This is an eventual Martin/Diana fic. They just make such a cute couple!
Disclaimer: Martin Mystery or its characters do not belong to me. They belong to Marathon. I'm just playing with them a bit. ;)
The Ghost in the Halls
Diana peeked her head out of her dorm room, looking both ways down the dark, empty hallways. Of course the halls were empty. Anyone in their right mind would be asleep at 2 in the morning. Why wasn't she in her nice, soft, warm bed dreaming sweet dreams like every other student here? That was a good question.
She stepped fully out of her room, dressed in her purple thigh length nightshirt, frowning. She was sure she heard someone knocking on her door, waking her up. If she had to guess at who that someone was, the prize would go to her annoying stepbrother, Martin. Probably bored out of his mind, he found nothing better to do than to give her the creeps, only to have her go berserk trying to figure out who it was.
"Alright, Martin!" she called out, completely confident that it was him. "You've gotten me out of bed on a school night with another one of your lame jokes! Congratulations! You win."
She crossed her arms and tapped her right foot, waiting. Any minute now, he'll appear from the shadows, laughing his head off at her expense. She continued tapping. Yep. Any minute now.
"Martin Mystery! If I have to find you, I'm gonna clobber you!" she exclaimed, getting more annoyed by the second. Though, this was a little off. Martin surely would have shown himself by now to gloat on succeeding in waking her up. This was a little...un-Martin like.
"Diana..."
She turned back, looking down the seemingly long, never ending hallway at the sound of her name.
"Huh?" she said to herself, straining to see in the darkness. "Come on, Martin. You got me. You've spooked me out, okay?" She managed a small chuckled. "Martin?"
That voice belonged to a girl, so how could it be Martin? Ah. He got some girl to do it for him. Yeah, that's it. But...he couldn't get a date much less get a girl to stay up this late just to scare his step sister. Hey, anything's possible, right? Especially when it comes down to Martin Mystery.
"Diana..."
The eerie voice seemed closer now and not only that, but it was accompanied by footsteps similar to the ones that woke her up!
"M-Martin?" she called out softly, her voice shaky. Her arms dropped to her side as she stared into the darkness of where the voice originated from. She blinked quickly several times, listening as the footsteps and the voice seemed just a couple of feet from her, before she turned back the other way and ran.
She was a smart girl and she knew when to run, now being one of those times! She ran as fast as she could, her white socks causing her to slide around corners when she turned. She hardly ever slept in socks, so why now of all nights did she put them on! She couldn't remember ever running this fast before in her life. Though she had never had a set of footsteps and some creepy person calling out her name in a ghostly tone, chasing her through the hallways of her own school! Boy, if this was Martin's doing, he was going to be--- Wait! Martin! Martin's dorm was on this floor!
She rounded another corner quickly, causing her long brown hair to sweep over her eyes, blocking her view momentarily. It seemed like it took her forever to reach Martin's door, but when she did, she beat the poor piece of wood in an attempt to get in. The door was locked which wasn't unusual at night, but that didn't help her a bit.
"Diana..."
"No!" she screamed, pounding continuously on the door as the voice and footsteps neared her quickly. "MARTIN!"
"Diana...Diana...Diana..."
She closed her eyes, still beating the heck out of the door. The voice seemed to loom over her, the footsteps had stopped, having reached their target.
"MART---AHHHH!" She was suddenly cut short of calling his name as she felt herself falling, turning his name into a scream. She fell forwards, hitting something soft and hard at the same time, saving her from hitting the hard floor.
"Geez, Di!" Martin's sleep filled voice caused her eyes to open. The ghostly voice hadn't got her! She had fallen on Martin when he opened the door. She didn't think he was as happy about that as she was though. "What's your deal! Are you trying to wake the dead?"
"More like the dead was trying to wake me!" she sighed, not moving to get off of him. "Only it did wake me and I thought it was you playing another one of your stupid jokes, but it wasn't and then this voice kept calling my name so I ran--"
"Alright, alright, alright!" he exclaimed, cutting her off from her explanation. "I didn't understand a word you just said, Di. Wanna try that again? Maybe a little slower this time?"
She moved off of him, sitting on the floor on her knees, desperately trying to catch her breath and lower her heart rate. She couldn't tell if it was from the running or being scared out of her mind. She glanced over at him curiously as he sat up, rubbing the back of his head where he'd hit the floor.
"Martin? Have you been here all night?" Diana asked, taking note of the unmade bed and the fact that he was still dressed in his clothes that he wore earlier when she last saw him.
"Yep, not unless I was sleep walking and I don't think I sleep walk," he grinned, pulling her up with him when he stood. "Now, what's up, Di? Why all the screamin' and pounding on my door?"
"There's something out there," she replied, whispering, keeping an eye on the open door. "Someone-or rather something- was chasing me. I heard the voice, I heard the footsteps, but I never saw anything." Okay, so she sounded like a lunatic, but hey, she was talking to a lunatic.
While she was talking, Martin had stepped outside into the hallway to investigate. He didn't see or hear a thing. Maybe she was dreaming it. Like a nightmare. An intense nightmare.
"Hmm." Martin turned back to her, a small smile playing on his lips. "It could've been a ghost, back for revenge on the living and it's chosen you to torment." He raised his hands up, wiggling his fingers for effect.
He chuckled, walking back in the room and closing the door. She silently thanked him for that. The open door was freaking her out. At the same time, out of rage, she pushed him up against that door, index finger in his face, her face red with anger.
"This isn't funny, Martin!" she practically screamed in his smiling face. "Something was after me! It may not be there now but it was definitely there a few minutes ago!"
"Chill out, Diana," he laughed, slipping out of her reach before he got slapped...again. He still felt the pain where she smacked him this morning for telling her she sounded like a fruit cake. "It's probably just all in your head. I'm sure it's nothing to lose sleep over."
"It wasn't in my head," she sighed, sitting on his bed. She closed her eyes, rubbing her head. "I know what I heard, Martin, and it wasn't my imagination. I'm sure of it."
"Alright, if it'll make you feel better, we'll go check it out. See what's up," Martin said, opening the door for her to exit first.
"Na uh. No way, Martin," she said defiantly. "You're not getting me back in that hallway tonight. I'm staying right here until the sun comes up."
He looked at her in silence for a second.
"Is little Diana scared of big bad ghost?" he asked in his best baby voice, laughing. "Diana...Diana!" he cried out in a mock spooky voice. He laughed even harder, having to grab onto the back of a chair to keep himself from falling over. "Diana...help me. I'm a tormented ghost from beyond the grave!"
He saw stars. Little bright stars that floated in circles around his head over and over. Stars that were caused by Diana...again. He looked up at cause of his pain to find her growling, ready to do it again if necessary.
He growled, pulling himself up off the floor, rubbing his cheek in vain to ease the stinging. He had to learn to watch what he said around her. Nah, the pain seemed worth seeing that look of anger on her face.
"What? I was just having a little fun," he pouted. "I should be the mad one. You woke me up! You know, I have a test to take tomorrow."
"Martin, since when do you take tests?" Diana asked with a roll of her eyes. Yeah, right. Him take a test? He couldn't even bring himself to write his name on the page. No way would he sit still long enough to do that! "You've never even completed a test!"
"You don't know me as well as you think you do, Di." So what if he didn't take the test? He still had to be there.
"Ha! I know you well enough, Martin Mystery," she smiled, giving him a knowing look.
"You know what?" He quickly moved to stand in front of her, leaning down to talk directly in her face. "You're lucky you're my step sister or you'd be sleeping in the floor."
"And what makes you think I'm sleeping in this pigsty?" she asked, smiling calmly at his seriousness. She had to admit, he was cute when he got all up close and personal. What am I saying! He's my stepbrother for crying out loud! "Uh, I have a perfectly comfortable room of my own---"
"Yeah, that's haunted," he pointed out as he leaned against the door, crossing his arms. He smirked over at her, glancing at the doorknob. "I dare you."
"Um, maybe I'll survive one night with you," she chuckled nervously, backing further away from the door, waving her hands in front of her. "I mean, how bad can it be really?"
Martin grinned mischievously, locking the door, still leaning against it. She gave him a small laugh, wondering what she had gotten herself into.
"I get the bed?" she asked him. She didn't know why she felt so nervous about staying in his room. A majority of her time was spent with him anyway, but there was something about being in his room, his territory.
"Uh huh," he smirked, pushing himself off the door and taking a few steps towards her. "For a price..."
Diana gulped, her emerald eyes wide. What is he up to now, advancing on her with intense brown eyes on her, and a mysterious smile that played on his lips? What price would she have to pay just to sleep in his bed? Did she even want to know?
"Pay up, Di," he said softly, getting back in her face. He was so close that she could feel his hot breath on her lips, making her uncomfortable and fidgety. He noticed, but he wasn't about to back off so easily. "For something of mine, you have to give me something of yours..."
My first fanfic, obviously not finished, but on it's way! I'm open to suggestion on how to make it better though, so don't be afraid to let me have!
