Author: meercatangel PM
Tim Scam has escaped from a WOOHP reformation facility. Now all he wants is to track down the Spies, get his revenge and gain control of humanity. SamXScam CloverXBlaine AlexX? R&R. NOTE - STORY BETTER THAN SUMMARY. Rated T to be absolutely safe.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Adventure - Chapters: 4 - Words: 3,857 - Reviews: 15 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 11 - Updated: 04-11-08 - Published: 03-29-08 - id: 4163829
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Time: 16:00 Location: Classified
The deafening rain and howling winds battered the bleak walls of the WOOHP reformation facility. Constructed on the top of a jagged cliff in the middle of a jungle on a deserted island, it wasn't the easiest place to get to. Or to escape from.
Inside the facility, armed guards patrolled the dark maze of cells. Each small cell held a different criminal, each guilty of a different crime. World domination seemed to be the most popular motive, though there was one man in particular who wanted to kill for killing's sake.
Through the stormy nights he'd toss and turn in a troubled sleep. Nightmares haunted what should have been his sanctuary, his escape from reality. He dreamt that he was running, desperately searching for some light to equal the darkness of his tormented soul.
By day, Scam would sit brooding in his cell, dark circles around his intense brown eyes. He glared at the floor, questions circling his mind. Questions like, 'How could this have happened to me?' and 'How am I going to escape?'.
Day 339 of his imprisonment was no different. He sat on the cold stone floor of his cell, glaring at the floor. He sighed, cursing humanity and all those who tried to defend it, particularly WOOHP. WOOHP and those three spies who had caused him to be caged here instead of casting his wrath on the world. He leapt up, his heart consumed with the utmost loathing. How he'd like to hurt them, cause them pain.
He paced the cramped cell like a caged tiger, picturing the girls in his mind. Alex, that childish, naive girl. She'd never suspected him. Clover, the annoying cheerleader with so much all-American spirit. He wanted to crush her. Sam...her mind had almost matched his. He knew that she'd had feelings for him when he'd taken on the role of 'Mac Smit', though she'd abandoned him when she'd discovered his true identity. He was suddenly blinded by rage. She'd left him...just like everyone else had left him...left him to rot in this prison. He let out a roar of anger and sat down heavily on the floor, breathing hard.
He held his head in his hands. "How could this have happened? I should be ruling the world, not trapped like a rat. I could have control, power…everything I desire, complete leadership over those creatures that inhabit this pathetic excuse of a planet."
Suddenly, a sultry female voice cut through his ranting. "I agree with you completely."
Time: 16:25 Location: Beverly Hills
Blade upon blade of grass rippled in the slight breeze sweeping through Beverly Hills. Happy teens enjoyed the embrace of the sunshine and blue skies, not a cloud in sight. Coffee shops, clothes stores and ice-cream parlours all brimmed with laughing teenagers. Three teenagers in particular were taking advantage of the beautiful weather.
A penthouse nestled in a nest of palm trees and flowers. Clover, a blue-eyed blonde wearing a red bikini, read a fashion magazine whilst lazily stretched out on a lilo in the pool.
Her friend Sam was unplaiting her long red hair, drinking cold lemonade whilst perched on a deckchair.
Alex, the best friend of both girls, was happily eating an ice-cream cone and listening to the music playing from their stereo.
"This is the life." Sam sighed happily.
"Totally!" Clover agreed. "Getting a tan and checking out LaToyo's latest shoes is sooo the perfect combo!"
"Yeah, and this ice-cream isn't so bad either!" Alex giggled, finishing the last of her cone and licking her fingers.
"Who needs ice-cream when you can have plain ice?" Clover pouted, gazing at a beautiful diamond necklace on the glossy pages of her magazine.
"Sorry girls, but I hate cocnut ice-cream, and diamonds are waay too expensive for me."Sam laughed. "I'd rather admire a work of art or even just a flower than some shiny rock anyway."
"Shiny rock?!" Clover squealed in outrage.
"Hey, speaking of flowers, that one is really weird looking!" Alex observed quickly, desperate to avoid an arguement. She pointed to a large fleshy orange flower sitting in an equally large terracotta pot.
"Ew! Gross! Is that one of your science experiments, Sammy?" Clover asked.
"No." Sam shook her head and walked over to the strange plant. "It's not mine."
Suddenly, a gust of wind began to swirl out of the centre of the flower.
"That's weird." Alex said, unnecessarily.
"That's not weird. It's Jerry!" Sam cried, and before they could do anything about it, all three girls were sucked screaming into the flower by the swirling cyclone.
Who did the voice belong to? And where are the girls being summoned, and why? R&R for the next chapter! xx