This is my first story on Fan fiction so please please please review. Any constructive criticism would be much appreciative. l
I don't own 39 clues. No matter how awesome it would be if i did. :( l
This is set after Shatterproof, Dan has finally made the serum but will he drink it? One shot l
By the way i was the anonymous reviewer with the name Person. I just finally got an account l
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The darkness inside you
It infects and spreads like a deadly cancer. It feeds on the misery and anger you leave hidden in your heart, buried deep within. It brings a false identity, a façade that no one can see through. But even though you convince yourself it's for the best, that expressing those feelings would only hurt you and those around you, you know you are wrong. And even if it is easier to do this fake routine and tell yourself you're doing the right thing, it really breaks you inside.
That's what hurts the most, the lies you tell yourself. And even though it seems impossible and too hard, it is still the best choice. But even as it begins to dawn on you, it is too late. The poison has already grown too powerful. The darkness has clouded your soul, confusing you from what is real and what is not. The poison and the darkness has fed all along, growing and tightening its hold on you until you were one with the darkness.
And now as you stand there holding the formula to all of your problems but also the cause of your nightmares, you feel conflicted. Do you dare? Do you let yourself drink the serum that has been the reason for so many deaths and lies? Do you finally take the serum that tore a family apart and caused a war? The serum that caused your parent's deaths and nearly your own and sister's? You questioned yourself, is it really worth it?
And all the emotions you have kept bottled up let loose for the first time in years. You cry, shout and curse the existence of the Cahills and the Vespers. You wish that you weren't so weak, that you hadn't been seduced by power, greed and the poison in your mind. You cursed your photographic memory; after all without it you would never have been able to remember the clues for the serum. But then again without the photographic memory you would never have survived in the 39 clues hunt.
You hate the stranger you have become. The person that has been forced to endure the worst of humanity. You felt filthy, manipulated. Was this the Vesper side of you coming out? This dark creäture that lives in you, poisoning your mind and feeding on you.
You need to escape, leave all of it behind you. You see the vial in your hands and self-hatred bubbles inside you, threatening to burst over. With shaky hands you pour it down the toilet. You don't know where to put it and right now you just need it to be gone. You can't believe that after planning this for so long, you pour the concoction down the toilet? You really are insane.
With that you collapse on to your bed. You think of Amy, your older sister that has always been there for you. What would she say if she knew of the serum? But then one of the reasons of taking it was to protect her and to rescue the hostages from the evil clasps of the Vespers. How could she be angry at you for that?
You don't honestly know anymore. Was that really ever the intention? Or was it the infinite power and glory you would receive from it? A tingle of fear runs down your spine at that thought.
You give a cry and bury your head in the pillows. Tears stream down your face and soak the pillow.
The cries echo long into the darkest of hours, its lonely cry of misery a distant memory carried along the gentle wings of air and down into the stormy night.