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Fits of Madness
Ch. 7
Tucker stood for a moment, on top of that rooftop. He felt that something was distinctly wrong…and yet nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. Everything was going according to plan so far, but in his experience, there is always the possibility that something could go wrong. And in this situation, if something went wrong, there would be dire consequences, things that should never be thought of. The world would be stuck in a nightmare that it could never wake up from.
He shook his head, trying to get those morose thoughts out of his mind. He had work to do, and if he screwed it up just because he was thinking about what would happen if he did…He moved a few metallic boxes around, connecting wires and setting up screens. Within minuets, he had assembled his own supercomputer, with the Warden's equipment and on top of his prison. He had thought the Warden wouldn't be able to find him there.
He was wrong.
"What do you think you are doing?"
Tucker stiffened, turning behind him with barely concealed dread lingering behind his eyes. Calling upon his sometimes rash courage, he said,
"Stopping you. You know your plan won't work. You can't keep him locked up forever. He'll find a way to escape, he always does."
The Warden's eyes flashed a deadly yellow.
"I will do what I think is best for him. Do you really think you can change him back? That you and that dead girl can somehow free him of his mental plague?"
The Warden saw Tucker's shock.
"Oh yes, I know she found a way out. I'm not stupid. You should know that."
Tucker became livid, reminded of a day years before.
"I thought I knew you. Now I'm sure I don't. You aren't who you used to be either."
The Warden barked out a laugh. It sounded unnatural.
"Of course not. What did you expect? That I would stay the way you knew me when we were in high school? Face it, Tucker. Look around you. This isn't the same world, and these aren't the same people. Everyone has changed, including you."
Tucker glared, almost too furious for words. The words had stung, even though he was far away from admitting it. In a low voice, he replied:
"At least I've changed for the better."
To which the Warden replied, "I wouldn't be so sure."
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The Phantom stared, still on his hands and knees. His green eyes were blank, not completely registering what he was seeing. It simply wasn't possible, that she was standing there before him. It just couldn't be happening…Sam…no it couldn't be Sam…the delusion turned off the shield and phased through the door, turning it back on behind her. There was no way she could leave now, unless someone freed her from the outside. In essence, she was trapped.
She stepped towards him, not even showing the slightest trace of fear. She was going to get Danny back, even if it cost her the only life she had left. The Phantom stared at her, still not fully comprehending the fact that it really was Sam, and she really was there.
Suddenly, he screamed, crumbling to the ground. Sam rushed towards him. Alarm and concern were written clearly all over her face. To her immense relief, when he opened his unseeing eyes, they were still the luminous green. He had not succumbed to the madness yet.
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"Danny?"
The beautiful violet-eyed girl looked up into his sky-blue ones.
"Yeah?"
She could feel the words rumbling in his chest from where her head lay on it.
"I like this."
He chuckled happily.
"Yeah, so do I."
They both smiled, drifting off to sleep in each other's arms, watching the stars.
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"Danny!"
The scream was horrible, the terror of it clawed painfully at his heart.
But he couldn't do anything…He smelled the blood. It made him feel nauseous. But he still couldn't do anything, he couldn't move.
Because he was dieing.
"Danny!"
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"Danny, don't do this."
"Why?"
"Because you really don't want to."
"Yes, I do."
A sigh.
"No, you really don't."
"Why wouldn't I?"
"Because it would ruin your life, that's why. And I know how hard you worked to make it the way it is."
"No, you don't. Not really."
"Maybe not, but I know enough."
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"Thank you." He said, burying his face into her hair.
Her arms wrapped around him, "It's what I'm here for. I stop you from doing stupid stuff. It's my job."
His arms wrapped around her.
"I love you, you know."
She smiled contentedly, "Yeah, I know. And I love you too."
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"Sam!"
"Sam!"
Knees hit the concrete, and so did his tears. I didn't…"
She didn't come back. He kept on crying. There wasn't anything to be happy for anymore. Never again.
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There was a storm in his mind. It was all he could sense, the chaotic confusion raging away inside his mind It pressed against him, pushing and pulling until he couldn't think or feel anymore… He didn't know what he was doing, he couldn't see past the storm. Like always, when the storm calmed, when he could think and feel again…blood was on his hands.
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'Help me.' He thought.
'Free me.' He pleaded.
No one heard. They never did. There was no one left who could.
So he was left at the mercy of himself, rotting away in a corner of his own mind while the people were screaming.
'Save me…'
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"I still love you…" She whispered to him as he writhed on the floor. Her hand lightly stroked his blood-flecked hair, "I just need you to come back."
She stayed with him, stroking his hair and whispering words to him until his writhing gave way to slumber. She smiled a sad smile, while ghostly tears slid from her face to fall on his.
'Save me…'
"I will." She whispered.
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