Unexpected allies

Chapter 4: A Distraction

"Why are we here, Sam?" Tucker asked.

They were in her room, and that was something really strange. Sam rarely let him come there. Shutting the door behind and turning the key in the iron door, she sat on the bed, and it whined under the weight of the two.

"I wanted to show you something," the raven haired huntress smiled.

"And that will be..."

Sam dug inside her old pillow, where she had hid her newest possession. She showed it to her friend, whose green eyes widened in shock.

"Is this..."

"Chocolate. Yes."

Tucker outstretched his hand, but then stopped himself all of a sudden. 

"Where did you take it?"

"Phantom gave it..." Sam slowly said.

"Are you sure this is alright to eat the thing?"

"The expiration date hasn't yet come. Or do you think it is poisoned?"

"Maybe. Who knows what that sneaky ghost had in mind."

"Why would he free me and then kill, Tucker? I don't know that much to be of such big threat."

Tucker sighed and rubbed his temples. She did have a point, there was no actual need, but who knew what a cruel joke the ghost could make for a laugh. But while he was thinking, his friend had already unfolded the wrapping. The first bite was for her, and, guided by her seemingly flawless logic, she took it. She was in heaven, so sweet and delicious. There was also something sticky inside, of shade brighter than the bar itself. Nougat, apparently. Sam smirked smugly at her friend, as nothing happened to her.

Tucker sighed and took a piece himself.

"Well, one point to the oddity of the situation," he mumbled afterwards.

Sam decided to put away the rest - to save it for later. After shifting back to her spot on the mattress, she looked at the dark skinned teen.

"Can't help but agree."

"Sam..."

"I know, I know, he is still an evil ghost prince, no need to tell me that. He is just...so strange for one of these things."

"He sure is," Tucker crossed his arms. "Maybe he has enough consciousness because of his power. Or maybe he was born like this. If he was in the first place, that is. It's all just a game to mess with you, to entertain himself."

"He was pretty straightforward with me. And he said that next time he will kill me."

"Then there is no need to go looking for him. Not that there has been any in the first place."

"You are right. But the problem is, we have to know more about him. Fright Knight we know of. His powers, character, weaknesses...But the prince...he could be a huge threat."

The reminder of their vulnerability was still fresh in her mind. Their compromised hideout was still in grave danger. The question remained — how much time they still had before the prince got bored of his game.

The following days were filled with hard labor. The known entrances must be shut, and that's what had happened. They also were obligated to go through harder trainings from that moment on. Exhausting, tiresome trainings. No complaints were received, especially from Sam, who had been the last one to even think about it. An example to Tucker, who had to be taught at least self defense. Once again, being the technically inclined and talented in his field, he didn't need to fight outside.