Post by ☣KajiAkuma☣ on Jan 19, 2012 12:11:57 GMT -6
Small story I wrote, it was a nightmare I had, thought maybe someone is bored they might want to read it, aha.
Enjoy!
I remember when I got kidnapped. I was walking home from a friend’s place, like every other kid would normally do. Being out in the country, the fresh air, kicking the rocks on the dirt road and watching the beautiful sunset. That was life. My life. And it was taken away from me. I was so absorbed in the sunset I didn’t hear the car tires creaking on the road. By the time I noticed, it was too late. I felt a stiff hand over my mouth and something soft covered it before everything went black. I remember waking up, a disgusting smell everywhere. It was like a farmhouse only twisted into a place you can never imagine how horrible it was. The lights were orange and the whole place had a tint of fog. There were bars and fences everywhere, about up to your hips and reminded me of a maze. Blood covered the wooden floor and even saw some hands, fingers, feet and other body parts scattered about. The smell was the worst, you could never escape it. Death itself seemed to fill your thoughts. I remember him coming in and finding me; my screams didn’t do any good but rather made it more pleasurable for him. He would beat me until I just gave up and had no strength left. I had no idea how long I’ve been in there. But it seemed centuries. The first time I had hope, was when I met Ben. I was hiding in the shadows of a corner and praying to God to kill me. His hand fell on my hair and instinctively screamed and swatted it away. Only the eyes were different. His eyes were a sweet blue with softness and kindness to them. He told me everything is going to be okay and sat beside me. His handsome face was bruised and had a slash down his cheek. His nose was broken among with black eyes. He wrapped his arm around me and told me about himself. He loved hockey and video games. He was only a few years older than me. He seemed to go quiet and dark when he told me how he got captured. His was worst then mine. Those monsters actually came into his house and killed his two younger sisters, older brother and parents JUST to get to him. He said he tried to fight, he was so mad but they shot him with a tranquilizer and within minutes was passed out. That was just a few days before our escape. We remained in our corner the whole time, it felt safer than being in the light. That day, the man who took us that we named Joe (along with other rude names) must have not been able to see or find us. We heard a door or it seemed like a flap open. He hugged me and promised he wouldn’t let him get to me. I started crying but having him with me was ten times better. When we waited to hear footsteps, we were surprised it was quiet. That was until we heard the growl; the paws shuffling on the ground and snarling. Both of us froze and looked at each other, horror filling our eyes. We knew the dogs were meant to get us and by the sound of it, seemed like they were hungry. Ben was the one who came up with the idea. He told me they came from somewhere and we needed to find it. He got up on his feet and forced me to get up, I was still whimpering. We walked close together, hand in hand as every corner and turn we were prepared to see a dog come for our faces with its eyes full of blood thirst. Unfortunately our luck ran out. While Ben was focused on getting around, I noticed a loud pant. I thought it may be him or me but it sounded like extra footsteps with us. I stopped as a chill ran down my spine. He continued and didn’t notice I was behind him. Seeing his back fading away I whispered a quiet good bye as I turned around and saw the thing we were trying to get away from. Its fangs glistened in the light as its eyes were glaring at me. Those pure black and small, skinny eyes. Drool was falling from its mouth as it came closer. Panic replaced my fright until all I could do was scream my throat out. I felt its claws raking down my chest and heard its jaw clamping down near my face as the dog and I splashed into the blood on the ground. I tried to shake it off with my arms but I was so tired and scared. I thought I was going to die. I thought that was my last breath. But he, my friend and hero was there like a knight in shining armor. He was strong as he flung that mutt off me and grabbed me. He dragged me as we jumped and stumbled over the fences, knowing the dogs could not jump that high. I had no idea what was happening. Everything went so fast and blurry. But I do remember him screaming he sees the opening, his voice full of happiness and I’m pretty sure he was crying.
Megan was shaken awake from the nightmare as she opened her eyes. Only it wasn’t a nightmare. It only happened about a day ago. Ben was looking down with worried eyes, his face dirty and scratched. They’ve been running in a forest for about a day, no food and water. She must have fainted when they were walking. “We need to keep going.” His voice was full of determination and strictness. Those kind blue eyes were now solid and serious. Megan struggled to get up with the help of Ben she was on her feet and walking. They thought that there was nothing out here and going to die from starvation or dehydration. When all hope was gone, a massive brown house seemed to appear from the bushes. It loomed over them as windows were all over it. You could see easily inside, nice furniture and a TV was playing. Ben and Megan remained low to dodge the windows in case someone was in there. Moving quietly and fast they wrapped around the house until they were at the front. About 6 kids came running out and screaming, towels and bathing suits in bags on their backs. One was shouting for Sophie to keep up. As Ben and Megan watched with suspension they notice they left the screen door open and through the glass hall way on the other side of the house was a deck with a small boat attached to it. “We can get the boat and go across the lake; I can see some land on the other side. We can find people to help us.” Ben whispered to Megan. All Megan did was nod. As they opened the screen door, they saw some juice boxes and cookies on a desk. Grabbing and drinking the orange juice while stuffing their mouths with cookies only took a few seconds. As they walked onto the deck a soft sigh came from Megan. She thought this was the end and she’d see her family soon. As they were nearing the boat a women’s voice followed them, “excuse me. But what do you think you’re doing?” An old woman was relaxing on a chair, watching them with curious eyes. Thinking quickly, Megan was the first to reply. “Were friends with Sophie and she said she left her goggles on the boat. We were going to get them.” The old lady seemed to remain still and her voice calm. “Well Sophie is only 6 years old; I’m surprised you teenagers are playing with her.” The old lady didn’t look impressed but Megan kept continuing her lie. “We meet her at school, I am her reading buddy and my boyfriend helps her build castles in the sand during lunch.” Megan voice seemed steady but her eyes were gazing towards Ben who just remained still and mysterious. “Why Megan and Ben, what are you two doing here?” Ben twisted around, his palms folding into fists. Megan remained silent and her full body went still. Those days of torture, those times she wished she died and all the pain… was because of that voice. As Megan slowly turned around a soft cry came from her lips. Those evil eyes were watching her as the monster stood there on his deck. He was old. In his 60’s but his arms were muscular. Without thinking, Ben gripped onto Megan’s arm and ran. They ducked under as Joe tried to grab them but the teenagers were quicker than him, and as they darted out of the house; they ran to the neighbors. An elder was gardening on in her front yard. “HELP!” Ben was screaming as they both ran towards her. “That man! He kidnapped us! He wants to kill us! Help!” The old lady looked surprised, her rosy cheeks puffing out. A smile replaced the surprised face and Megan got a bad feeling in her gut. “Now children, he’ll be easy on you if you just give up now.” She replied with a sweet voice. Megan and Ben stood in horror. Whatever this place is, it’s not safe and everyone is crazy here. Seeing Joe and his wife gathering ground, Megan and Ben both took off down the road and ran. They ran and didn’t stop. They heard yelling behind them. As they climbed up a steep hill, Ben looked back to see if they were being followed. Headlights were beaming at them as a rusty truck drove up and two ladies came out. The same old ladies they just saw. He tugged Megan fully up just in time as one of the elders shot a tranquilizer where Megan was. She had a shotgun. Over the hill was a massive meadow of dirt and rock, a gravel pit. Stumbling over the hard terrain, Ben noticed a small border of trees and water. “We can go to the water and swim; it’s the only way to escape.” He was panting as he spoke but didn’t slow down. Suddenly a loud cracking noise came and Ben fell to the ground. A tranquilizer dart was stabbed into his back. Megan screamed and ducked under, dragging Ben behind a small pile of dirt. “Go. Don’t give up. I’ll be fine. I can hold them up while you escape, go get help.” As Ben spoke, Megan’s eyes began to tear up. She can’t leave him. He was her leader and she loved him. They were going to torture him. They were going to kill him. He can’t die like this, not alone. But how Ben looked at her she knew he already decided. He knew what she thought. “I will come back to you, I promise Ben. I promise I’ll get help and save you, like you did for me. Don’t give up either. Hang in tight and I’ll bring help. Just don’t die, okay?!” Megan was crying and she hugged him hard, feeling his secure arms wrapping around her. Without hesitation Megan kissed him, a passionate and forceful one. In return, Ben kissed right back. She felt safe during those few moments. She felt like she was an angel and everything was okay. Ben pushed away and his eyes were filled with joy. He nudged her away before grabbing her and kissing her again. Megan smiled as tears fell down onto her cheeks. As she looked up, the ladies were getting closer and saw a new figure with them. A man and he had dogs with him. They were barking and snarling. As the man bent down to unlock the leash from their collar, Megan was full of fright. Ben patted her leg and pointed towards the water. She began to cry and Ben couldn’t hold his own back, they both knew what would happen. “Go damnit!” He screamed at Megan. She took off, following his orders. When she reached the tree line her heart stopped. Ben’s screams echoed through the gravel pit and into Megan’s ears. Dogs were barking and she could hear something tearing. He was crying and yelling. Megan wasn’t sure what he was saying, but it sounded like he was calling her name. She shivered and felt as if something smacked her in the face. She couldn’t give up, not for Ben. She continued downwards near the water, Ben’s screams following behind her. As she reached the edge, she gave up. She fell to her knees. Ben’s screams died down to whimpers and she knew he was dying. Right now Megan knew he died for nothing. Megan was sobbing as she looked out at the vast water. It wasn’t a lake. The smell of the water was salty. Island were scattered about, like the one she was on. The closes island was kilometers’ away. This wasn’t a lake, it was an ocean. She put her head into her hands and screamed. Hearing the dogs coming closer and Joe whistling, she was so tired. So very tired, tired of getting hurt and tired of this nightmare. As she lifted her head up, her eyes were stone cold and unemotional. Diving into the water she began to swim, hearing the dogs splashing into the water but the barks never getting close. “I’m sorry Ben, so sorry. I won’t give up. This is for you, my love.” She said a couple prayers and kept going, alone in the deep blue.
Enjoy!
I remember when I got kidnapped. I was walking home from a friend’s place, like every other kid would normally do. Being out in the country, the fresh air, kicking the rocks on the dirt road and watching the beautiful sunset. That was life. My life. And it was taken away from me. I was so absorbed in the sunset I didn’t hear the car tires creaking on the road. By the time I noticed, it was too late. I felt a stiff hand over my mouth and something soft covered it before everything went black. I remember waking up, a disgusting smell everywhere. It was like a farmhouse only twisted into a place you can never imagine how horrible it was. The lights were orange and the whole place had a tint of fog. There were bars and fences everywhere, about up to your hips and reminded me of a maze. Blood covered the wooden floor and even saw some hands, fingers, feet and other body parts scattered about. The smell was the worst, you could never escape it. Death itself seemed to fill your thoughts. I remember him coming in and finding me; my screams didn’t do any good but rather made it more pleasurable for him. He would beat me until I just gave up and had no strength left. I had no idea how long I’ve been in there. But it seemed centuries. The first time I had hope, was when I met Ben. I was hiding in the shadows of a corner and praying to God to kill me. His hand fell on my hair and instinctively screamed and swatted it away. Only the eyes were different. His eyes were a sweet blue with softness and kindness to them. He told me everything is going to be okay and sat beside me. His handsome face was bruised and had a slash down his cheek. His nose was broken among with black eyes. He wrapped his arm around me and told me about himself. He loved hockey and video games. He was only a few years older than me. He seemed to go quiet and dark when he told me how he got captured. His was worst then mine. Those monsters actually came into his house and killed his two younger sisters, older brother and parents JUST to get to him. He said he tried to fight, he was so mad but they shot him with a tranquilizer and within minutes was passed out. That was just a few days before our escape. We remained in our corner the whole time, it felt safer than being in the light. That day, the man who took us that we named Joe (along with other rude names) must have not been able to see or find us. We heard a door or it seemed like a flap open. He hugged me and promised he wouldn’t let him get to me. I started crying but having him with me was ten times better. When we waited to hear footsteps, we were surprised it was quiet. That was until we heard the growl; the paws shuffling on the ground and snarling. Both of us froze and looked at each other, horror filling our eyes. We knew the dogs were meant to get us and by the sound of it, seemed like they were hungry. Ben was the one who came up with the idea. He told me they came from somewhere and we needed to find it. He got up on his feet and forced me to get up, I was still whimpering. We walked close together, hand in hand as every corner and turn we were prepared to see a dog come for our faces with its eyes full of blood thirst. Unfortunately our luck ran out. While Ben was focused on getting around, I noticed a loud pant. I thought it may be him or me but it sounded like extra footsteps with us. I stopped as a chill ran down my spine. He continued and didn’t notice I was behind him. Seeing his back fading away I whispered a quiet good bye as I turned around and saw the thing we were trying to get away from. Its fangs glistened in the light as its eyes were glaring at me. Those pure black and small, skinny eyes. Drool was falling from its mouth as it came closer. Panic replaced my fright until all I could do was scream my throat out. I felt its claws raking down my chest and heard its jaw clamping down near my face as the dog and I splashed into the blood on the ground. I tried to shake it off with my arms but I was so tired and scared. I thought I was going to die. I thought that was my last breath. But he, my friend and hero was there like a knight in shining armor. He was strong as he flung that mutt off me and grabbed me. He dragged me as we jumped and stumbled over the fences, knowing the dogs could not jump that high. I had no idea what was happening. Everything went so fast and blurry. But I do remember him screaming he sees the opening, his voice full of happiness and I’m pretty sure he was crying.
Megan was shaken awake from the nightmare as she opened her eyes. Only it wasn’t a nightmare. It only happened about a day ago. Ben was looking down with worried eyes, his face dirty and scratched. They’ve been running in a forest for about a day, no food and water. She must have fainted when they were walking. “We need to keep going.” His voice was full of determination and strictness. Those kind blue eyes were now solid and serious. Megan struggled to get up with the help of Ben she was on her feet and walking. They thought that there was nothing out here and going to die from starvation or dehydration. When all hope was gone, a massive brown house seemed to appear from the bushes. It loomed over them as windows were all over it. You could see easily inside, nice furniture and a TV was playing. Ben and Megan remained low to dodge the windows in case someone was in there. Moving quietly and fast they wrapped around the house until they were at the front. About 6 kids came running out and screaming, towels and bathing suits in bags on their backs. One was shouting for Sophie to keep up. As Ben and Megan watched with suspension they notice they left the screen door open and through the glass hall way on the other side of the house was a deck with a small boat attached to it. “We can get the boat and go across the lake; I can see some land on the other side. We can find people to help us.” Ben whispered to Megan. All Megan did was nod. As they opened the screen door, they saw some juice boxes and cookies on a desk. Grabbing and drinking the orange juice while stuffing their mouths with cookies only took a few seconds. As they walked onto the deck a soft sigh came from Megan. She thought this was the end and she’d see her family soon. As they were nearing the boat a women’s voice followed them, “excuse me. But what do you think you’re doing?” An old woman was relaxing on a chair, watching them with curious eyes. Thinking quickly, Megan was the first to reply. “Were friends with Sophie and she said she left her goggles on the boat. We were going to get them.” The old lady seemed to remain still and her voice calm. “Well Sophie is only 6 years old; I’m surprised you teenagers are playing with her.” The old lady didn’t look impressed but Megan kept continuing her lie. “We meet her at school, I am her reading buddy and my boyfriend helps her build castles in the sand during lunch.” Megan voice seemed steady but her eyes were gazing towards Ben who just remained still and mysterious. “Why Megan and Ben, what are you two doing here?” Ben twisted around, his palms folding into fists. Megan remained silent and her full body went still. Those days of torture, those times she wished she died and all the pain… was because of that voice. As Megan slowly turned around a soft cry came from her lips. Those evil eyes were watching her as the monster stood there on his deck. He was old. In his 60’s but his arms were muscular. Without thinking, Ben gripped onto Megan’s arm and ran. They ducked under as Joe tried to grab them but the teenagers were quicker than him, and as they darted out of the house; they ran to the neighbors. An elder was gardening on in her front yard. “HELP!” Ben was screaming as they both ran towards her. “That man! He kidnapped us! He wants to kill us! Help!” The old lady looked surprised, her rosy cheeks puffing out. A smile replaced the surprised face and Megan got a bad feeling in her gut. “Now children, he’ll be easy on you if you just give up now.” She replied with a sweet voice. Megan and Ben stood in horror. Whatever this place is, it’s not safe and everyone is crazy here. Seeing Joe and his wife gathering ground, Megan and Ben both took off down the road and ran. They ran and didn’t stop. They heard yelling behind them. As they climbed up a steep hill, Ben looked back to see if they were being followed. Headlights were beaming at them as a rusty truck drove up and two ladies came out. The same old ladies they just saw. He tugged Megan fully up just in time as one of the elders shot a tranquilizer where Megan was. She had a shotgun. Over the hill was a massive meadow of dirt and rock, a gravel pit. Stumbling over the hard terrain, Ben noticed a small border of trees and water. “We can go to the water and swim; it’s the only way to escape.” He was panting as he spoke but didn’t slow down. Suddenly a loud cracking noise came and Ben fell to the ground. A tranquilizer dart was stabbed into his back. Megan screamed and ducked under, dragging Ben behind a small pile of dirt. “Go. Don’t give up. I’ll be fine. I can hold them up while you escape, go get help.” As Ben spoke, Megan’s eyes began to tear up. She can’t leave him. He was her leader and she loved him. They were going to torture him. They were going to kill him. He can’t die like this, not alone. But how Ben looked at her she knew he already decided. He knew what she thought. “I will come back to you, I promise Ben. I promise I’ll get help and save you, like you did for me. Don’t give up either. Hang in tight and I’ll bring help. Just don’t die, okay?!” Megan was crying and she hugged him hard, feeling his secure arms wrapping around her. Without hesitation Megan kissed him, a passionate and forceful one. In return, Ben kissed right back. She felt safe during those few moments. She felt like she was an angel and everything was okay. Ben pushed away and his eyes were filled with joy. He nudged her away before grabbing her and kissing her again. Megan smiled as tears fell down onto her cheeks. As she looked up, the ladies were getting closer and saw a new figure with them. A man and he had dogs with him. They were barking and snarling. As the man bent down to unlock the leash from their collar, Megan was full of fright. Ben patted her leg and pointed towards the water. She began to cry and Ben couldn’t hold his own back, they both knew what would happen. “Go damnit!” He screamed at Megan. She took off, following his orders. When she reached the tree line her heart stopped. Ben’s screams echoed through the gravel pit and into Megan’s ears. Dogs were barking and she could hear something tearing. He was crying and yelling. Megan wasn’t sure what he was saying, but it sounded like he was calling her name. She shivered and felt as if something smacked her in the face. She couldn’t give up, not for Ben. She continued downwards near the water, Ben’s screams following behind her. As she reached the edge, she gave up. She fell to her knees. Ben’s screams died down to whimpers and she knew he was dying. Right now Megan knew he died for nothing. Megan was sobbing as she looked out at the vast water. It wasn’t a lake. The smell of the water was salty. Island were scattered about, like the one she was on. The closes island was kilometers’ away. This wasn’t a lake, it was an ocean. She put her head into her hands and screamed. Hearing the dogs coming closer and Joe whistling, she was so tired. So very tired, tired of getting hurt and tired of this nightmare. As she lifted her head up, her eyes were stone cold and unemotional. Diving into the water she began to swim, hearing the dogs splashing into the water but the barks never getting close. “I’m sorry Ben, so sorry. I won’t give up. This is for you, my love.” She said a couple prayers and kept going, alone in the deep blue.
