Title: μφRτιfγ
Summary: "You can't protect anyone from me. Not your family, not your friends and /especially/ not yourself." Dark.
Rating: T/M
Pairing: Scam/Sam
Genre: Horror/Suspense

"No one's getting out."

The tinkering of glasses and small laughter mixed with hints of conversation flowed in the large ballroom, where hundreds upon hundreds of guests were mingling together to celebrate the arrival of the Prince of Egypt, one Aniu Massri* who had come to the United States to negotiate peace treaties to build up communication between the two countries. It was a sign of trust and of honor, and the United States knew very well that nothing could happen to this man on their soil.

Sam knew that as well.

She looked up and caught Jerry's eye, and the short nod of his head greeted her. Nodding in a staccato-like motion back to him, Sam grabbed a glass of wine from a waitress and walked near the group of bulky guards who were stealthily (or well, not so stealthily, but that was her job any way) guarding the Prince.

Pretending to take a sip of her drink, Sam looked around at the people surrounding Prince Aniu and silently calculated their risk level. No one went above a three, except for the woman in the gold gown who was laughing flirtatiously and subtly dipping her index and middle finger down the pocket of the man who she was flirting with. Sam looked onto the scene while getting closer and the situation became clear to her; the man had switched his real watch with a fake one, and the woman had obviously seen him switch the two because she was currently stealing the real watch from his wallet. Clever.

Sam looked back at Prince Aniu and decided that doing the other man a favor for a minute wouldn't hurt him; he had his guards and she was sure that he would be fine in the minute it took to help this other man.

Sam walked around and quickly pick-pocketed the watch out of the woman's handbag and subtly placed it into the man's other pocket by accidentally bumping into him.

With a small amused smirk on her face, Sam left the proximity and went back to the Prince, who was now laughing with another Ambassador. Pretending to be some ditzy girl drinking wine showed others that she wasn't even a risk factor of 1, so if anyone decided to attack the Prince, they wouldn't expect her to be part of his protection. Glancing up, Sam noticed Clover flirting with one of the men near the Prince, and Alex was conversing with another woman. All in proximity of the Prince, and hopefully no one would recognize who they actually were. Sam sighed and pretended to take another sip of her wine before slowly moving back to the potted plant where she dumped the rest of the drink down.

Slowly looking around for any risks, the hairs on Sam's neck shifted as she felt the tension in the air change. She was about to glance around again for the risk but then—

"AH!"

Sam blindly looked for the source of the brutal screams, (it was a male; oh no the Prince!), but the darkness in front of her didn't even let her see her hand in front of her face— wait, darkness?

Oh gosh… Sam thought with a fear curling up her spine, the lights went out. Where were the backup generators? Where was the PRINCE?

Sam gulped before kicking off her heels and blindly running towards the source of the screams, and in seconds another scream joined in when the first one stopped, and another scream and another scream and another and another and another and Sam's eyes widened when she heard the familiar noise of a knife swinging through the air, the noise of a knife slashing into someone's body.

WHY had she gone to throw out her drink she could have been there she could have been near the Prince—!

Sam growled when women started screaming because they realized what was happening, or women started screaming because they were being stabbed too? Where were Clover and Alex? WHERE WAS THE PRINCE? The shattering sound of a million screams surrounded her and DAMMIT WHY WEREN'T THE BACKUP GENERATORS WORKING?

Sam blindly ran towards where she remembered the Prince being before and the sounds of slicing suddenly stopped; DAMMIT now she was running on nothing but pure memory and now the slashing stopped (a relief? Yes but where was the Prince she was supposed to protect him and now he was probably getting killed!) and when she thought she reached the area where the Prince was, she gasped as she felt herself almost trip on something on the floor that suspiciously felt like a body—

Sam let out a large gasp when she felt a large hand wrap around her arm and drag her back from where she originally was, and in seconds her body was roughly thrown into a wall (no those rugged contours felt familiar; the pillar near the plant!) and Sam felt the pain shoot up her nerves as someone, (from the body shape she could tell it was a man), pressed up against her tightly.

"Thought you could protect them, didn't you Sam?" he said in a low voice so that no one could hear them (dammit was anyone even near the potted plant when she went there? No of course not that's why she went there to throw out her drink WHY was she an idiot now the prince was dead and where were the backup generators!), but even though he was speaking in a low voice, she recognized him instantly.

"Sca—mhgmm", she mumbled out when he pressed his hand against her mouth to stop her from speaking. Was it her or did his body just press tighter against her?

His voice if possible went lower, "Acting like some shallow idiotic girl doesn't suit you by the way…" Sam's eyes widened; he was watching her the entire time? He figured out the plan in seconds? Oh no that's why it was so easy for him to get to the Prince oh no the Prince was probably dead; Scam wouldn't go halfway and leave him half alive-Sam gasped as her eyes started burning; Clover and Alex were there with the Prince did Scam kill them too oh God oh God oh God—

Scam pressed against her harder and Sam would have groaned if his hand wasn't covering her mouth. "Stop fidgeting", he ordered in his low baritone voice and Sam immediately began flailing to get out of his grip.

He had no problem holding her against the wall it seemed.

Scam released her mouth a little bit and Sam took the opportunity right away, "Whatdidyoudotothem—", she asked as quickly as she could before Scam shut her mouth again. His low chuckle reverberated within her core; it wasn't a feeling she enjoyed.

"I did what I do best", he said with a smile that she could see now that her eyes were adjusting to the dark. Hearing the panicked screams down the hallway into the ballroom was only evidence of what he possibly could have done. Sam's eyes widened; she had failed she failed to protect the Prince, her friends, even Jerry because who knows what Scam could have done in those few minutes of darkness-increasing darkness actually because the Goddamn generators WEREN'T TURNING ON!

"And to think Sam…", he said, as if he hadn't murdered a group of people in the dark, because she guessed that it was what he DID do because Scam wouldn't ever do anything less—she continued to flail in his arms in hopes that she could escape his clutches, "That could have been your father."

The room felt colder. Or maybe that was her brain's metaphorical way of saying that she. couldn't. move.

He wasn't dare suggesting—

"Or your mother", Scam said coolly, as if he wasn't pressing against her in the dark after what sounded like a blood bath of murders, "Or even Jerry."

Her lower lip quivered as a mixture of anger (and something else that she refused to label as fear) boiled in her chest; he wouldn't dare. He wouldn't fucking DARE.

He would he would he would he would, her traitorous mind whispered back but she quickly shoved the thought aside.

"You know where I stabbed them Sam?" he asked her again, regardless of the fact that she couldn't respond. "I stabbed them in the abdomen first, so you could hear their screams, realize that there was nothing you could do", he whispered in her ear, still holding her mouth and pressing against her. "They couldn't even … defendthemselves", he said with another grin against her neck.

Sam's eyes widened beyond their limits before she could help herself and wanted to kick herself because Scam saw her and his grin only grew wider.

Oh God why is he smiling more he knows oh dear God he knows!

Sam forced herself to try to breathe, even with his hand blocking her airway. He couldn't be making any kind of connection.

"And then", he started to say, his smirk growing wider as he held her tighter, "I stabbed them in the aorta. They bled out in seconds… but you would know about that, wouldn't you Sammie?" he mocked cruelly, taking pleasure in watching the way her heart beat quickened.

He knew.

He knew.

He knew.

How could he have found out he couldn't have how oh God he was going to tell the world—

He let go of her mouth for a second and Sam gulped in air before staring at him with widened eyes. "You're …" The words died in her mouth which had gone dry in shock.

"Bluffing? Lying? No. I'm sure a court record would show that easily Samantha", he said, looking her over and watching how the color from her skin had turned into a deathly pale.

His grin grew eerier, larger and scarier as he pressed himself against her and this time Sam was too shocked to even fight back.

He knows.

The bile was threatening to risk up in her throat.

Oh God he knows.

Perhaps it was a good thing he was holding her because her legs collapsed under her and became useless; it only made Scam smirk more. Bringing his mouth closer to her ear, he whispered, "If you knew what was good for you, you'd keep your mouth shut about tonight. Wouldn't want that precious reputation of yours shattered by some… misleading evidence." Her head snapped up at that. What was he trying to say-

The gleam in his eyes told her enough. "You can't do that" she said, finally regaining her voice. He raised an eyebrow while his lips curled up in amusement.

"I can't?" he asked softly. Sam could hear the message behind his words. Just watch me. I can, and I will. "I think you'll find out… soon enough Sam, that with the right about of… persuasion, anything is possible."

And with that, he let her go and in her shock Sam's body crumpled to the floor as her widened eyes stared at his retreating figure in shock. He knew. Oh God he knew and he was willing to do anything and everything to make her seem like the bad guy.

The bile was coming up again.

With a shuddering breath Sam rose and clutched the wall for support, but a sudden beam of light made her hiss and close her eyes. She blinked several times before the yellow and cream walls stared back at her, and it took her a few seconds to realize that the lights came back on.

Scam was nowhere to be seen.

Shakily Sam clutched the walls to support her frame (get it together you're a spy, a superspy) and went back into the ballroom where more screams greeted her.

The air left her lungs and Sam stared at the middle of the ballroom in pure shock and terror.

The Prince and his guards were slaughtered on the floor, their blood coloring the shoes worn by the many men and women surrounding them, screaming.

Oh God…

"Thought you could protect them, didn't you Sam?" she heard him mock, and she glanced around rapidly only to realize that it was all in her head.

Only know did she realize the meaning behind his words.

You can't protect anyone from me.

The bile came up and Sam retched onto the floor next to her.

"This place's about to blow."

Because I'm a creep, the meaning of the Prince of Egypt's name, "Aniu", means "a deity of the Ritual of the dead". And then he died because I enjoy foreshadowing like that. :D

This is a new short story that's dark and fun and I hope you guys enjoy it! Please leave a review!

Love,
Ivy