Lyrics by Trading Yesterday - Shattered
He killed his own dad?
No, it couldn't be possible, but the blood still stained his tiny hands and his mother had screamed until her voice was gone. He was all alone now, sitting in a corner waiting for the men to drag him away.
He couldn't have done it. It wasn't possible. It was the monsters that followed him, that lay in the dark corners of his mind. It was their fault, not his!
The young boy screamed, overpowered with rage as everything went white.
~And I've lost who I am
And I can't understand
Why my heart is so broken
Rejecting your love,
without, love gone wrong
lifeless words carry on
But I know, all I know
Is that the end's beginning~
Sam sat with her legs crossed, elbows on knees and her cheeks in the palms of her hands. She was on the roof of what was left of her house, looking out into the sunset.
"You were right," Sam mumbled as Tucker came up the ladder and took a seat beside her. "I am scared."
"I knew you would run, but I was hoping for Danny's sake you wouldn't." Tucker stared out into the orange sky. "He asked me to come here in his place since you're avoiding him."
"He has the power to restrain me. Not like I can stop him from following me."
"That's the fear talking right there. You have to let that go, Sam. He's a mess without you."
"He thinks I can save him from his bad nature, but I can't even save myself." Sam took a deep breath. "I can't help him overcome this wall. He's a monster, Tucker. I thought maybe he was hurt after Valerie went crazy, but I was wrong. He has powers, and he doesn't care who he hurts with them."
"That's a lie and you know it. You're only saying that because you're scared and you're looking for any excuse to avoid him. From the start you knew he wasn't what everyone else thought. He's not a bad guy."
"How can you be so sure?" Sam demanded. "Danny's always in a fight at school, always looking for someone's pain to laugh at. That's not something good people do, Tucker. It's not right."
"How could you possibly think that after seeing what Danny's been through? He's a victim."
"He's hurt me, Tucker! Danny's the one who gave me these bruises." Sam screamed, annoyed at having to defend herself. She pointed to the distinct red marks around her neck. They were significantly better from the moment she received them, but the memory remained. "I can't face him. I made a promise to myself a long time ago. I can't stand people who think its okay to hurt others, and I refuse to be put in that kind of situation again."
Tucker adjusted his beret, shaking his head. "He didn't mean to hurt you."
"Is that supposed to make a difference?"
Tucker's face twisted in annoyance. "You think Danny does this on purpose? He's fighting an entire battle inside himself everyday. I thought you were stronger than that Sam, but I was an idiot to think you would be any different from Valerie."
"Is that what happened? Valerie started to sing canary and people put her in a mad house?"
"That was a long time ago. It was my fault for letting Danny date her. I told him it would be fine, but it wasn't."
Tucker sighed. "They went out to lunch, and something Valerie said made him snap. He ended up going ghost mode. He took a swing at her. I think she was more stunned than hurt, but something in Valerie snapped and when she started talking about an evil white haired monster it was over. Her father sent her to a mental hospital and she's been there since."
Sam turned her head to give Tucker a look of disgust. "So you think I'm just a replacement for Valerie? Someone for Danny to play with until he breaks his toy again? How can you even consider giving the same fate as Valerie to anyone else?"
"I know it's stupid, but he's my best friend!" Tucker yelled. He covered his face with his hands. "He hasn't been the same since Valerie, and nothing I or his mother do get through to him. He's all alone Sam, and I figured you of all people would understand."
She felt her defenses tighten around her. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"It's obvious you understand Danny's pain better than anyone. He wouldn't have opened up to you if you didn't. That's why I'm begging you to save him."
Sam shook her head, refusing to understand his words. "That's not fair. You can't ask me to risk my life."
"I'm asking you to save my best friend...and yours."
Sam hesitated, looking to the side.
"I know you feel something for him. You can't tell me you don't."
"It doesn't matter how I feel, okay?" Sam shouted, turning her head back to Tucker. "That could never happen. And it doesn't matter if Danny were able to change into the most decent human being in this world or ghost zone or whatever dimension we're talking about because I'll never open up to anyone." Sam stood up, stomping away from Tucker. She was so pissed at herself, and her parents for making her this way. She would never be satisfied with herself. That alone promised her an unfulfilled life.
"So that's it?" Tucker yelled before she could reach the ladder. "You're just going to walk away?"
Sam stared out at the ground, balling her hands in fists. "I don't know what you all expect from me," she hissed without turning. "Don't you get it? What Danny needs is a strong girl, someone who isn't afraid to look him in the eye and tell him she loves him. How can he be with someone who's afraid of him?"
Sam stared into the ceiling of the hotel, wondering how she was going to live for the upcoming weeks. She had enough money in her bank account to last maybe two months, and that was after she bought an entire wardrobe. The Guys in White still wouldn't let her retrieve her stuff, claiming it was evidence, so the only place for Sam to stay was a hotel. Since she wasn't old enough to rent a room, but as soon as Sam explained who her parents were, they gave her a master suite. Sam didn't like relying on them, but she wasn't about to go back to the Fenton's.
She took a shower, using the complementary shampoo and body wash, before rolling into bed with a groan. She had to face Danny tomorrow at school. What was she going to if he begged her there?
Sometime during the night rain started to pelt the roof. Sam tried to block out the sound with her pillow, but it was too loud. A thunderstorm? She restlessly turned in bed and looked out the window. She didn't see rain, but the lights outside were much too bright for the middle of the night.
Sam stood up and walked over to close the blinds, but the entire scene shocked her. There were flames across the city, and her hotel room had the perfect view of a wall of fire in the distance. People were scrambling the streets, cars were crashing like mad, and smoke lingered in the air. A car rammed into a parked vehicle, setting of the alarm.
"Hello? Is anyone there?" Someone pounded on Sam's door. "Is anybody in this room? Guests are to be evacuated immediately."
With no response the person disappeared and Sam slowly took a seat on the mattress. Another ghost attack? But this was bigger than a mere spirit. War had broken out.
The power went out, and some sane part of Sam's brain told her she should start moving. Grabbing her phone, Sam quickly ran into the hallway and down the stairwell. The door led to a parking lot in the side of the building where people stumbled all over the streets.
Sam froze. What was she going to do? Where was she going to go? She had no parents, no friends. The air in her lungs felt heavy. Was she really this alone?
"Sam!" The voice didn't register until Tucker was standing in front of the goth, shaking her. "Sam! Snap out of it!"
"Tucker?" She took in a breath. "What's going on?"
The tech wiz winced at her words, adjusting his glasses. "C'mere." He led her closer to the building. "It's Danny."
"Seriously." Her mouth could hardly form the words. "One delinquent is responsible for all this?"
A dumpster went hurtling across the sky as if a tornado had picked it clean off the ground. Bodies still flooded the streets, but many were headed in the opposite direction of the disaster.
Sam cupped her hands around her eyes to keep the wind from lashing at them. "Where is he?"
"Hard to say. He could be invisible."
"He has that ability?"
Tucker shook his head. "This isn't the time. You have to stop him, Sam. Before he destroys everything, including himself." There was a loud crash in the city. People continued running away.
"Stop him?" Sam flinched at the loud crash. "Are you crazy?"
Tucker glared at her. "You know, people made fun of you all the time in school, but I never would have called the Manson girl a coward." He scoffed. "I guess I was wrong."
She raised her voice over the chaos. "Tucker, even if I tried Danny wouldn't listen to me."
"How do you know? If you cared about him at all, you'd try to save him." Tucker approached Sam, kicking his leg out so his foot was flat against the wall. He rolled his pant leg up to reveal a burn mark.
Sam swallowed. "What is-"
"You're not the only one to feel Danny's rage." Tucker fixed his pants, and then turned to run against the swarm of screaming people.
"Where are you going?" Sam yelled over the crowd.
"To save my best friend!" He screamed back, disappearing among the mass of bodies.
"Tucker, you idiot," Sam mumbled to herself. She stood gripping the wall of the building for a moment when another crash hit the city. Sam jumped, her heart beating fast enough that her chest throbbed. "Shit!" she hissed, taking off after Tucker.
Wind and litter came from every direction, making it nearly impossible to see what was in front of her. Sam received hit after hit from items, people, and the frequent gust of wind. Her legs were pushing against the storm in a fetal attempt. Where did he go?
Something red flashed in the corner of her eye, and Sam recognized Tucker's beret. "Tucker!" She screamed, running after him.
The streets were finally clear of people, and even more destruction waited on this side of town. Sam stopped to catch her breath, setting her hands on her knees. What was she doing? Other than trying to get herself killed?
A scream shattered her thoughts. Sam looked up to see a body hurling in the air.
"Tucker!" Sam screamed. The ghost boy threw his friend to the side, leaving him on the ground. "Oh my God," Sam said, kneeling down beside him. She picked up his wrist and checked for a pulse. "Tucker, can you hear me? It's not safe here." She had to get him out of here. Sam grabbed his arm and put it around her shoulders, carrying his weight. "Gosh, you're heavy," she murmured under the weight.
Amity Park continued to fall apart around her. Most of the people had deserted the area, leaving Danny to destroy the town. Sam managed to drag Tucker over in an empty alleyway between two buildings. "Okay, I hope this is safe," she said to herself. She stared at the unconscious boy. "What were you thinking, running into danger like that? You should have been a coward." Sam sighed. "Like me."
Sam put her hands over her head at the sound of another crash. This time Danny had picked up a car and threw it at another one, forcing metal to scrape against the asphalt. Sam stared, replacing the vehicle with her own mangled body.
"This is insane!" Sam said to the sleeping Tucker. "Danny's lost control and you think I can stop him? You've probably known Danny forever, Tucker. If you can't get him under control, there's no hope for me." She put her hands over her ears to block out the noise. "There's no way I'm going out there. And I don't care if you call me a coward again. At least cowards don't get hurt."
But Sam didn't have to take one step. In an instant, the ghost appeared above them, floating in the air. Sam was finally face to face with the ghost again, but he didn't appear to recognize her.
Danny raised Sam by the collar, ready to deliver the punch.
"Please, stop!" Sam shut her eyes.
"I'm sorry! Sorry!" The young girl screamed. Her voice was filled with pain and tears that the words didn't come out right. Sam was simply screeching.
The sting of the belt against her legs hurt, but it wasn't nearly as painful as the expression on the person hitting her. She caused such a frightening emotion to come out of someone. She never thought she could make a person so angry, and this was someone she loved, someone she trusted.
Later, the young girl sat playing with her toys in her room when gentle hands hugged her. "I'm sorry, Sam." Her face was numb as she was being embraced, and for a moment it looked like she didn't care, but her lips began to tremble. She bit her lip in an attempt to remain emotionless. "I didn't mean to hurt you," the voice continued, softly petting her hair, "but you know how I get when you make me mad."
Tears dropped from Sam's cheeks and onto Danny's gloved hand. The ghost's fist was still outstretched, ready to punch her, but something stopped him. This girl was screaming and apologizing a moment before, and now she had gone completely silent as if she accepted her fate. Her eyes were shut, and tears came tumbling down in quiet prayers.
Danny dropped his hand from her shirt collar and Sam collapsed onto the pavement. She took deep breaths, leaning back against the brick wall. Water filled her vision, making it hard to see.
Danny squatted before the crying girl. He nudged her shoulder until she met his glowing green eyes. "Why did you give up?"
Sam wiped at the water on her face. When she dropped her hand, the ghost was surprised to see anger behind the tears. "Because I know I can never win."
The ghost tried to make sense of her expression. "You're angry."
"Of course I'm angry," Sam spat. "I'm fucking crying. Do you know how much I hate to cry in front of others?" She covered her face with her hands, swallowing the lump in her throat. "I won't give anyone the satisfaction of seeing me hurt. I hate people who think they can just push others around with their power. It makes me sick."
She would always be weak. A coward who ran away from her problems. She couldn't face her parents, face her past. It was something she was still trying to avoid, and knowing she was so scared made her hate herself more.
Sam's body stopped shaking enough for her to lower her hands. The white haired ghost stared at the ground as he spoke. "I hurt you again."
There was a sudden zap and Danny gasped before falling into Sam's arms. As Danny fell, Sam saw Vlad's figure standing before her, holding a taser.
He let out a sigh of relief. "Do you trust me now?"
So this was really hard to do because half of it was written and parts were missing that I had to fill in, but since I'm not in the same mood/creative mindset the flows a little...off. Sorry if it seems the tone of the story suddenly changes in the middle. I am trying guys.
So comments? They really do help me come up with new chapters so a few words of encouragement are appreciated :3