Funambulist: (n.) A tightrope walker.
Characters: Sam, Danny, Tucker
Genre: Friendship, Drama
Rating: K+
She had always been one to walk on the wild side. Always the one wanting to explore and be adventurous. Always trying to push the limit. But sometimes, things didn't go as planned.
Sam swallowed nervously, inching backwards as Danny was hot in pursuit. Her grey combat boots more of a curse than a blessing in this situation, as she struggled to keep her balance, arms flailing.
All she had wanted to do was ditch school for a day to see Circus Gothica, just one day, and it had all went down the drain. Now Danny was being brainwashed by the circuses ringmaster and She and Tucker couldn't do anything to break the hold on him.
She glanced into her friends red eyes, pleading that he wouldn't make her fall.
"Danny, listen. You don't want to do this! You're being controlled!"
Sam could feel her heart leap into her throat as he merely laughed, evil grin on his face. She tried not to look down as Tucker called up to her, continuing to stare at Danny. The thin rope underneath her feet started to quiver again, as Danny hauled the giant axe behind his back and brought it back down, swiftly slicing the line.
The four seconds she was flying towards the ground, had felt like hours as she screamed, knowing the ground was going to hurt. Luckily, her falling had snapped Danny out of his trance and he flew to catch her, making sure she didn't go Kr-Splat!, infront of the audience.
As Danny placed her carefully on the earths surface, Sam saw the recognition in his eyes slip away once more as Freak-Show told her that this was just a warning.
Seeing the evil in Danny's red orbs, Sam sucked in a breath and tried to stay calm, feeling panic rise from deep within herself. Running over towards Tucker, she dragged him out of the tent, vowing to herself, that they would find a way to help Danny.
A/N: It's been awhile...Trying to get back into the swing of things :)
P.S. Based off the episode 'Control Freaks'