Post by {Lunarstar} on Sept 13, 2010 15:59:40 GMT -6
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Rated 13+ for some naughty-ish words, sorta suggestive themes, and hints at rape scenes.
The Charatcers: (Will keepgetting main characters in here, it's a work in progress.)
Against my better judgment, I followed the little boy’s voice. My pulse was racing as I went deeper into the dirt tunnel. I could hear the little boy’s occasional giggles and his footsteps, but I couldn’t see him. The boy ignored my calls and continued leading me deeper into the ground. My common sense told me not to follow, to stay outside and get a police office or something, but curiosity got the better of me. I never really listened to “curiosity killed the cat”, nor did I ever think to replace it with Kat.
Finally, as I reached a dead end and saw no little boy, I realized I had been tricked. And that I would probably die. Right there. In the caves. Alone with the worms. I had always been a nervous kid, I once spent over three hours getting ready for my school pictures because I was so worried Malaya Hanson would look better than me. I had never had a nervous breakdown before, though. My arms flailed in front of me wildly, and my mouth gaped open and closed like a fish. I felt my cheeks flaming and my knees buckled underneath me, spilling my body onto the floor. My flailing hands caught the earth, and I was facing the ground on my hands and knees, tears pooling onto the ground underneath me. I was going to die, alone in these caves.
“Would you like some help?” a pleasantly deep male voice asked from behind me. I turned my head to see a man in his mid-twenties with curly blonde “surfer” hair and what looked like green or blue eyes. He held out a hand and -- even though my mind was almost screaming at me not to -- I took it. As he pulled me up from my dirt Hell emotions of relief, gratitude, thankfulness, and more rushed at me. Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around his broad chest, burying my face into his warm, naked chest. He held me, letting me sob onto his skin, but soon his hands on my back tightened, sliding down to my butt. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and a tingle shot down my spine.
“Well, uh, thanks for helping me.” I said nervously, pulling away from his warmth. His green/blue eyes had a strange glint in them, a fierce, overpowering emotion I couldn’t place. It give his entire face an eerie look and feel.
“Yes you’re quite welcome.” he murmured, and soon a smile slid easily onto his face, masking the disturbing glint with a falsely happy one. “Come with me, I have a room nearby with light. I want to make sure you’re okay before sending you out of here.”
“Um…okay, I guess.” I answered, managing a small, fake smile of my own. He was cute, even though I was only sixteen.
The man led me through a few more tunnels, finally stopping in front of a large cave. He walked in and was immediately swallowed by darkness, until he flipped a switch and illuminated the room with artificial light. I followed him in, curiosity again making me look at my surroundings and ignore the sick look that crossed his face. It was a…pleasured look, as though he could see through my clothes. The room was small, not much to it. A queen-sized bed (which took up at least one-third of the space), a small chest of drawers, and a black garbage bag.
“Make yourself at home,” the man said, sitting on the bed’s edge.
“Um, sir?”
“Yes’m?” he replied, patting the place on the bed beside him.
“What’s your name and why do you live here?” I asked, slowly lowering myself down beside him.
“The name’s Kris, and I live here because I’m a writer. I feel living away from people and civilization let’s me enter the worlds of my stories better.” Kristopher said, grinning. “And what’s your name?”
“Kathy, but everyone calls me Kat.” I answered, looking at my knees, the walls, anything but Kris.
“Kathy,” he murmured, gently grabbing a strand of my black hair. “You’re very pretty, Kat.”
Rated 13+ for some naughty-ish words, sorta suggestive themes, and hints at rape scenes.
The Charatcers: (Will keepgetting main characters in here, it's a work in progress.)
April 1st, 2008
Against my better judgment, I followed the little boy’s voice. My pulse was racing as I went deeper into the dirt tunnel. I could hear the little boy’s occasional giggles and his footsteps, but I couldn’t see him. The boy ignored my calls and continued leading me deeper into the ground. My common sense told me not to follow, to stay outside and get a police office or something, but curiosity got the better of me. I never really listened to “curiosity killed the cat”, nor did I ever think to replace it with Kat.
Finally, as I reached a dead end and saw no little boy, I realized I had been tricked. And that I would probably die. Right there. In the caves. Alone with the worms. I had always been a nervous kid, I once spent over three hours getting ready for my school pictures because I was so worried Malaya Hanson would look better than me. I had never had a nervous breakdown before, though. My arms flailed in front of me wildly, and my mouth gaped open and closed like a fish. I felt my cheeks flaming and my knees buckled underneath me, spilling my body onto the floor. My flailing hands caught the earth, and I was facing the ground on my hands and knees, tears pooling onto the ground underneath me. I was going to die, alone in these caves.
“Would you like some help?” a pleasantly deep male voice asked from behind me. I turned my head to see a man in his mid-twenties with curly blonde “surfer” hair and what looked like green or blue eyes. He held out a hand and -- even though my mind was almost screaming at me not to -- I took it. As he pulled me up from my dirt Hell emotions of relief, gratitude, thankfulness, and more rushed at me. Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around his broad chest, burying my face into his warm, naked chest. He held me, letting me sob onto his skin, but soon his hands on my back tightened, sliding down to my butt. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and a tingle shot down my spine.
“Well, uh, thanks for helping me.” I said nervously, pulling away from his warmth. His green/blue eyes had a strange glint in them, a fierce, overpowering emotion I couldn’t place. It give his entire face an eerie look and feel.
“Yes you’re quite welcome.” he murmured, and soon a smile slid easily onto his face, masking the disturbing glint with a falsely happy one. “Come with me, I have a room nearby with light. I want to make sure you’re okay before sending you out of here.”
“Um…okay, I guess.” I answered, managing a small, fake smile of my own. He was cute, even though I was only sixteen.
The man led me through a few more tunnels, finally stopping in front of a large cave. He walked in and was immediately swallowed by darkness, until he flipped a switch and illuminated the room with artificial light. I followed him in, curiosity again making me look at my surroundings and ignore the sick look that crossed his face. It was a…pleasured look, as though he could see through my clothes. The room was small, not much to it. A queen-sized bed (which took up at least one-third of the space), a small chest of drawers, and a black garbage bag.
“Make yourself at home,” the man said, sitting on the bed’s edge.
“Um, sir?”
“Yes’m?” he replied, patting the place on the bed beside him.
“What’s your name and why do you live here?” I asked, slowly lowering myself down beside him.
“The name’s Kris, and I live here because I’m a writer. I feel living away from people and civilization let’s me enter the worlds of my stories better.” Kristopher said, grinning. “And what’s your name?”
“Kathy, but everyone calls me Kat.” I answered, looking at my knees, the walls, anything but Kris.
“Kathy,” he murmured, gently grabbing a strand of my black hair. “You’re very pretty, Kat.”