sammansonrepilica, updated.

Hellbreaker, I'm still debating on how much of that information I plan on even going into or if I will at all. I know that it is essential to understanding why she forgot her past, but at the same time I don't know if I want to go into it.

Soarin'andDashie, thanks for adding to your alerts.


Danny was still flying the skies hours later in search of the missing woman, her last words and that marking on her side making him worry because she was hurt and because she was under the assumption he had done it. He would never lay a finger on her... unless it was in a good way. The halfa shook his head as he headed back toward his house, hoping for another glimpse that would show him where Sam was. As he was flying down toward his house it hit him that he had failed to go to one spot, but would she be there? Only one way to find out. Taking to the skies again he headed for the tree that overlooked the large city.


Sam was still leaning against the tree when she felt the first signs of a ghost, her breath misting before her and the sudden drop in temperature were the first clues. Jumping to her feet she looked up to find Danny, his form growing larger as he grew closer.

"Not the time," she muttered as another feeling filled her... fear. There was someone else here, waiting. "Fuck, how could I have not noticed?!" Turning around she was hit full frontal with something gooey, the feeling of ice making her shiver. When she looked down she wasn't too surprised to find a web of ice over her body, covering most of it with an icy chill. Before her stood Beeld, his long hair floating in the wind as he smirked at her. Luckily for Sam Danny was over them and their enemy had yet to notice the other halfa.

"Finally, the master will be most pleased with my capture of you, Goth girl." The amethyst eyes narrowed at him, her lips twisting in anger. "The death penalty is too good for you so I might suggest a more lucrative arrangement benefiting me and mine." The Goth could feel the bile rising in her throat at the thought of her body being used like that, another instance coming to her mind of that same invasion of her body. That was it for her, that thought, as she leaned forward and released the contents of her stomach.

"Sick bastard," she spat as she looked up at him, the ghost male growing closer. He smirked at her tone, his gaze taking in her attire as if deciding what was under them. As he drew close enough she managed to spit some of her vomit on his shoe, a sign of disrespect to him. He growled low, his movement quick as he backhanded her, but as his smirk returned a blast come from behind Sam and stuck him in the face, the smirk gone now as a scream flew from his lips. Sam smirked now, but it faded as well when she saw the look on the young halfa's face.

Danny's face was twisted, his green eyes glowing brighter than the sun as he threw another blast at the male before him, the other ghost still down from the first one. "You fucking piece of trash!" the white haired male hissed, his right hand glowing white with another blast, one ready to demolish the male before him. "You are not even worthy to breath next to her, much less think you can-" he shuddered in disgust before towering higher over the other male, a look of hate in his shimmering orbs.

"Not like it's the first time," the man muttered, his lack of concern making the halfa over him even more ticked off as he powered his ecto ball up further while another one burned in his left hand, this one blue like a chunk of ice as it grew.

"What's that supposed to mean?!" Danny hissed angrily. "Are you fucking implying what I think you're implying?" It was as if the other ghost realizing his error as the halfa before him placed his hands together, the white orb mixing with the blue one in a flash of brilliant light. "Tell me!" he commanded, his voice growing colder and louder. At first it appeared that Beeld wasn't going to say something so Danny threw out a blast from his green orbs, the beam burning the long hair of the ghost clean off.

"Okay! Okay!" he whined, his eyes closing as he began to tell the halfa that Sam had been violated before, when they had been trying to break her. "I wasn't there, but I heard it through others who had been there." Before he could blink though his head was blown off, the ecto ball infused with ice that encased what was left of his body. After ensuring that the other ghost was indeed dead, a thing he had learned from the woman still encased in the ice web behind him, he turned to free her, but first he wanted to know.

"Is what he said true?" he whispered, his own guilt coming into play since he felt that he had failed her by leaving all those years ago. "Did... they vilola-" He couldn't even say the word, the pain in his heart forcing tears into his green gaze. Sam looked away, her own shame forcing her to nod even though she would rather never admit to such a horrible thing. She had been too weak to stop them, those ghosts that had forced themselves upon her. She could still feel their hands on her, their cold bodies pressing into her.

"Yeah, it's true," she whispered. "Please release me." He could hear the sadness and the regret in her voice revealing to him more than most would even pick up and he grew even more angry.

"Sam," he said kneeling before her, his fingers touching the softness of her cheeks. He turned her toward him, her gaze meeting his. "I am sorry that I couldn't save you. I should never have left you alone," he said as he leaned closer, his hot breath making her suck in suddenly, not because it scared her or because she was uncomfortable, but it made her ache. She looked at him and could see that he genuinely felt bad for her capture and rape, though she couldn't see how him being gone had anything to do with it... Then it hit her. The dream hadn't been right, Danny, the man before her had never hurt her. The voice that had been talking had been a woman, not a man.

"I wasn't you," she whispered. He looked at her, perplexed at her words. "I was a female."

"A female that did what?"

"The marks, the scars that I showed you. That wasn't you it was a woman." Danny realized that she was taking back what she had said earlier, her memory returning her some more of the truth, the puzzle coming together so she could see what had happened.

"Do you remember who it was?" She closed her eyes, trying to put a face to the name and yet she couldn't make it happen, the face before her blurry, but that didn't mean it wouldn't come to her at some point.

"No, I can't see them, but I can hear them and am sure that it was a woman," she stated with certainty. "I'm sorry." Danny shook his head, stating that with her lack of clear memories there was no reason for an apology. As he told her this he helped her out of the iceweb, getting her free in less than thirty minutes.

"We'll figure out who it was," he promised. And when I do they will be buried!


The funny thing that happened a few days later was a real kicker for the pair hunting down her attacker, the one that she had remembered in a dream, but had mistaken for Danny. Since Sam only remembered the woman's voice and couldn't place her face they decided to get all the female ghosts together to find out which one, little did they know that the person who had done the dreadful deed was going to find them.

Sam sat in front of the house, her eyes closed in meditation as she sat alone on the front lawn while Danny worked on his computer, listing more and more names of ghosts that resided in the Ghost Zone. As the Goth basked in the darkness overhead, a storm on it's way with lightning crackling in the distance a person stopped before her. Sam wasn't unaware of the person standing before her, she could hear their breathing and with a tone that was less than inviting she said, "You are blocking my energy, so unless you want me to put a new breathing hole in your neck I suggest you back away."

"Gotten a little more bitchy, haven't we Goth freak? Nevermind, I don't care about you. Where is Danny?" Sam's brows drew together as the voice echoed in her mind and as much as she wanted to open her eyes and look into the eyes of the person who had cut her before sending her into the Ghost Zone for several years she couldn't bring herself to look knowing that it was a human before her and that she would kill her upon sight.

"And I am sure that you are just one big ball of sugar, so if you don't want to melt then you should just fuck off," Sam said, her tone even and yet there was a hint of chill in there too. The woman huffed angerly and walked past Sam toward the door, not getting far enough fast enough as Sam threw her hand behind her to make a thin sheet of ice that tripped the other woman. "Did I say that you could go there?" the Goth inquired upon hearing the scream of pain as the female fell.

"Sam? What's go-" Danny's voice stopped as he saw the female at his feet on a sheet of ice. "Sam, that is not nice."

"Oh, I'm sorry, you see I thought that since she had stabbed me that I was entitled to a bit of payback," the Goth spat, her aura blazing around her lightly. "Seeing as I didn't leave a mark... this time." The halfa was shocked as he looked down at the shocked woman's face.

"Did you really do that?"

"Why would I do that?" the woman asked, her tone sweet. "You know she's always hated me after calling me that horrible word, Danny." Sam let out a chuckle as a memory flickered in her mind, her eyes never opening as she said the one line that had started it all.

"If by shallow you mean, 'do I think I could stand in a puddle of you and not get my feet wet'?, then yeah that was me and you are still shallow, though I think the pool's gotten a little smaller." The Hispanic woman let out a growl, Danny's eyes narrowing at Paulina in shock. "Tell him how you did it, Paulina. How you stabbed me from behind after I left school." The Hispanic grew pale at the realization that Sam remembered it, remembered how she had come up from behind and had weakened the Goth for her real plot.

"Paulina," the halfa said in confusion and anger as he realized that Paulina really had had it out for the Goth. "What is wrong with you?" She looked between the pair of halfas, Sam now standing to look at her.

"He told me that if I did it then he would take her away!" the Hispanic woman screamed.

"Who?" the halfas asked. "Who told you that?!"

"I never got his name, but he looked like a clown with a drug problem."

"Freakshow!"