endured by Helen's hand.
"oh come on officers, this is preposterous."
The woman said shocked at how the situation had turned on her, damnit why hadn't she anticipated this, she had worked too hard for them, far too hard, to give it all up now. There had to be something she could do,
10 minutes later found the police finally finished checking sage Sam and jazz for bruises, done by Helen there were quite a plenty on Sam, and a fair amount on sage and jazz. The police had to arrest Helen; she couldn't have wormed her way out of it, if she wanted to.
Before the woman had a chance to do anything, to save her free life she was handcuffed, and roughly taken away, but before she was she turned to meet the cold stairs, of team phantom.
"Sammy, mommy is gonna come back, I love you Sammy, I love you so much, and sage your just like a daughter to me. Tell them you guys tell them, I didn't hurt you."
The woman kept saying with a mad look in her eyes, as she cried the words I love you repetitively fell from her tongue, and she looked back at the teens with a pleading look in her eyes. She knew it now her jig was up, and she wanted pity.
"Hey Helen, when your done screaming like the little bitch you are, clean yourself up, and accept your fate. You don't own me or Sam anymore, and if you think this is hell, you're sadly mistaken."
Were the words that fell from sage's mouth, they were spoken with such venom and hate in her eyes, for years she had dreamed of this moment, this was all she had waited for, and finally the woman who made her life a living hell, was going into a worse one.
"What about the phantom, he's standing right there, making fun of us all, get him! I'm not the monster here, he is!"
The woman screamed in a desperate attempt to make sure, she wouldn't completely lose; she had to make team phantom hurt somehow, in some way. It was as if, something clicked in the officer's mind, as four made their way over to where Danny was in his human form, and put the cuffs on him.
Of course Danny could have easily, phased through the cuffs and fled the scene, but he was tired he was so tired of running and hiding, he wanted to be free. Despite being locked up he would be freer than he ever was.
The remainder of team phantom stood in shock, as they watched their hero, just let himself be taken away, with no fighting, not even trying to escape, and it brought tears to all their eyes, but they stood idle.
"is that it Danny! Is this how it's gonna end, you are a hero, and you know it. you know you didn't willingly hurt anyone!"
Sam screamed, her form running up to Danny, being hauled away by 4 police officers. Her hands banging on danny's shoulders in rage, she couldn't believe it, she couldn't believe that after all this time he was giving up.
"Sam I don't have a choice, I have to atone sam. I'm so sorry, I really am Sam"
The young her said, and he hung his head low, sounds buzzed threw Sam's head there were sirens, and crying and hitched breathing, the wild thumping of her own heart. She just stood there, in complete shock, as if she couldn't move.
She watched as they drug him away, has the last of the officers left the home, and the door shut for the final time. She watched as her hero was thrown into a police car like a common criminal. She watched, she watched, she watched, she could do nothing else.
"We need a plan."
She said with vigor, after breaking out of her trance, the other members of team phantom looked at them with awe. They had given up and they didn't understand why she hadn't.
"I know he was your bloke, Sam but it's over he choose to go"
Sam walked up to Ethan and slapped him across the face with a evil look in her eye, she wasn't ready to give up just yet, and she wouldn't let them either.
"Not were not giving up on him, he didn't give up on us! We are gonna get a plan together and break him out of jail"
the rest of team phantom stood in shock, but none protested they knew what they had to do. They had come this far, and they knew they couldn't let Helen win. They would make a plan, and then they would get Danny back.
A/n: okay oh my fucking god it took me forever to get this chapter out, fear not I won't keep danny in jail, anyway so next chapter will be the last one, but fear not I'm making a sequel. So look out for the next chapter.
Heads Carolina tails California
Yeah I know original right, anyway sorry this took so long to get out.