Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom. I am just a dedicated fan.

DarkDragonQueen: I started watching Danny Phantom until about three months ago and I didn't really watch it. It was my sister and one day it was the only thing on and I completely fell in love with the show. I've been reading the fanfiction for a while and this story kind of came to my mind. I didn't want to write it until I saw a few stories that calmed my nerve. It's an Alternate universe and Sam has never met Danny or Tucker and she's never been to Amity Park Before although she will get there in chapter three. This is also my first attemp at a Danny Phantom story.

Also no flames, but I do accept constructive criticism. Please bear with me because although I know the basics of grammar, I never did look at the detail. Don't worry my grammar isn't horrible where you can't read it, but it isn't exactly perfect where I could go and become an English teacher.

With that said here is chapter one of this story.

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Death of an Innocent

By

DarkDragonQueen

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My life has changed so much since my death a few months ago. Yes, my life. I know what you're wondering. How can your life change and you're dead? Are you a Ghost? Well, to answer that, I am very much alive. In fact I feel more alive now that I did before I died. Okay, now you're saying this person is mental and needs to see a psychiratrist immediately, but I'm very much sane... I think anyway, because when you hear my story I won't blame you if you think I've lost my sanity.

So I'll tell you about my life and what's happening, but first you need to see how I got here in the first place and that starts with how I died. It's rather interesting actually...

Samantha Manson (or Sam as she prefered to be called) sat outside of her home waiting. She had been waiting for the past ten minutes and she hated waiting.

"Argh..." she groaned "Where is she? She was supposed to be here by now. Typical her though. She's always late and never gives a care."

She was waiting for her cousin Alicia (or Aly as she liked to be called,) who was really not her cousin. Her other was close with Aly's mother and were like sisters so one day when Aly's mother came to visit her best friend the two small children hit it off like they had known each other forever. Aly actually lived with them now after her parents tragically died in a car accident and since Sam's mother was her godmother Aly came to live with them.

The fifteen year old goth girl paced back and forth in front of her home as she waited for her friend to come from her violin lesson (the ones she didn't want to take, but was forced to because Sam's mother thought it would teach her to mellow down a bit help get rid of her wild streak and fiesty attitude).

Finally an African- American girl with long dark brown hair that had small curls in it from the middle to the point where it stopped at her knees (Sam always wondered how it grew so long) and pretty carmel colored skin came up to the goth girl. She wore jeans that flared out at the knee and a white bouse with a black tube top on under it and black ankle boots.

"Where were you?" Sam asked dryly

"I got caught up in my lessons and asked my teacher to give me a bit of help in something I was playing around with on my own." Aly replied

"You relly expect me to believe that?" Sam asked raising an eyebrow

Aly pouted. "How did you know?"

"You hate your lessons and will remind your teacher when it's time to stop. I was there when you did it once and made up a crazy excuse saying that you had to pick up a girl from daycare and watch her until her mother came home." Sam reminded

"Well it was true." Aly countered

"And you used it every Saturday at you lessons when it wasn't true after that," Sam added dryly

"You got me." Aly admitted

"So where were you?" Sam asked

"Where I wasn't supposed to be." Aly replied as they started down the sidewalk

"You mean hanging out with those hookers you made friends with?" Sam asked

"Yeah, but they're really nice and they don't deserve the treatment and the bad looks they get from other people as if they're not worthy to walk the ground we put our feet on." Aly defended

"My mother is going to kill you when she finds out." Sam said bluntly

"She's not going to find out unless you tell her. I hung out with prostitutes all the time in New York before my perents found out from my cousin who read my diary. Besides, it's not like I'm a prostitute so it's no worries." Aly said waving her hand back and forth in front of her face

"But you know it's dangerous to go down there in that part of town. There are gangs and drug dealers and pimps and-"

"Since when has knowing something was dangerous stopped either of us." Aly asked turning to face Sam

Sam sighed. Aly had a point. "But even I don't do anything dangerous unless it's necessary and even I'm not dumb enough to go to that part of town."

"Don't worry." Aly said "I know how to take care of myself. I like hanging out with the prostitutes. They don't judge you from the outside because they don't want to be judged from the outside. They want to be around someone who will treat them like a human being and that's why I like to hang with them. They're real friends unlike that group of fake friend I have at school because they think I dress really nice."

"Just be careful when you go down there, and don't go there at night, okay?" Sam asked looking at her friend

"Okay, now come on. Let's go the mall and turn down every guy who tries to ask us out on dates." Aly said with a smile

"You mean tries to ask you out on a date. Guys don't like me remeber." Sam corrected dryly

"Well I'm sure if you dressed a little better they would." Sam glared, "I mean you could keep the goth look but look good while doing it it. It's not impossible you know." Aly added quickly

Sam shrugged. She didn't really care what people thought of her and besides to make herself look nice for boys would just be giving up her individuality and make her like everyone else.

Aly groaned. "Typical you. Always wanting to keep your individuality, but I can't change that. It's you and I wouldn't like you if you weren't you."

Sam swore this girl could read minds, but she knew her friend was just very observant and noticed the smallest changes and details in people. She followed the girl silently as Aly led the way to the mall.

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Sam sighed as she laid on her bed looking up at the ceiling. The trip to mall was like it always was... for them anyways. Aly had one wild streak and getting into trouble was her middle name. Like she planned she turned down every boy who asked her on a date and like Sam had said none of the boys were interested in her (not like she cared though. She wasn't interested either). Then came when Aly got into a fight out in the parking lot before they left... again. Aly wasn't the type to just let people run her over, especially when one of the older employees pushed her out the way because she was standing in the way of the door and he didn't want to be late.

Being her Aly didn't let this go lightly and jumed back in the way saying that if he wanted to get by he could at least be polite and say excuse me. One thing led to another which led to Aly's fist meeting the man's face and knocking him out cold.

Security then ran up to them and took them to a secluded area in the mall where Sam's parents came to pick them up and had to pay a fine for Aly because of the physical assault.

Sam shook her head. She was no push over either, but she would rather try and talk it out with the person and try and solve the matter before it had the chance to get physical.

Aly wasn't in trouble at all since it was as bad as when she got into a fight with the football team at their school and knocked out the coach when he tried to pry her off the quaterback.

Sam got off her bed and went out of her room and across the hall to where Aly's room was.

"Aly," she called "Are you in there?"

There was no answer and Sam noticed the door was unlocked. She creaked it open.

"Aly," she called and then slipped inside the room closing the door behind her

She took a quick glance around the room and upon seeing the open window she knew Aly wasn't there and she knew eactly where she was.

'Oh shit,'

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Sam walked sown the dark sidewalk of the shady part of the city she lived in thinking of ways she could accidently hurt Aly when she found her. Aly could take care of herself, but she wanted to know how well the girl could take care of herself when there were big gangs with guns and knives around at night.

Sam rubbed her shoulders. as she continued to walk. She really should heve brought a jacket with her. She turned a corner and saw an alleyway coming ahead. Against her better judgement she went into it thinking that maybe Aly and her night friends hung out down this way.

"Aly," she called

When there was no answer she turned to go back, but there were three figures blocking her way.

"This is our territory." One of them said and Sam could tell it was male.

"And it's dangerous for a pretty young girl like you to be out at night like this."

Sam went pale and turned around hoping there was another way out of the alley only to find more gang members bihind her. Her heart began to beat faster.

"We haven't shed any blood in while and you look like the perfect candidate." another said

Sam began to panic as she turned back to her only way out. They wanted to shed blood tonight... her blood... If she got out of this alive she would kill Aly. The gang began to close in on her and then Sam did something rather risky but the only way to even attempt to get away. With a burst of speed she took of and somehow pushed right past the three gang members blocking her way.

"Get her." she heared someone command and then heard footsteps behind her

She ran faster not knowing where she was going and then came across a cemetary. She looked at it hesitantly and looked back before taking off inside it to get away from the gang.

Her feet took her to the woods at the back of the cemetary and she ran through the woods. Branches cut her leaves and twigs were in her hair, but she didn't care. She had to get away. She could still hear them and then she realized the woods was the perfect place to kill someone and not get in trouble because no one would ever find the body. They might look for years before they found anything.

The woods became thinner and turned into a small clearing and she kept running until she noticed there was a cliff there. It wasn't too high, but it was high enough for someone to die if they fell off. She turned around. She could hear the footsteps of the gang coming closer. She didn't understand it. Why were they so intent on killing her?

She turned back around and looked down the side of the cliff.

"There she is," One of the gang members said and Sam whipped back around to face them.

They were closing in on her and she began to back up forgetting the cliff behind her. Then...

Sam screamed as she slipped and fell backwards off the cliff. She felt her no pain as she heard her bones crack and then her world went back.

Samantha Manson was dead...

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So how do you like it so far? I want your honest opinion whether you liked it or not. My next update will be next week.R&R