Welp, that was a pain in the butt to write. Second semester of college will be starting soon so maybe the next chapter will be written in procrastination, or maybe another update will come around spring break or summer. Who knows. Enjoy!

Walker did not move a muscle as one of his guards delivered the scouting report. The life item he had detected had already been destroyed before they had gotten there and no signs of life were nearby. If any tracks had been left behind, the ectoplasmic winds had already swept them away. Phantom's little plea for secrecy was untraceable, and Walker knew both were related. Rage flowed through him harder and hotter than a summer sun, building and building until it found a weakness. Shoving away Bullet and the scout, Walker stormed off to the burning item. Phantom would pay, and this time, he would not escape.

Danny Fenton knew in the back of his mind that they were going to be captured. At this point, it seemed inevitable. If they separated, then some people would make it, but who would he choose to be left behind to be captured? Himself of course. Dash would have to be captured, since he was on the injured team. Sam and Tucker could take a majority of the class to Dora's, and he could be with the stragglers. One ones who slowed them all down would have to be sacrificed for the sake of the group. They wouldn't be able to help escape when they would be captured because he probably would be injured in trying to protect them. Dammit. He had to make a decision soon.

The Ghost Zone rumbled, and an island in the distance crumbled. Paulina dropped her shoes, the short, sandaled heels bouncing away from her dirty bare feet. They were less comfy than she thought. The losers were in their element which meant she could show no weaknesses. Especially not to the Goth Freak. She turned to Star. "Do you think the Ghost Boy will save us?"

Star winced. Telling her thoughts to Paulina was always a bad idea, but here, she needed realistic expectations. "I hope so, but I wouldn't count on it. Don't you think he would have saved us all by now?"

Paulina sighed, her hair wrapped around her fingers, "I hope he does. I want to see his dreamy face at least once more before we die in here."

"I don't want to die," Star said, "not like this."

Danny Fenton closed his eyes. No one was going to die. Not on his watch. Keep everyone in sight so he can protect them, or send them away and decided who will get captured with him. Walker would not give up, and he had a feeling he was catching up. He grabbed Sam's hand, hoping for a touch of comfort. The shaking in Sam's hand did not help. Or maybe it was his, he wasn't sure. He squeezed her hand, whispering in her ear, "We're not going to make it."

Sam nodded, face firm. Great. She was scared too. "What are you going to do?"

Danny glanced at his class. They were all walking much too slow. Dash couldn't run, Paulina had no shoes, Nathan's asthma wouldn't let them run so far, and Mr. Lancer would be left behind as well if they started running. Mr. Rydan looked too excited to do a mad dash, and Valerie would probably put on her suit, exposing her secret to everyone. He couldn't have that. Danny squeezed Sam's hands in his own, readying himself to say it. To tell her that-

Walker's guards rained down on them faster than lightning, tearing him away from the group and throwing him in his own special van while the others… he wasn't sure. It was all so quick, he didn't notice the cuffs on his wrists until they were shocking him into obedience. He pounded on the doors in both forms, hoping to slip through, even when the cuffs kept shocking him. No. Not like this. He didn't even have a chance. Danny Fenton wasn't sure what was coming out of his mouth, but he was sure it wasn't nice. Not like it really mattered at the moment. Was this how they treated unruly prisoners? The cuffs encased him worse than a straight-jacket. He was free to move, but if it was wrong, the cuffs would shock him. His classmates. He wasn't sure what was happening to them, and he had no way of knowing. No matter how fast he tried to phase through the cuffs, they would shock him into submission. He was too late. It was all his fault.

The door crashing open like it had exploded jolted Danny out of his head. Before he reoriented himself, the cramped walls of the vehicle were gone and he was tossed into one of Walkers rooms. It felt slightly familiar, but he was pretty sure he hadn't been in this one yet. He was set on the table, where his cuffs locked him in. Danny's stomach dropped. It was not looking good for him.

"We are going to die!" Trixie shrieked as the class was put into a human proof cell. Sam had already checked. Hope was already dead.

She tried not to show it, but she wasn't sure what had happened to Danny in all of the chaos. She was pretty sure none of them escaped, and Walker would make sure Danny was the first one captured. So where was he? That problem had to be solved later. Now, the class needed her and Tucker now. She stood before the class, hands resting on her hips, and shouted with a barely contained laugh, "Welcome to Ghost Prison, may our deaths be long and our transition short."

The cell erupted into screams. Her classmates scrambled like they were on fire, trying with all of their pitiful might to escape. Tucker stood in the middle of it, face fallen as he bore holes into Sam's skull. Oh no, she was in trouble. What else was new?

"However," Sam said, much quieter, her voice rolling over their fears as an unrelenting wind, "if you want to avoid that for the time being, we're going to have to wait for our opportunity. Once it comes, we're going to have to be quick and organized." The students eventually calmed down enough to listen as Sam began laying out her plan while Tucker jotted down notes. They were going to need reminders for this.

Danny wasn't sure what was worse. The unrelenting torture, or the fact that he was still trapped. Of course, he wasn't sure for how long he's been trapped, pain makes time slow and unconsciousness… who knows. He spat out the blood pooling in his mouth again. Broken ribs, split lip, broken nose, who knows. He pulled at the cuffs in both human and intangible, happy that for once he didn't receive another shock. Wherever Walker got these cuffs, he wanted a pair. Locking the Box Ghost to his lair would be awesome and he could get possibly more than four hours of sleep in a row.

Sleeping would only be possible if he passed out again, and that wasn't much of an option either, and it wasn't like it was rest anyways. It also didn't feel like he was going to pass out for the time being, which was cool for the fact of timekeeping and thinking, not so cool in dealing with the absurd amount of pain his body was dealing with. If he moved his face too much, the dried blood would crack and the sealed wounds would have an opening to bleed out of which dripped different ways down his face. Annoying, but not deadly. Although the deadly could happen if he bled too much. A small laugh burst from his aching chest. Bad idea, but once the first laugh escaped, the others refused to hold themselves back until he was laughing manically from his chained position in the room. Trapped, no way out, no relief, and no plan for escape. What a surprise.

Walker slammed open the door to Danny's cell. "You're going to go away for a long time kid. This is only the beginning of the punishment for your crimes."

Danny's laughter ended as abruptly as it started, pain spiking every cell of his body. Awesome. "Would you accept community service of me taking out every piece of the living out of the Ghost Zone, because I'm so willing to do that." He smiled, hoping the puppy dog look would finally work in his favor.

It didn't, unfortunately. Walker laughed. "And let you escape? No, and that added another 100 years to your sentence. Anything else to add or should I get back to the more fun aspects of this chat," he held up a glowing cattle prod.

Danny dropped the look, closed his mouth, and wished Sam would show up soon. This was getting truly aggravating now. He watched the cattle prod descend towards the same hand that touched that damned button and waited for the shocking pain to be 10 times worse than it should be. As Danny's mouth opened in a bloodcurdling scream, the door exploded, sending Walker straight into his own brick wall. The cattle prod dropped to the floor with a clang before Sam stomped in with all of her furious glory with a pair of wire cutters.

"Time to leave, Danny," Sam said, her voice a sun blinding him from the orchestra of sounds of destruction behind her. She grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the destruction and the next part of her plan. Not that Danny knew that of course. She pulled him past the prisoners rioting against the guards with his classmates adding chaos to the mix. A firecracker exploded, and the students disappeared through the walls, making their escape from Walker's prison.

As their school group staggered from the prison, the imprisoned ghosts streamed out in their escape. Danny grinned. Walker was going to be even more pissed. "That went pretty well, don't you think, Sam?" Danny asked, leaning against her. His wounds would heal on their own, but it was going to take more time than he would like.

"I think so. Jailbreaks seem easier with more people to participate. It looks like everyone made it out too."

"Now Walker is going to be on our tails until we escape to the living."

Sam grinned, a maniacal twinkle in her eyes. "Not when he's too busy building his prison again." She winked at Tucker, who tapped at his PDA before putting it back in his pocket. In the distance, the prison imploded on itself, the shockwave shaking the island of the prison itself. The students fell from the tremor, and Danny lied on the ground, a sense of relief coursing through his veins. At least he knew the best path for walking home from here. Maybe their chances of surviving wouldn't be so bad. His adrenaline abated, and he fell unconscious once again, now safe in the arms of his best friend. He was safe, and Sam knew what to do. She always did. Everything would be okay.