After 4 Years Of Torture

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A/N Hey! This is new project I wanted to try after going in a DP and YJ fan-fiction reading spree and got a spark of inspiration. I'm going to be completely winging the plot for this so any input would be great. I also want to try for a different plot than what I've already read so tell me if the story is getting to generic. Any ways thanks - CloeTheTealSnake (Ghost)

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(Sam POV)

The bell rang. Sam cursed as she slipped into her seat next to Tucker. The Box Ghost was starting to get on her nerves, making her late for class again. Her and Tucker had been taking care of the ghosts since...

She shook her head, no need to think about that now she had to finish class- "Ms Mason, glad you made it. I hope to see you in detention too."

She groaned. And detention too. Sam lay her head on her desk and looked over at Tucker. "Can't I just kill him? He keeps distracting us." She questioned her friend, referring to the annoyance called the Box Ghost.

"We could try giving him to Walker," the African American techno geek suggested.

"That's kinda cruel don't you think?"

"It would keep him away longer," Tucker shrugged, "We need to focus more on helping Danny."

"You find anything on you girlfriend?" Sam asked as she teased the boy's obsession to technology.

"No, Lara and I didn't find anything yet. But I was hoping to find a hit in the Justice League database for any ectoenergy readings," he said glaring at the girl and sticking out his tongue in reply as he hugged his PDA.

The two settled into their own tasks as Mr. Lancer continued to drone to the class about some old piece of literature up until the bell rung for lunch.

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(Danny POV)

The pain was a burning that refused to cease, even with his healing factor. It covered his body and swelled in intensity over the larger wounds but he pushed the feeling back. He found it clashed with his icy core and distracted him from the task at hand.

He dodged as another beam was fired his way from the pair of agents below. He hid a small smile at the situation despite the circumstances of being their little experiment and training dummy. Today was the day. He had found the small Ecto-ranium free hole in the corner of the room when he had almost fallen though it. Much to his pleasure he found it lead to the earth of the outside world. All that the halfa needed to do was get the collar removed or fried enough that he could get away.

Another shot came his way. It was from one of the larger guns that they weren't allowed to hit near his neck, so usually if he failed to doge it hit his stomach. The boy quickly dropped so the shot would hit his neck, risking the possible (full) death if he missed. It hit.

The shot was jarring but the piece of metal that had been keeping him in line for the past two years fell to the ground, sparking. Everyone froze.

The agents recovered first, the first scrambling to get another collar as the other one shot at the ghost boy. These shots pulled the boy from his thoughts as he dodged. Grateful for the unintentional training from the agents,he moved towards his escape. Other agents soon entered and joined in the firing,but to no avail as the halfa slipped to freedom.