Hello guys!
*glares at other self while wrapped in casts and gauze like a mummy*
*smirks and then sighs* Well, I'm terribly sorry about not being able to post this before, but I was attacked by a dog. Yes, you read right. I WAS ATTACKED BY A DOG. A German Shepard, or a German Shepherd, or Sheppard, or however these dogs are called. He bit my arm, my shoulder and my thigh, and I was lucky to have the strength to make him stay away from my neck, or otherwise there wouldn't be any Sya (and her other self) to post you this chapter.
Plus, on the same day, some mean person stole my MP4 when I was in PE, and all my future chapters from this and my other fics, as well as the first chapters and general ideas for new fics were in there and I didn't have any backup. So, all was lost, including hundreds of photos, pics, and almost 650 musics. And my book.
Talk about bad luck.
I am not fully recovered yet, since my arm still hurts like hell, but I wanted to give you a Yule/Christmas/Kwanzaa/Hannukah/whatever-you-celebrate present. Also I'll be posting a new oneshot in New Years' if you are interested.
*glares and stuggles*
*cackles evilly* Oh, well. On with the fic!
Sam+Twin=Trouble
Getting Away With Murder
Torture. It was torture. It was liquid fire in her veins, it was the blood that fell from her blind eyes, from the cuts and gashes and whip lashes, and it was the feeling of water burning through her nose, through her throat while they drowned her, over and over again, and she she just wanted to make it stop, make it stop, oh, please, make it stop make-it-stop makeitstopmakeitstop... makeitstopNOW!
It was the electricity that electrocuted her wet body, it was the pain that filled every inch of her being and then some, it was the feeling of utter and complete despair that surrounded her, it was the conscious though that she would never see anyone again, that she would die, that even if she survived she would want to die. Die, die, die, die-now-...
It was her hair being torn and pulled, it was its roots being cruelly snatched from her head, leaving trails of blood, red-hot burning blood, it was the feeling of every bone in her body breaking, crushing, tearing the once soft skin apart, it was the feeling of utter defeat and hopelessness that came with it. It was the feeling of betrayal, it was the heartbreak that came with it.
She felt like wailing, moaning and whimpering. She wanted to, and only the powers above knew how much it hurt not to make a sound, not to let a single tear escape. She wanted to wail, cry, scream and die, but she couldn't because she was Samantha Manson, because she was Sam, she was a Manson, because she was the daughter of her mother, and because the daughter of her mother called Sam was a Manson and she couldn't cry.
And then, when Alexander walked in, she knew, she just knew, even without her eyesight she had known that he had walked in, always with that beautifully soft blonde hair, with those blue eyes, not a single thing out of place, always perfect – perfect Alexander, always so bloody perfect, perfectperfectperfect, so cold and always perfect Alexander.
She wondered if she was going mad. Madmadmad. It was a funny word, three letters with a lot of meaning. Mad. Maaaaad. M-a-d, M-A-D, M-A-D, M-A-D! It was a red word with tinges of blue, it smelled like apple and butter, it felt like relief. Relief. Reliefreliefrelief – it was a blue word, playing vaguely with a faded yellow, it felt like a river of fresh water in the middle of the spring, it felt like what she hadn't felt in a long time. She was mad. She was mad in both senses - mad as in angry and mad as in crazy. She felt angry. She felt crazy. She felt mad. She was mad.
"OOoooh Aleeeex! Alexy-Alex-Aleeex!" She giggled, even though there was blood, her blood, everywhere, even though they were pressing burning metal in her mutilated body, burning her, burning her body, burning her mind. She gasped in pain, but then promptly started giggling again. "Little Alexy did a little trip! Little Alexy lost his grip! Little Alexy though he was great, Little Alexy met his death!"
She was vaguely aware that 'death' and 'great' didn't rhyme, but it was beyond her state to care. She could feel Alexander's rage building, and could almost bet that an angry flush had taken over his pretty features.
"You know something, Alexy-wexy?" She giggled again, a mad, crazed giggle that made everyone in the dungeon wince. "You have always looked like a girl. Girlgirlgirl. A very girly-girly-girl. Girl."
Vaguely, she felt the few parts of her that were still sane cry out of pain.
I want to die!
Her mad mind paid no attention to it. It was fun, taunting little ol'Alexy like that. Wittle Little Alexy. So cold and not perfect and girly and traitor and egoistical and feminine and...
Haha. Alexy was feminine. Alexy was a giiiiiirl!
She giggled madly once again. And then her eyes snapped open, and although she could not see, she knew her eyes were completely red with her blood and that the men in the room were terrified. Sam Manson had finally snapped, and it wouldn't be pretty.
"After all," she continued, her voice dropping a few tones until she was almost hissing, "you scream like a girl. And you will scream tonight, Alexy, I assure you."
After that it was a blur of red, screams and the sound of metal penetrating flesh. And blood, so much blood, coating and washing everything it reached. And in that night, the night of her first murder, she made sure nothing was left untainted. If her innocence had left her, why would it remain on others?
That was the night the innocence, the youth and the dependence in others left Sam Manson, forever not to return.
"Sam?", Danny Fenton whispered softly, caressing the unconscious girl's face, "Can you hear me? I mean, Jazz says that people in coma can hear you, but I'm not sure... I mean, look at you. You are the strongest person I know and you just..."
He let you a long, deep sigh before walking to the door.
"Sam, I just wanted to say... I love you."
The moment the blue-eyed boy walked out, Sam Manson shifted and her breath deepened while she left the comatose state and entered a deep slumber.
Well, that's it for now, folks!
See you in the next chapter of Sam+Twin=Trouble!
*sees other self freeing herself from the casts* Uh-oh. Gotta run! See ya!
*chases inner self*
Love you guys!
Auf Wiedersehen!
GoThYk SyA