Royalty

Chapter 14: Promises

Sam didn't know what hit her. A bright light replaced by darkness, a prolonged blindness filled with strange and twisted sounds. Her core was gripped by fear never felt before, being held in a tight compartment, in the hands of the man who many times said nothing, aside from voicing his desire to wipe her ilk from the face of existence. Her mind was left with few things to do but think. Contemplate and find the ways to escape. No use. Danny had told her that Thermos was impossible to get out even for the ninth level, she was a humble six. Sam could not phase out, she only hit the wall of the contraption, which was bigger on the inside than it seemed. Taking a shaky breath, the ghost came to a realisation of how helpless she was. So she sat, putting her back against the wall.

No, she did not panic. Panic would get her nowhere. If anything, she was going to take her sweet time with whoever it was who trapped her. Just wait until she was released for even a moment. Her sensitive hearing could make out some sounds, mostly blabbering about how the mighty Jack Fenton finally caught a ghost. Sam was...at a loss. Frustrated about her own stupidity, angry at that giant of a man, scared of that giant of a man and what he could do. Sighing shakily, the girl sat on the cold floor of the thermos, so big on the inside. It must be a nasty nightmare...she did not sleep, she never did, so it was quite real, just like the constant shaking. Sam could only assume that Mr. Fenton had decided to ride the vehicle himself.

"Oh, you will be sorry for messing with our family, you little spectre!" Jack kept blabbering. "Enamouring my poor son and thinking you can get away with it? Fat chance, ghost."

"Har-har. Look who is talking about fat," Sam muttered.

"Ha! Is it the best you've got? Please, those are muscles, they are just...disguised."

The ghost girl was honestly surprised to know that he could hear her. Not that it would change much.

"I wasn't even trying, I'm sure you will get your portion when the time comes, Mr. Fenton."

"Look how polite we are. That's the right attitude."

"I am the daughter of one of the most powerful ghosts of the Realms. He won't take kindly to your offence."

"For a ghost wearing tree leaves you act too much like kids these days. Going to cry to your father now?"

"I act like an adolescent because I am one."

"My son may have bought it, but I am not as naive. You ghosts are deceitful to your cores."

"Your son is one of the brighter people I've met. What is a bigger sign of intelligence? Being entrenched in nothing but assumptions or being able to question them?" Then Sam realised that it'd be better to not play smart, "Although...he doesn't know what I am."

"Precisely. You lie to him and for what? So you could hold him hostage if needed to get to our family?"

"No! I stayed with him because...I feel a connection."

"A connection," Jack repeated, not understanding this at all.

"Yes. You won't understand."

"Even in death you teens are similar. This is not real, just a shred of your past memories and emotions."

"This is just ridiculous. Even if they were shreds, it doesn't make them any less real. I still felt those at some point, and they came about when I met Danny. Only near him. This must amount to something. And I always was a ghost!"

Jack did not respond. And the conversation came to a halt. Sam sat near the wall of her prison, hugging her knees, waiting until something would happen. Needless to say, the waiting was filled with dread, and it was about that time when Danny found that dreaded letter.