A/N: Alright, so I have finally decided to post something from my humble microsoft word. So, here is my first Totally Spies Fanfic. Very exciting. Its a oneshot, not a full length. Just a glismpe of Tim and Sam. ;)
Some things to know about this fic:
-The italics is what happened earlier.
-Pairing: Mainly focuses on Sam and Tim Scam
That's pretty much it. I hope you guys enjoy and that this brings some .heart.angel.93 spice to the TS community!
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Disclaimer: I think it has been established that no one on this site owns Marathon. (Sadly)
Corridors
Some have defined it to be a hunger for possession. Others say that it was obsession. What ever it was, it was as equally terrifying.
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I rushed down the corridor, my head spinning. Skidding around a corner I couldn't help but feel my heart flip as I reached another dead end.
"Why, hello there."
Shaking with my obvious bad luck, I darted my eyes at the stone walls in misery. Spinning around, I faced the maze of corridors in front of my trembling frame.
"Show yourself!"
Blinking back the tears, I started in a direction, in which I hoped was a new pathway. One that hopefully led to the outside world.
"Tsk, tsk. We are mighty impatient aren't we?"
My whole body was under turmoil, and I was finding it harder to concentrate.
"I'll say it once more! Show yourself, or we'll shoot!"
The corridors were almost blending into my vision and I fought the overwhelming sensation of helplessness. The lights above cast shadows carelessly, and I was ashamed to think that I might be lost.
"….We?" The voice sounded amused.
I could feel my legs slowing down, my head drooping. My eyes were red from crying and my throat was dry from the excess running. Still, I urged my feet to continue, the feeling of fire conquering my sore legs.
"Poor, poor Samantha. Your friends are…gone. You are all alone I'm afraid… With me."
Feeling nausated, my paces became slower and I admitted a five minute defeat. Leaning against the wall, I gasped for much needed air, my eyes wide. Heart thumping in my eardrums, I looked around the corridor. A lone fluorescent light lit up the section of the large hallway and I stared at it for a moment, regaining my breath.
"Who-who are you?!"
To my horror it began to flicker. Staring at the white light in frozen terror, I felt the blood drain from my face as the thought of darkness wrapping around my shuddering body entered my mind.
"Oh, Samantha. You know exactly who I am."
Blinking back the fresh tears, my body stood still, watching the light flicker dangerously. For seconds the whole hallway became pitch black, the entire place devoid of any light.
"Just tell me! Is it too difficult to give a name?!"
It was like a nightmare about to pounce on its victim, a slow agonizing death about to capture one's soul. It seemed like time was holding its breath.
"You want to know who I am?!" The question echoed around me as though slicing the air. "I am the one gifted with many talents that one would..the world…would question."
The light was fading, and I knew that darkness would soon spin its strong web around me. Trying to take a step forward, to at least try to escape, I found myself completely empty of any energy. Swallowing I glanced back up at my only reliable chance of escape, the light. I knew that all of the lights were connected; it was a simple series connection. If one went, so did the others.
The room felt suddenly dark, as though a dangerous current had been uprooted.
Gulping I glanced around the dim room, searching for the mysterious voice. I felt certain he could see me, as my lie of not being alone mocked me as he had told me plainly I wasn't.
"But you know what? No talent, no gift that I have can..can help this sickening-"
The sentence was abruptly cut, and there was a steely silence that echoed around the bare walls. It was if he had suddenly had an overwhelming sensation –emotion- rush through him…something dangerous…something..powerful…something possessive. Obsessive.
A dark, rich sound soon quietly presented itself and I whipped my head around in the direction it had sounded from.
"But you don't even know what I'm talking about do you? Oh, how I wish this drive..this insanity that could have created so many things would be put to better use…but I find myself completely lost in it. Completely helpless against it."
The voice suddenly seemed to be coming from everywhere, and I could feel the building of dangerous tension.
"And I will tell you this. I do not like the feeling of helplessness. It is for the weak, the feeble. No. I prefer power. Glory.Control."
I felt chills rush down my spine, the menacing, possessive tone ringing off the walls. Right then I knew that I had to leave. My mind was going mad with the overwhelming tension. Suddenly I didn't want to meet the owner of the voice. It suddenly wasn't worth it.
"So I'll tell you this, you seemingly innocent mind- You have bewitched my mind; wrapped it in your treacherous web, and now, now, I will gain control."
My mind stopped in its tracks. My whole body tensed, the air suddenly thick, choking me with the strain.
"I am going to have you. If it is the last thing I do, I will control you, to have you as my own, Samantha. To finally release this hold you've brought on my thoughts!" The voice rose, frustration leaking from it.
I didn't feel my feet run, but soon I was out of the dark room and speeding down the maze of corridors, his voice echoing around me.
"Tim Scam is always in power. He is always in control."
Tears were now running down my cheeks and my vision was soon blurred.
I had always hated nightmares. Never had I enjoyed the feeling of darkness choking the breath out of you. The fear of confusion and capture.
As the lights flickered out, I was soon immersed in my own pitiful dark mirage of a nightmare.
"Do you hear me Samantha? I will have you."
A/N: So, how did you like it? I had fun writing this and I hope you enjoyed reading it aswell. :) Tell me your thoughts and feelings about it, R&R!
Thanks a lot for reading!
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