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Tortured Phantoms	By : Melaniem2108 Category: G through L > Kingdom Hospital Views: 901 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hospital, Stephen King does. I make no profit from this, it is just fan-fiction written for amusement. Only Samantha and Jason are mine, as is the plot.

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I do not own Kingdom Hospital, Stephen King does and credit for the song 'Sweet Dreams Are Made of This' goes to the Eurythmics and Marilyn Manson respectively. But the version I've chosen for this fic is the Marilyn Manson one.
A seventeen year old Samantha found herself in a clouded world. She was at a lake that was oddly familiar and fog was clouding almost everything. Her hands flew to her stomach. No damage. There's a small scar near my ribs but that's it. It's like it never happened. She began to sob quietly, her breath coming out in light green bursts of smoke. "Samantha.." Her attention was pulled away to see a younger version of herself standing on rocks waves brushing her small feet. Gazing further down she saw that they were standing near a dock over the water. Is this heaven? Hell? Is that really me standing there? I have to be dead. I remember being in the hospital.. How did I get here if I'm dead?
"Samantha..." Jason's voice called to her from the edge of the dock that Samantha had been brought to when she was twelve. Four years to the day of her parents' death. Her parents had died in a tragic boating accident near the docks. They had been driving a speed boat around the wide lake, when they'd lost control of the steering and crashed into the docks, narrowly missing Samantha who was playing slightly further downstream with Jason. She had seen it happening before Jason did, he'd pulled her out of the way just in time before the boat exploded taking the lives of both of her parents with it. She'd tried immensely to forget that day. Nightmares had plagued her for years but this was different. For one her parents weren't there, every nightmare had been of the accident.
"Samaantha...." The voice called again. She felt her legs carry her closer. Both versions moved at once. Little Samantha reached Jason first, taking his outstretched hand coming to the very edge. She watched intently as the younger girl gazed into the water oblivious to anything around her. "Look. See. You will see it all." His voice took a deeper tone moments before she was pushed into the water with a scream escaping her lips, letting water fill her lungs.
The older and younger girls were suddenly one as her gaze landed on a black haired man wearing an old white shirt with grey pants and red suspenders. She tried to break for the surface but something was grabbing her head and holding her down under the water. She could see nothing but blackness. Let me go! No PLEASE! I don't want to be dead! Her lungs were constricting trying to grasp even the slightest bubble of air but failing miserably. The force holding her down suddenly pulled away as if in shock and the shadow cast over the water disappeared along with it. But it was too late, whatever saved her didn't come soon enough. Moments later she lost consciousness a new voice echoing in the abyss of her mind.
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"Sweet dreams are made of this, who am I to disagree? Travel the world and the seven seas. Everybody's looking for something. Some of them want to use you. Some of them want to be used by you. Some of them want to abuse you-" The voice was both soothing and eerie. But it ultimately was what called Samantha from her unconscious.
Samantha began to asphyxiate as she tried to breathe through the dirty liquid that was surrounding her, shooting out of the fetal ball she had curled herself into. I can't breathe! What the hell is happening? Where am I?! She began to struggle, her attempts to reach the surface futile as her flaying arms came in contact with a hard surface. "Stop that if you know what's good for you! This feeling of suffocation is all in your mind. You can breathe under here short-timer." The bubbles in the liquid disappeared and her unruly black hair ceased its movement to reveal the hard object to be a torso. A very naked torso.
Great. The first time I see a guy naked and I'm dead. Just my luck.
Her eyes rose to meet another pair. He's that guy from before, the one from the hospital room. But he was in my dream too. What the hell am I doing in water with him? He had a cocky smirk on his face that distracted from the harsh glare in his dark eyes. Samantha looked away. On second thought a better question would be why is he naked?!
"Enjoying the view short-timer? Might as well seeing as I am and we both match." She could hear the laughter in his voice. But it was his last remark that brought her attention to herself. Holy crap! I'm naked! What did this bloody perve do to me?! "Who the hell are you, what are we in and what have you done with my clothes?!" She moved to cover herself but it only brought their bodies closer. Shit, no. Bad body, go the other way. The liquid stung a bit against her skin and she felt her back hit a glass tank.
"I'm Paul, if you must know short-timer we're in a saline solution and I didn't do anything to your clothes they were taken off you after you died. But if you ask me you're better this way. Easier to hurt without having to worry about dragging through pesky layers to get to the best stuff." His hand ran down her side as he spoke leading a path to small scar, the only evidence of her fatal attack. "Liar. Let me out of here now." Samantha pushed him away from her, making another break for the surface.
His arm shot out and dragged her back down under him. Okay, thank you to whoever's watching he's not totally naked. Her relief was shortlived as he cradled himself between her legs and held her down, his face was the first thing she saw and he looked pissed. "Don't try that again, and don't call me a liar. Try again and you won't like what I'd do to you. I'm not the only one around here and I doubt you want them to see you like this," he snarled each word.
"Ooh hit a nerve did I? Poor baby. Now let me go!" She tried to buck him off but it only aggrivated him more. His face darkened considerably, there was no more playful Paul. Only this psycho aggressive one. In one quick movement his teeth latched onto her shoulder, tearing through the flesh with one bite. Blood or something equally dark bled from the wound, colouring the saline an even dirtier brown. Samantha screamed in agony, her new wound burning white hot. The pain from the bite and the liquid sting was too much for her, tears streamed from her eyes and she began to plead with him to stop.
A door slamming open nearby is what finally took his attention away from her. Both of their eyes flew to the two people now standing there. The young girl with holes in her head and a tall man with bandages around his head and a hospital gown. Paul immediately went on the defensive, his back straightening as he grabbed Samantha and threw her behind him, slamming her against the glass.
"GET OUT! Both of you stay away from her she's mine!" Samantha watched in fear as Paul roared at the little girl. But the little girl wasn't fazed. "He can't hurt us. When he's in the tank he's less powerful. He has to stay in there. To recharge I think." The words out of the little girl's mouth shocked Samantha. Less powerful? You mean that when he's out of here he's stronger? Her thoughts were broken by the deep growl coming from Paul.
"We have to help her Peter. Please." The little girl looked up at the man pleadingly. Peter glanced between the girl and the tank, his mind made up as he began to walk towards the two submerged ghosts. Paul was snarling as Peter reached over him to get to Samantha. Peter had just grabbed her wrist, unfortunately his arm blocked his view of Paul rearing up before grabbing his arm and pulling him closer to the water. A tug of war ensued between the ghost and the short-timer. Paul pulling Peter closer and the other pulling away. Ow! I'm not a rag-doll! Are they crazy? They're gonna pull my arms off!
A mighty roar reverberated through the room as an anteater-turning-human burst in. Power radiating off of every part of him. He grabbed Peter by the shoulder and threw Peter behind him towards the young girl, Peter landing flat on his back. The anteater-man reached into the saline without hesitation, pulling Samantha towards the surface. He looks almost exactly like Paul, his hair is straighter. Paul yanked her back by her stomach, although each pull made by him was small compared to the ones made by the new-comer. "Enough." The not-Paul commanded, a tone of finality. His arm making one sharp pull and she was free of Pauls' grasp.
Snarling in anger Paul tried to make another lunge at her but coming short as his powers were weakened considerably. He could do nothing but thrash and snarl in his tank, too weak to break free. Samantha's gaze went instantly to the new-comer as he gave her his leather jacket. Is this Antibus? The one that attacked me? It can't be. It was then she remembered she was nude and immediately covered herself as much as the jacket would allow. Antubis chuckled lowly and led her towards the little girl tending to Peter just outside the door. Samantha glanced at the surrounding room, it looked like a hospital only dirtier and everything had a dark hue to it. "I'm Mary. This is Peter. You've met Antubis," her voice was like a small bell. Her gaze finally lifted from her patient and met Samantha's.
"Hello Mary." Samantha nodded in acknowledgement. "Antubis will she be my pal?" Mary's eyes gleamed hopefully, Samantha couldn't say no to her. "If she wishes to be." Antubis replied. The little girl's face fell for a moment before, perking up yet again. "Samantha will you be my pal?" "I'd be honoured Mary." Samantha agreed. The little ghost girl's face pulled into an ear-splitting grin before she pulled Peter through a dirty hallway. Antubis came up besides her and smiled encouragingly and started walking ahead.
Samantha glanced between Antubis and the door she had come from and she took no time to reach his side. "Antubis huh?" She asked tilting her head slightly. "A misunderstanding, my true name is Anubis. Mary understands it to be Antibus. For her I change my form accordingly. Hence the anteater." He turned and smiled at me. Anubis? Egyptian God of the Dead? Seriously? She gasped as her thoughts were yet again interrupted but not by anything spoken aloud. Seriously. His voice was in her head and it wasn't all in her mind if the smug grin on Anubis' face was anything to go by.
The God of the Dead killed me? I'm screwed.
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