Fan Fiction: Crossovers
Can't Get You Outta My Head

  Diane was exhausted. She had been kicking and screaming for hours, and finally ran out of steam. The men who had kidnapped her, would have scars, scratches and bruises for weeks, but in the end, they had dragged her out of the manor, thrown her into a van, and driven her to this building she did not recognize.

  Once there, they had carried her into a large auditorium in the center of the building, and dumped her in the center of the room. Diane could tell that they were glad to be done with her.

  Diane was on her feet in moments, ready to attack her kidnappers again, when an invisible force threw her into a chair she had not noticed, and shoved the chair forward.

  Diane was confused by this strange assault, and was about to stand up, when, like a parting curtain, a large table with a lavish meal simply appeared out of nowhere before her.

  Diane gasped, and a voice began chuckling. "You have a strong will. Good, that will be a great asset."

  Diane was stunned. The voice came from nowhere, just like the table, and the food and drink on it. "Who are you?" She asked, griping the knife on the table in one hand, ready to strike.

  Again, like a magicians trick, a man appeared from nowhere at the other end of the table. Diane was not surprised to see her strange loan shark. "My name is Kuba Khan. Last descendant of Genghis Khan."

  "Let me go now, or you will regret it." Hissed Diane, holding the knife up, preparing to leap to her feet.

  "I have brought you here, because you and I can be of great help to each other."

  Diane almost laughed, but when she looked into his eyes, she found herself interested in his words. He voice was smooth, confidant, almost alluring.

  She shook it off, and broke eye contact. "This is illegal, and you'll pay for it. If you think I'll help you out with anything then you're more insane than I thought." she said defiantly.

  "I can sense your fear and rage," he continued as if she had not spoken. "I know that you yearn to reach out and strike me, but I know powers you cannot imagine." Suddenly he vanished again, and the sound of footsteps came. "I know what you seek, I know what you want. You yearn for money and power. You want the world at your feet and all the rulers of earth to bow to your whim. You know that you can reach that goal, because you know somehow, in a way you cannot fathom or explain, that you are special."

  Diane found herself nodding along with this statement. She jumped suddenly, when Khan appeared right in front of her, just to the left of her chair. "I know this about you because I am the same way. We have something that the others of this world can only hope to gain. Power."

  Diane tried to tell herself that this was a dangerous man, that Khan had kidnapped her and made her fear for her life. But all those feelings seemed to melt away.

  Khan circled the chair, heading back to his seat. "All of humanity tries to grasp that fleeting feeling of power. They try to hold onto that strength of will, that domination of others. They seek it in money and politics. They try to make power a tangible thing that they can hold in their hand. A gun, a blade." she gave no resistance as he pulled the knife from her now slackened grip. "They are not made for violence. They are made so that the wielders can feel a rush of power. But they are all fools. We have a power that reduces their measly abilities to nothing."

  Diane was now thoroughly entranced by his words. Despite herself, Diane was agreeing with Khan. She knew that he was telling her something that could change her forever, and she wanted to know what it was. So she sat still, and listened to the hypnotic voice.

  The Mongol leaned closer, his voice low and intense. "You and I can command this power, we deserve it, it is ours for the taking. You want that power; you would do almost anything to achieve it. I am offering you this chance to take it. You are getting closer now, you can feel that power building, and you know it is immense. I can show you how to use it, how to control it."

  Diane felt herself being pulled toward this new idea. His voice was certain, powerful, honest.

  "You can use this power, you can reach your dreams. You can have what you want most if you join with me. The world will be yours to command, to control and dominate however you want. All of humanity will bow at your feet, and beg for the chance to obey you. We can rule the world, and decide the rise and fall of empires as we see fit. Nations will collapse and governments topple at our whim. The world will beg for us to smile on them, our word will be law, and our decisions equal to that of a deity. I can feel your eagerness for it. You can have anything you desire, and be a goddess among the people of earth."

  Diane was staring now, wide eyed and blown away. She had no doubt that this man meant every word. His voice, his words were sure, strong, and seductive.

  "What do you say?" Khan finally asked, now sitting back at his seat, his eyes inquisitive.

  Diane shook herself out of her daze, thought for a long moment, picked up the wine glass before her, and gave Khan a smile. "Tell me more."