I have lost interest in this story, this is the final chapter for now.

~W.W

Walker dropped the shears on a metal tray, cracked his hands and neck, before turning to Danny.

"You're a tough kid," I'll give you that. But everyone has a breaking point, regardless of this healing factor of yours." Said Walker.

To have such an ability in your human form is interesting to say the least. I don't know if it has to do with you being a halfa, but I do wonder what its limits are. Said Walker.

Now, what shall we try next? Walker turned towards the tray of tools, his hand ran across each one before stopping on the hacksaw.

He looked at Danny, who was covered in fresh and dried blood. Walker had been at this for hours, and in that time, Danny had lost fingers, toes, his nails, and had his tendons severed on the backs of his heels.

Back at Amity Park, the Fenton household soon became aware of their son's absence.

Jack climbed the stairs and turned the corner, heading towards Danny's room.

He gave a light knock and turned the handle, then slowly opened the door. "Danny, I know I was harsh earlier, but I hope-" Jack stopped talking when he noticed his son was nowhere in sight.

I hope you know that your words can't describe the shit you're going to be in when I find you, Danny, his father grumbled.

As Jack headed downstairs he peaked his head into each room looking for Danny. He finally headed to the basement, only to find his wife Maddie tinkering.

Hey, you haven't seen Danny by chance? He asked. Maddie stopped and pulled back the hood on her jumpsuit, showcasing her short, messy brown hair.

She paused for a moment. "I don't think I've seen him at all today now that you mention it. I had assumed he was sulking in his room this entire time," said Maddie.

Jack threw his hands up in the air. "I bet he snuck out. The only thing is, where to and with whom?"

Jack, honey, relax. We'll just get in touch with Sam and Tucker's parents. I'm sure he's probably over there, just cooling off. That doesn't mean his punishment won't be any less severe when he gets home.

The Fentons called both parents, each one giving the same response that they had not seen Danny and did not know where he would be.

Across town

Yes, if I see him, I will let you guys know. Yes, I promise. Ok, bye. Tucker hung up his phone and turned back to Sam.

Fenton called your parents, too, huh? She said. Yeah, they must be really worried about Danny, but I'm sure he's somewhere just cooling off. Tucker said with a shrug.

I know you don't want to talk about this, but he's been getting reckless lately, right? I mean, starting a fight with Vlad in front of his parents; that doesn't seem like Danny. He usually settles his rivalry with Vlad as The Phantom, said Sam.

Yeah, I mean you got a point. Plus, Vlad is the Amity Park hero now, and Danny gave up being a hero. It seems like there's something going on, and Vlad might have the answers we need to find Danny, Tucker said.

Tucker and Sam plotted how they would get Vlad to spill what he knew. But first, they had to find him.

We could use the Specter Speeder to find Vlad's portal, but Sam cut Tucker off and showed up at his house unprepared. Plus, traveling the Ghost Zone without Danny is pretty sketchy.

Also, with how on edge the Fentons are, there is no way we could sneak into the lab to "borrow" it, Sam pointed out.

We need to make him come to us, she said.

"Okay, and how exactly do you suppose we do that?" Tucker asked.

Well, you said Vlad's the new hero around here, right? Given this is Amity Park, between the ghouls and ghosts, it's just a matter of time before we catch Vlad. Said Sam.

Two days have now passed since Danny was captured and his friends and family began searching for him.

Jack slammed the phone on the receiver. "Just find my son!" His shoulders were moving with each breath, his anger and frustration fueling him.

Maddie's eyes were red; it was clear she had been crying for a while.

Jazz peeked into the room and saw how troubled her parents looked.

"How could you do this to Mom and Dad, Danny? Just come home," she thought, leaning her back against the wall.

Downtown, Sam and Tucker were patrolling the streets, looking for any sign of Vlad or Danny. They had been doing this for the last two days.

Sam, we've been at this forever. Can we just admit that we have no idea what we're doing?

We have yet to see anything: no ghouls, no ghosts, no sign of Danny or Vlad. I mean, we are all out of moves here. Unless you have any other ideas you'd like to share? Tucker said, defeated.

Sam turned towards Tucker; it was clear she was frustrated with him, but mostly with the situation itself.

I don't know, Tucker. All I can say for sure is that Danny needs us, or at least his family needs us to find him.

So we need to keep at it. Something or someone is bound to give us an idea on where he is, Sam said.

They began walking again, making their way down the street, when Sam noticed someone had begun following them.

She saw a figure, nothing remarkable. Average height and average build. But something about them was off-putting.

It's probably just me being paranoid, she thought. So she took a right turn at the corner, but a few moments later, the figure was still on her trail.

Sam repeated this process a few more times. But this last turn would be the one that finished them.

Dang it! She said, realizing she had turned down a dead-end alleyway. Tucker finally looked up from his PDA and cocked his head to the side. Uh, Sam, why are we in an alley?

"No time, just go back this way," she said, grabbing Tucker's arm and leading him in the opposite direction.

But it was too late, the figure turned the corner and stood dead center in the alley.

"What do you want? Why are you following us?" Sam asked.

The figure took a step forward, the light now hitting their face. Allowing Sam to finally make out more details.

A man with brown hair and glasses, roughly in his twenties, took another step towards them. "Let's make this quick; I've got places to be." The way he spoke made it seem as if he was full of himself.

"What are you making so quickly?" Tucker yelled, taking a step in front of Sam.

He said coldly, "Lunch," slowly walking towards his meal.

"Lunch? What does that mean?" Tucker retorted.

Ugh, are you guys really that dense? I'm a ghoul. You're in my hunting ground. He stopped walking.

He stared at them for a minute. Let me try this again a little more clearly.

I'm going to kill you. He looked delighted at the thought.

The words echoed in Sam and Tucker's heads, a cold chill running down their spines. He's not joking; he really means it. They both shared one thought: Run!

Sam went to the left of the alley, and Tucker went to the right. They thought that if they ran on both sides, he couldn't catch them both. Someone could call for help.

Sam and Tucker looked at eachother, then gave a slight nod before they both began to sprint towards the ghoul.

In an instant, he was there. Like they were moving in slow motion, he backhanded Sam, sending her into the brick wall lining the right side of the alley.

The impact echoed. Tucker turned towards Sam, but she was knocked unconscious. Their lives rested in Tucker's hands, but what could a technogeek even do?

In a moment, he had stood over Tucker. A devious grin crossed his face. "Tell me, whose idea was it to run head-first into the guy trying to kill you?"

Tucker was paralyzed with fear. How does Danny do this? How does he stand before such monsters unphased by how close he comes to death, Tucker thought.

"Huh? Come on, kid. Don't bore me now. Don't you want to save your friend's life?" the ghoul asked.

He looked disappointed at Tucker. With a sigh, he said, "Have it your way." He raised his leg and kicked Tucker in the ribs, sending him tumbling across the alley.

Guess I'll start with you, the ghoul said, approaching Sam.

"No!" Tucker yelled, mustering all his strength to lift his head up.

"Oh? Still got some life in you, do we?" The ghoul turned back to Tucker.

He stood towering over Tucker. Well, come on, kid, get up. Surely you don't plan to fight me lying down, do you?

Tucker slowly began to stand back up; he didn't have the strength to stand straight, so he stood doubled over.

He raised his fist above his face, staring down the man who would most certainly bring him to an end.

Tucker took a step and swung at the ghoul but winced as he was struck with a flash of pain through his body. His fist didn't even land remotely close.

The man, Spartan, kicked Tucker dead center in the chest. The impact of the kick caused him to cough up blood.

He wailed in pain, holding his side with one arm and trying to grab his PDA with the other to call for help.

He pulled the PDA out of his pants pocket, but the screen was riddled with cracks. He strained to see his contact list.

The ghoul kicked it out of his hands. I'm afraid that you've run out of time. Gonna have to wrap this up now.

He placed his foot between Tucker's armpit and began to pull on his arm. Tucker screamed in pain. He felt his flesh tearing, his sight began to blur, as he faded in and out of consciousness.

I can't take the pain anymore; my body's shutting down. Tears began to roll down his cheeks.

"Sam, I'm sorry I couldn't save us," Tucker thought to himself.

Just as Tucker was passing out, he saw someone coming at the ghoul.

Back in the Ghost Zone, Danny still hadn't given Walker the answers he wanted regarding Skulker's death.

It seems we are at an impasse. Physically, you are resilient. The healing factor is something else. So I've decided to change up my methods. Walker said, awaiting Danny's response.

"Hmm, guards, bring them in!" Walker shouted.

Danny raised his eyes, looking through his bangs.

The ghost that was overshadowing them departed from their bodies.

They both dropped to the ground, dizzy and disoriented.

So here's the deal, ghost punk. I'll let you save one of them. All you gotta do is tell me which one. Said Walker.