I do not own Danny Phantom

P.S. This chapter gets a bit GRUESOME. So warning.

A combination of screeching and hissing free you from your transfixed state. Startled, you look up from the pages and towards the origins of the sound. You decide later to describe the sight as "thrilling". Liquid shadows ooze from the walls and slide among the bookshelves. Tendrils grabbing and tearing at the brick and mortar, opening the far side of the library's walls. Excitement combines with fear. Excitement from your new ability to see outside the library, your curiosity can now be lightly eased. However the fear comes from the sight itself; wisps of darkness tinted green floating aimlessly emit the feeling of death. Broken parts of buildings levitating among the green directionless leads you to a conclusion: This place, this world, this dimension (or whatever it is!)is dying. Deteriorating right in front of your very eyes and you don't know how to get out.

Fearing for your life you spring from the chair from which you had resided. Unconsciously grabbing the book laying in front of you, you spin around in search for somewhere you can go, somewhere you can hide. You know is that this stupid diary is your only salvation and that you need to read it, as this has all been stated before, but you are running out of time (and room) to read it.

Maybe I should just skip to the end you wonder to yourself. After all, that would make a logical move. Skip to the end, to the part that may end up giving you your freedom; quick, easy, and convenient. You stop and open the diary to the page you were at previously. Almost as though in response to your actions the room groans, the screeching becomes shrieking, and the shadows double their pace. You flip past the next page which contains a generous amount of text and continue (without paying much attention) until the last page. You gasp as you stare at a blank page and growl at the magic laced book.

I hate this you think, this stupid thing is going to make me read all of it! You begin to panic, searching around the room once more. There has to be something, anything, you can use to buy yourself at least a page or two. Its then that you spot it, in the upper left corner of the library, a window. You momentarily pause confused that you hadn't spotted it earlier. You were very thorough in your searches and you are very certain you had checked that spot. A loud snapping sound grabs your attention, you look back towards the shadows and see that they have now claimed half of the library. You realize you need to leave. Right. Now.

Sprinting with all your might, adrenalin filling your veins, you run towards the window. Midstride your left ankle suddenly becomes unable to continue its movement. You become unbalanced and quickly fall forward onto the hard wood. Rolling over you freeze in fear as you gaze at the shadow that has taken your ankle hostage.

Silky, sticky, slimy, and writhing extensions wrap around your ankle and drag you towards a hulking mass of shadows that seem to become more defined the closer you are pulled. It turns, a pair of glowing red disks pierce through the dark and narrow into slits as it gazes at you. The shadows in the library retreat into this obese form enlarging it, detailing it, and solidifying it. The darkness parts underneath its (what look like eyes) unleashing a cold blue light that sends a chill up your spine. A deep, almost rhythmic sound, surrounds you. It sounds almost familiar. Laughing, you decide that this thing is laughing at you.

Completely freaking out, you scream and thrash, accidentally kicking the creature into its left glowing eye, allowing your ankle to, miraculously, slip from the creature's oily grip. You stumble and crawl away from it as it reels from you crying out in pain. You stagger as you go back into your upright position while simultaneously attempting to move forward towards your only hope of escape.

Long strides move you quickly, however you hear the shadow's slick movements approaching you from behind. Fear becomes an excellent motivator allowing you to reach the window even faster than you ever thought possible. Grabbing the window roughly you yank the frame upwards, ignoring the shattering of both the glass and the wood, you climb through the opening and stumble into a dark corridor. You turn and watch the progression of the creature and become puzzled as it appears unable to follow, struggling behind the broken frame, attempting to pierce the barrier.

You sigh in relief as it appears the threat is currently nullified. Looking back down the corridor you see a faint light. Curious, you hesitantly make your way towards it, eyeing the shadows and watching for movement, you prepare yourself for another threat. Close enough to see the lit area you nearly groan in frustration. Sitting there in the middle of the lit room was a blue chair. On top of the cushion was a folded piece of paper. Another god damn note. You feel the need to scream in frustration. When will this torment end? Why aren't these people who are leaving these STUPID notes around helping you?

Angered you stop over to the note and yank it up to read. (Ignore the periods, the formatting would not work otherwise)

I've done

... ... ... ... ... what I

... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...can

... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...you

... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... need to

... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...get out-

Danny

You pause, something at the back of your mind nagging at you. Your gaze settles back onto the stupid chair and you sigh in resignation as you settle into it and open the book to your previous page.

I don't have enough time, Danny.

I ran for quite a while. Ran from myself, my guilt, and the GIW who were relentlessly seeking revenge and now had the aid of top government resources in order to attain my capture due, to me being deemed highly dangerous after my murder spree on the GIW bastards.

While evading capture I found various abandoned buildings, caves, unused campsites, and general good places to rest my head a night all over the U.S. I had a few close calls, but nothing that resulted in a life being lost. After finding Sam moving around got harder; we couldn't go as long without food or water, she was more susceptible to disease and she slept a lot more than I did… but I didn't really care. I had my Sam back.

I remember so many nights I held her through her nightmares and promised I would never let the GIW get her again. So many nights I'd try to forget the horrific state I'd found her in.

I told her more about my fears on the monster I was becoming, more than I ever told Jazz. I told her how I couldn't remember what I did to the GIW, I could only remember the aftermath. I told her about Jazz and how it felt to realize my older sister had become a ghost before I actually saw it. About how I saw her and Dad die over and over again in my dreams.

I told her everything because in the end she was still my best friend. In the end I still hoped I meant something to her. I think that in the end I did. I did mean something to her.

It was just some random day. Nothing special had happened so far and we weren't expecting anything to start. Just an ex-boyfriend and girlfriend sitting together talking, repairing our friendship before we think to attempt something more again, when the door to the abandoned building we were staying at was broken down.

Men in white suits flooded the one room home. Various men grabbed Sam and held her back while the others held ecto-pistols to my head and regular pistols to hers.

"Phantom, you are coming with us." Or it was something like that at least. I don't really remember, I wasn't paying much attention to anything except for Sam. I was tunnel visioning, staring only at Sam while thinking over and over in my head no, not again! No, no, not again! But I knew what they wanted. I knew the drill from their last attempt.

"Let Sam go. I promise I'll go peacefully."

"Then put these on," stated a pale red headed male agent throwing over to me a pair of ecto-cuffs. They landed on the carpeted floor with a metallic clang as the cuffs collided together.

I slowly bent down and grabbed the cuffs. I had glanced once at Sam, who was furiously shaking her head no, before complying and placing the cuffs around my wrist. but I couldn't let them have her again. I wouldn't let her break again. She didn't deserve that.

An agent approached me cautiously and grabbed my cuffed hands, testing to see if I put them on all the way, looked back and nodded to his fellow agents. I thought the nod had just been to assure the others I was safely detained.

The nod was not a sign but a signal.

The agent holding Sam at gun point nodded back before he moved the gun to her torso and shot. Sam cried out in pain as the Agents restraining her let her fall to the floor in a crumbled heap, before moving over to me to attempt to escort me out.

"Why!?" I cried out to them, "Why did you shoot her!?" I screamed tears falling frantically down my face.

The agent who nodded looked at me apprehensively and stated confidently, "No witnesses."

Sam, who they had experimented on and tortured. Why did I ever think they'd let her, a liability, go back into the world?

This time was different from the last because of one crucial thing.

I remember it.

I saw red and in my anger I broke the cuffs to pieces. I grabbed the nearest agent turned my hand intangible, placed it in his chest, and ripped his heart out. Blood pooled on the floor but I didn't care. I wanted all of them to just die!

I remember being shot at, avoiding blasts, and ripping out essential organs (mostly hearts) with every awareness a person can have. I knew what I was doing this time and I was in control of myself.

I just didn't care. I killed them all.

Heaving and huffing after the last agent had fallen, a thin puddle of blood covering the floor, staining the white suits, a weak voice called out to me.

"Dan-Danny,"

Sam, she had lived long enough to see all of that.

I was at her side instantly holding her up and looking at her with regret and sorrow. "Sam, I-"

"Promise me," she coughed, "Don't ever be that thing again Danny,"

This promise, unlike the last I knew I could not keep. "Sam," I whispered.

"Promise!" She demanded.

"I'll try Sam. I promise."

By the time I had finished my sentence Sam was gone.

You flip the page.

A/N Sorry it's been so long. Got a new computer and my old one died so all my story line and beginnings of the next chapter was lost which really upset me. Plus, collage is HARD. I WILL finish this though. This story will be completed because I HAVE to finish the ending! I just love the direction!

Until next time!