The Little Goth Girl
Chapter 5
The first thing she could see was pitch blackness. She tried to open her eyes, but they felt too heavy to move. She listened closely with her ears and could hear a small beeping noise. A heart monitor? She wondered, wait...how did I know that?! She began to panic, never before had she ever known what that beeping machine was, did someone tell her? No...as she dug through her memories she could gather no recollection of how she knew.
She tried to wiggle her body, but it felt like something was keeping her place. She managed to weakly open her eyes, but regretted it when the blinding white fluorescent lights of the room made contact with her weak eyes. She blinked repeatedly, hoping hat this would help. Luckily it did and after a while her eyes managed to adjust.
She noticed her breathing was off, she was taking in deep raggedy breaths, almost like it was too painful to take normal ones. She felt off, she felt like a different person...but how?
I'm Samantha Mason...wait-no...her last name was something else...something else with an M. Mansin? Mustard? Marrow? She groaned as a dull headache formed, what was going on? Why did she feel so disoriented? She began to squirm, hoping that she could release herself from this bondage.
With a forceful tug, she tried to pull her hands free, but by some chance, the cuffs holding her down suddenly clinked open. She gasped and quickly gathered herself. She clambered off the table as quietly as she could, but it didn't quite work out, with a yell she fell to the ground and landed on her bum, along with various objects she managed to kick down.
One in particular caught her eye as she took deep breaths and tried to calm her pulsing heart, the heart monitor beeped along with her heart beat, signaling to her when it was ok for to move. Slowly, she cautiously moved to the small object that glowed in the dark.
As and neared it, the glow became a soft neon green. She gently picked it up and felt the coolness of it calm her, but it wasn't the cold that calmed her, no, it seemed to be the stuff inside of her that calmed her frazzled nerves.
She heard a door opening and she gasped. She quickly ducked under the table and hid herself. She could hear footsteps walking down some stairs.
"Samantha?" A male called out. It was her father. Should she stay quiet? Should she talk? Don't move! A voice told her. She froze. Was someone next to her? She glanced, but she was sitting. Was the voice in her head? Was she going crazy?
"Samantha come out this instant!" Her father said sternly. She gulped. Don't move a mus-who are you? Samantha interrupted the voice.
At that point an electric surge coursed through her body, making her scream in pain. She felt like her insides were being fried. Fresh salty tears slid down her cheek as she curled into a fetal position. The electric current stopped, after what felt like an eternity and, and left her twitching on the ground. Her father walked towards her and tsked.
Sam turned around to apologize, but instead froze. This wasn't her father, this was another man. He was dressed in a black suit. He had dark rings around his eyes and grey-silvery hair. He smiled a wicked smile at her.
"Hello Samantha." He said. She gaped. His smiled widened, "I suppose you're wondering why I am here instead of your real father." He said. She nodded.
"Who are you?" She asked.
"My name is Vlad Masters." He said. Vlad Masters? The name held something to it that made her feel like she knew him.
"Have we met before?" She asked. He nodded. They had?
"Yes my dear, we have. But like I said earlier, that was when things were unpleasant. You see Samantha, you used to be friends with two boys. One of them had special abilities." He said. She blinked.
"Why are you here?! Where's my real father?!" She asked. He smirked.
"Don't you mean father and mother?" He asked. She felt her heart jolt. Her mother was alive?
"What are you talking about? My mother is dead-" she said, but one glance at the man made her doubt herself, "right?" She asked, her voice was shaking. Vlad chuckled.
"Not at all my dear. She is very much alive, along with your father." He said. She stood up weakly and glared at him defiantly.
"Where are they?" She asked. He scoffed.
"Somewhere you'll never find them." He said, "But, unless you want to see them alive ever again, I suggest you start acting a little respectful." He said. She shook her head.
"Not until I can see my parents." She said. He glared at her and pulled out a small device. A look of fear passed her eyes, but she stood her ground. That is until he clicked the red button.
She was met with a very nasty sharp pain shooting throughout her entire body. She clenched her eyes shut as the tiny electrical currents sped through her body, bringing her to her knees.
"St-stop!" She yelled through the pain. He obliged, much to her surprise. She let out the breath she had been holding and took in deep gulps of fresh air. As she coughed and wheezed she looked up at him with giant fearful eyes.
He smirked, "I believe there is no arguing my dear. I have a thousand electroits coursing throughout your system which prevent you from talking back. Should you ever feel like having free will, one push of this button and you learn your place." He snarled. She whimpered.
"How did you..." She began but trailed off. The look in his face brought up that memory of his hand trailing up her shirt, "You...you..."
"Yes, I had to do that in order to get the electroit to work properly." He said, "And don't think about trying to take it off. I've placed the electroit inside of you, which means you can't pull it out or even touch it." He said smiling. She sniffled.
"I never did anything to you." She said softly. He growled.
"That's what you think. But you've done worse, you helped that putrid ghost boy destroy me!" He yelled. She winced and coughed.
"Ghost boy? I don't know a ghost boy." She said. He sighed.
"Not now, but you will. Except this time, it will be a little different. This time, you will be his downfall, and when he sees how you betrayed him...well, let's just say he'll be ripe for the picking." He said laughing, "and that's not even the best part, if you even think about fighting against me or helping him, you can kiss your parents goodbye."
Sam stared up in horror, he wanted to use her for his evil doings. She sighed and looked away, she knew she had no choice in the matter. This was out of her hands. She could only cower fearfully beneath the shadows of the table and listen to the evil laughter of him, as it seemed to echo off the walls and back to her.
oh my land...things just got complicated. So who's up for a little Danny and Sam first day meeting? Hehe I am!
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'Lyssa
Author and Teenager