sadi
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Ahh SCREW IT!! This is a story I was/ am writing. It's the first story I've ever wrote so PLEASE comment, and also please, please, PLEASE be brutal! Honesty's the only thing that can get me better.
This first post'll be REALLY long, but I'll try to chop up the other bits into more manageable portions, I think... :happy:
I tried to chop it up into excerpts, but, there's too much crap that requires you to read it all to get it all. 😉
If you want... Just skip to the good parts. :super_hap
Left, right, another right. Lights streak by above as I run down street after street in the twilight silence. My heart is pounding in my chest and my lungs feel as if they’re on fire, but it doesn’t matter, not even where I’m going; so long as it’s as far away from there as possible. Oblivious to what direction I’m headed I keep running, my feet echoing off the walls of dilapidated houses.
And him; he was with me, his arms folded tightly around my neck as I carry him on my back. This was all because of him; he saved my life, and now I’m trying to save both our necks. He’s just as nervous as I though he tries to hide it, his rapid breathing tickling the back of my neck. He feels almost weightless, with my mind not lingering in the world of reality and my body taking over.
Run, run, run... that is the only absolute. I don’t know for how long, a second, an eternity, it’s just semantics.
"We have to stop," a ragged breath whispers in my ear amidst gasps for air. His words bring me back into reality, into the dismal realization of our situation. I know we have to stop but if we do the slim chances of our escape become even more minuscule. It doesn’t matter though, he needs me to stop so I quickly slow down, the two of us collapsing against a brick wall.
The rhythmic gasps for air slowly recede then eventually fade away into the wails of the bitter wind. I look over at my little friend, holding his sides in pain as he feebly tries to retain his composure for my sake. A tear trickles down my dirtied face. "You have more strength than I ever could, friend," I whisper into the darkness. My throat tightens with emotion. I stare into those big eyes, captivated by their blue intensity, drawing me into their gaze. I could lose myself in those eyes for hours on end, content to do nothing else other than speculate the thoughts running around behind those open windows into his little soul.
Music slowly starts to fill my ears, staring into those eyes. But something’s wrong and they blink. The hypnosis ends, leaving me cold and wet hiding in the shadows with a sole friend by my side. The music gets louder, and I’m so tempted to return to that dream-state of freedom. "Hey! Do you -?" my friend whispers, looking over to see me staring off blankly. "Selena! The music! Don’t listen to it!" I’m abruptly pulled out of my dream world, staring into those eyes, his hands digging into my shoulders, trying to keep me in reality.
The music! I have to get out of here. It’s already oppressively loud in my ears, enveloping my senses, my reason.
"Snap out of it!" The outside noises are suddenly blocked out as hands are placed firmly over my ears. The eyes stare at me with a renewed urgency. I have to go - now. In one swift motion I pick up my little friend and rise to my feet, doubling my efforts of escape.
Down another faceless street, another turn, another dead end, another disappointment. Try as I might I can’t seem to outrun the music, the melodious tones slipping through tightly clasped fingers, intoxicating my mind. Slowly, inevitably, the music slows my pace and I know he knows. His hands clasp tighter, trying to give me that extra moment of clarity to run just a bit further. We both know it’s too late. It’s useless to run anymore. There’s nothing we can do - nothing I can do.
Stopping in the middle of a street, I almost fall over from the sudden extra weight of my friend lunging into my back. He’s shouting something but I can’t hear him anymore. He drops down, and I fall to my knees. He holds my face in his hands, big tears falling from his eyes as he urges me to keep going. I see his lips move but all I hear is the music, that pervading melody. He continues to plead and urge me to keep going yet his face contorts in fear and despair.
I slowly manage to move my hands, holding his in mine. The music is so loud now! "Go. There’s nothing more you can do." I see his lips move again; voiceless words. "You’ll only get us both caught. You’ve done enough, go, please..." I only pray that he can hear me, unsure if I’m speaking or merely thinking the words at this point. The music is all that there is now as the boy gives one last, long stare and then fades into the darkness; I think I hear sobs in the music.
The song is overpowering. I double over on the cold asphalt with one hand defending me from the ground and the other holding my side, trying not to lie down in surrender, almost vomiting from the fight. I can make out lights in the distance. They’ve found me, but I knew that already. I knew that as soon as I heard the music, staring into those big eyes. He’s safe and that’s good enough. I can barely think as the music continues to fog my mind.
Something blocks out the vehicle’s headlights. A person? A voice sounds out over the music, "Well, well, well. Out for a jog were we? And where might be your little friend?" My brain jolts alert with electricity - that voice! Him!
I barely manage to stand upright, trying to face him. I nearly collapse from the effort. My mind is alert but my body is still so very far away... the music is getting louder... Remember his eyes, focus on the eyes; you have to give him enough time to get away safely. I’m holding onto reality with my fingertips.
I fight another wave of nausea as I stand to face the man who is the cause of all this pain. I don’t know how much longer I can keep control of my body. My grasp on reality is so weak. He chuckles, sending shivers down my spine. "My, my, we’re much more resilient tonight aren’t we?" he laughs. I force down another wave of bile. My head spins with the alluring music. "I hate you," slurred words spit out. He laughs again, moving to my right. Where is he going? Don’t lose him! I tell my body to follow and I try to stumble as little as possible as I keep his gaze, turning in a semicircle, eyelids drooping heavily despite my effort. Standing in my shadow, it’s so hard to see... Better to feel... - No! Fight it! I snap my head back up to see him inches from my face. I jump back, losing my balance, falling against the hood of the car.
"You are so strong," he says in a whisper, his face filling my view, chest pressing against me. Our fingers interlace. I can smell him; he smells sweet. He leans closer, his breath tickling my ear; "But so weak."
The waves of music crash against my mind harder this time and I can’t fight it much longer. "Give in to the music. You know you want to, so desperately," he whispers into my ear again, squeezing my hands, pressing against me harder. I breathe out but can’t form the words in my mind, soon swept away by the music. Slipping into complete surrender to it my mind and body go limp, lost in another reality, a beautiful one.
A sick smile spreads across the man’s face as he hears me sigh in release to the music. He looks into my eyes, the half-closed eyes of a dreamer in another world. His smile spreads. His body tingles with excitement. He moves his hands under me and moves me off of the vehicle, completely useless to stop anything. I twitch slightly as he brushes a stray strand of hair from my face, still staring into those half-closed eyes.
Carrying me in his arms like a sacrifice to some god he sets me down in the back of a makeshift van, more similar to a bank vehicle, the walls thick steel and without windows. I quickly become the guest of no less than six armed men as he gently lays me into a steel chair bolted to the floor. Blank expressions are on the men’s faces as they stare at my motionless body.
"Remember; watch her, restrain her, stop her if necessary, but touch her -" the man’s eyes are steely blades, cutting into each man present, "and you’ll lose more than your job." He turns to walk out. One hand on the big steel door he hesitates, turning around. "And don’t forget to turn the music off," he adds. The big steel door closes, the little room illuminated by a pale light embedded in the ceiling.
The smile returns to his face as he walks back to the passenger’s seat. He can still feel the electricity tingling through his body as he puts on his seatbelt, the ecstacy lingering in fading waves as the engine turns over and the driver starts to turn the car around.
"Should we look for the boy?" the driver says before pushing the gas pedal.
"He’ll come to us. Just wait." The driver punches the gas pedal and the vehicle shoots off into the cold night. "No one can stay away from you," the man says in a whisper to himself, his eyes far off; those of a dreamer.
The sound of rushing water fills my ears. The scent of new spring flowers fills my nostrils. I open my eyes to a fantasy scene, at the foot of a waterfall in a little secluded piece of paradise, hidden from the pollution and corruption of the real world.
The sun beats down on the scene, forcing me to cover my eyes as I try to take in this breathtaking view. A bird chirps somewhere in the distance.
I could stay here forever. Where is here? "It doesn’t matter," I say to myself aloud, propping myself up on one elbow to better look around. Everything is so vibrant and lively! Such pure, unadulterated beauty, staring at the crystal blue water as it pours into the small pool, the sun playing with the cascades in a tantalizing manner. I twitch my nose as a petal rests on it.
The pool calls to me. Slowly I take my time getting up to walk to the pool though somewhere I feel an urgency to reach its smooth surface, only disturbed by the softly gurgling cataract. The grass feels soothing under my bare feet, comforting somehow. At the water’s edge I get a shock of fear and anticipation. Why do I feel like this? Tentatively I kneel down and peer over the water’s edge, seeing a reflection in the glass-smooth water.
That’s me? My face twists in puzzlement as I stare down at what I see in the water. Two long, slender hands reach up and touch rosy cheeks. Those are my hands, my cheeks. Slowly, the hands move up to feel long pointed ears. Those are my ears. My ears are special. My hands move around to large golden eyes. They don’t look special. "Does anyone else have golden eyes?" I ask the reflection. She gives a shrug in reply. I’m much too fascinated with myself to notice that I remain still. After a few moments of deep contemplation I hear, Your eyes are special, very special. I giggle in embarrassment. I continue my inspection as the hands move together and down, fingers tickling a long pointed nose. I sneeze and the reflection dissipates. "Don’t go!" I shout, hand jutting into the water to try to retrieve the fickle image. But it’s gone, the water’s disturbed and the picture is gone.
Sitting down by the water’s edge I cross my legs and fold my arms, giving a grunt in annoyance, looking quite comical. "I didn’t even get a good look," I sulkily mutter to no one in particular. Do I really look like that? The thought pops into my head. Why do I look so different from everyone else? Is something wrong with me? My mind wanders to similar questions, forgetting the masterpiece at my fingertips.
Deep in contemplation, pondering the reason for my existence, something brushes against my cheek. I snap out of my daydreams, spinning my head around to try to see what or who disturbed me. Nothing’s here, just nature, and the few petals flittering about amongst the sunbeams and shadows. "Now... what was I thinking about?" I ask myself, my finger on my chin. "Oh yes!" I exclaim in joy, then go back to intensely thinking about the meaning of life, mine in specific.
Something brushes against my neck. I twitch, more this time. A puzzled look comes over my face as I once again discover, to my annoyance, that I was disturbed by, well, nothing. "Think, think, think. Why are you here Selena?" I ask as a renewed desire to concentrate floods my mind once again. Why are you here? "I don’t know. That’s what I’ve been trying to figure out this whole time," I answer myself aloud. Why are you here? My mind persists. "Boy, you’re not
going to stop ’til I figure it out are you?" I ask myself, yet again. Why are you here? My mind merely echoes once more. After a minute of strained thought I grunt loudly in frustration and fold my arms once more. "I don’t know!" I shout turning around to stare at the waterfall, bottom lip jutting out in a pout.
The waterfall; the water is so clear. Something brushes against my neck again, more noticeably this time. I know I’m getting closer. The light plays tricks on the streams of flowing water, changing the colours before my eye can register them all. Why are you here?
The water isn’t normal. I focus harder on the changing colours and images, I know I’m getting closer now, and the answer is in the water. The nothing continues to brush against my neck. I’m holding my hand against my neck to try to stop it, head tilted to the left, but it does nothing to stop the irritating sensation.
"I can see men in the waterfall." Standing right in front of the cascading water, hovering inches above the rippling pool below I squint, trying to make out the watery figures. The men are so close now, I feel like I can touch them. I reach out a hand into the waterfall; it’s not wet, but it’s cold. Why are you here?
After a moment’s pause, hand in the waterfall, still dry, I say to myself; "I’m not," and plunge into the waterfall, falling into a hard steel chair, a dim light illuminating six or so men. They’re all wearing masks, some helmets as well so I don’t know if they’re looking at me or not. My eyes are almost closed and I keep them that way, I don’t know where I am or why but I have a very uneasy feeling regarding my situation. The faint sound of music fades away. Something brushes against my neck. In a jerk reaction I snap my head to the left. I feel something. You’re special, my mind whispers; he’s not. He’s not to touch you.
The fingers slowly move. With my tilted view a pair of large ski goggles fills my vision, a faint stubble growing on the chin below. The bottom lip is bit in concentration as the man focuses on removing his fingers without further disturbing me. He shudders slightly as if he received a small shock of electricity and his lips part slightly, ends turned upward in a faint grin. You did that, my mind replies to the questions buzzing around in my skull.
His hand moves toward my face. Do not be touched. "Well how do I do that?" I yell in my head. "There’s not exactly any way I can stop him." By this time I have become all too aware of the numerous straps restraining me, digging into my flesh. Do not be touched my mind repeats. "Yeah, some help you are..." If my eyes were opened more the men would have seen me rolling them. As it is, my predicament seems pretty hopeless.
He strokes my cheek and a quiet groan escapes his lips; a spasm of pain flows through my body. "Stop it!" I scream, jolting up straight, tensing my muscles, throwing daggers with my stare. He falls back to the floor in shock. Use it. "I don’t have time to think about random thoughts that make no sense," I fire back in my mind.
I’m fueled by the heat of my anger, adrenaline pumping through my veins. "Stop it, stop it, stop it!" I continue to yell at the man who only moans louder, now curled in the fetal position with his head between his legs. He’s ripped off the goggles and helmet, hands ringing through matted hair. I can still feel where his fingers touched me, burning into my flesh, contaminating me, spreading their burning virus. "STOP IT!!" I shriek, writhing in my steel chair, fighting against the restraints for all I’m worth. The man rises up on his knees, hands digging into the sides of his face. He lets out a single cry before he abruptly falls to the ground, unconscious. A thin line of blood trickles onto the steel floor from his nose, collecting in a pool as the other men try to take in this sudden turn of events. I draw deep breaths, trying to recover from my sudden outburst. The pain in my flesh subsides, leaving my mind free to frantically try to make sense of what just happened.
"What do we-?" One faceless man says to the others before a voice booms out through walkie-talkies on the belts of all present, interrupting his question.
"Don’t touch her! Don’ttouchheranddon’ttouchwhoeverjusttouchedher!" He barks in a sentence of rapid-fire jumbled words.
"Wh-what do, we do?" The questioning man stammers, staring down at his fallen partner through dark ski goggles. His hand trembles slightly pushing down the ‘talk’ button, sweat drips down into his shirt. I look around, noticing that most of the men seem to be experiencing the same symptoms. "What did I do?" I ponder, turning my head from side to side.
"Use what I gave you until she’s knocked out," the walkie-talkie sputters, then clicks out. The men simultaneously retrieve little black guns from holsters and point them at my prone body - all of them.
"I’m going to die," I whisper to myself, much more calmly than expected.
They fire.
Spasms of pain course throughout my body, electricity tensing my muscles, throwing my body into shock. I writhe and jerk in my chair, spastically shaking from the unrelenting waves of pain that assail my frame. Somehow, weaving in between the surplus signals of ‘pain!’another message shouts out in my brain; Right! Right! "This is right?!" I scream back to the voice in my head in indignation. Right! Right! It simply repeats. Another thought wriggles through, quickly being engulfed by the screams of pain my body is sending me. I jerk my eyes to the right for a second to see a man electrocuting me like all the others with his little taser gun but for some reason I feel like he’s not shocking me. I then immediately black out after that little hunch, eyes rolling into the back of my head. I hope that I’m able to remember that fact when I regain consciousness. It seems... significant somehow.
"Aaaahh!" I scream, bolting upright, tensing my muscles as I feel a sudden jolt of pain course through my body in psychosomatic torture. Memories spark in my mind as the events in the vehicle come flooding back in addition to my mind telling me the pain has stopped, for now.
I clear my head to look at my surroundings. Shoved into a little corner all I see is white; white walls, white floor, white door, white light, white, white, white. I feel a small sting of pain in my brain from the overpowering brightness. I notice there are yet no more windows in this mystery room, with yet again no idea of where I am and why I’m here. You have to get out. "Well duh!" I say aloud to myself.
The door’s my best be; I need to find a crack, a hole, something that will get me out of this place. My pants crackle slightly as I reach the large pale door. You’re not wearing pants, you’re wearing shorts a small thought retorts in the back of my head. "No, I’m not. I’m wearing shorts," I say absently as my fingers trace a side of the padded wall, looking for anything that would release me, even a little nick to grip to prove the door really is here. At the bottom I can prove the door really exists, feeling a slight indent in the soft floor underneath the door’s frame, but that’s it; no hidden key, no way out.
I let out a yell of frustration, sitting back against the door, hands resting on my knees, morosely observing my surroundings again, half-searching for another way out that I missed at first.
What is that?! My mind screams as I see two pangs of white resting under my hands. I only now realize what had changed about me, now donning bleach-white slacks and long-sleeved shirt to match my sterile bland world. I shiver in disgust, realizing someone must have touched me to do this, phantom fingers assailing my body as I imagine. I jump up and start brushing off the phantom fingers, trying to remove the uncomfortable feeling. After I’m able to get a hold of my imagination and the sensation fades away my mind is occupied with rage, at the person responsible for this mess. My eyes flash red.
"You locked me up once before. But to try to cage me again?!" I whisper under my breath, venom dripping from my words. A bellowing cry bursts from my lips, filling the room with my anger.
"What?? - What happened?!" The little man smacks the screen in annoyance, mumbling expletives under his breath. He rapidly punches keys on the keyboard to try to resuscitate the lost image but it only sputters and maintains its snowy picture. "Stupid machine!" He yells, smacking the screen again. "They’re all out!" he cries in exasperation. "This shouldn’t be happening! There isn’t anything technically wrong with them!" Staring at the snowy monitors in desperation he continues tapping keys periodically in momentary defeat. The monitors flare white and then black out. A quiet moan escapes his lips as he hits his head against the keyboard in frustration.
"She took them out," a voice says from behind, overseeing the operation. Sitting in a leather chair the man leans back, head tilted upwards, a smile playing on his face in amusement. "You’re still so temperamental," he chuckles to himself.
The little man looks at his superior quizzically then bends back over his work, determined to get the feed back on the screens.
"I’m going for a walk, keep working." The leather squeaks as the man stands up, leaving the other alone with the stubborn machines. His emerald eyes glint in the moonlight as he walks down the empty hallway, the sound of his shoes echoing off the marble walls. Pausing by an open column, he stops to stare at the waning moon. "I will have you yet," he says to the wind, eyes staring towards private memories, aspirations, desires.
Eyes flick to the left, back to reality, sensing an intruding presence. He turns his head to see a faceless minion walking across the hallway, hurrying under the man’s intimidating gaze.
Ringing his hands through his auburn hair in frustration he grunts then continues walking down the hall, towards the court. Tonight is going to be a long night and there’s no way the computers are going to be fixed anytime soon. He might as well enjoy the moonlight and his recovered prize in solitude. "Tonight you are mine once more; mine alone." The thought brings a twisted smile, marring his striking face.
The thick wooden door slams shut as he exits, echoing down the deserted hallway, silencing reverberating footsteps.
"I’m going to go mad in here. I’m going to go mad and then I’m going to die," I whisper to the ground, head hung between my legs. With my tantrum over and the anger temporarily drained from my body I’m left to ponder what will become of me, and to slowly let despair creep into my mind like a fatal virus.
"Maybe it won’t feel so bad dying if I’m already insane. Maybe I won’t care then... Or maybe I’ll die before I go mad." I stifle a sob and try to remain strong. The only way I’m going to get out of here is if I keep strong, if I break down then I’ve lost, and that means he’s won.
My eyes flash red once more as a memory floods my mind’s eye.
"He looks so caring," I mumble, recollecting that toothy grin, green eyes smiling in the bright sun. He sits on the grass, laughing in mirth as I lay in the water, having stated only moments before there was no chance of that happening while balancing on a log in the middle of a glistening pond.
"Oh quit it!" I yell, pouting all the more at his laughter, which only increases at my display. He’s wiping tears from his eyes as his emotions bubble over, holding his side as he props himself up on his elbow.
He gasps in shock as a wave of cold water douses him, chuckles quickly ended. I fake an innocent look, desperately trying to stop the smirk from crawling up my lips. It’s obvious he doesn’t buy it one bit and I know it, though it doesn’t prevent me from playing it up regardless.
"What? It was a fish," I stammer before he has time to do anything. My fingers creep up to my lips, trying horribly to keep the corners of my mouth from turning up in a smirk.
"Really? A fish, huh?" He says; an all too knowing look on his face makes my blood quicken as he toys with me.
"Uh-huh," I spit out between my fingers, desperately fighting against my unruly lips. There’s no doubt my face has turned a deep shade of crimson by now but there’s nothing I can do about that.
"You sure about that, are you?" His eyes gleam in the light, cutting through my horrible facade.
I can only nod my head as I cover my mouth with both hands, trying to fake a coughing fit as laughter breaks through in bursts.
"Well why don’t you - show me it?!" The end of his sentence gets louder as he leaps into the water, chasing after me to the sound of my surprised yelp.
Turning around I let out a squeal to see his looming figure right behind me; the adrenaline pumping through my veins gives me an extra spurt of energy to continue the chase through the deepening water. I couldn’t help but have my amusement show through despite my fear.
"Are you laughing at me now, huh? I’ll give you something to laugh about!" He yells, a dangerous glint in his eyes, a large grin pasted on his face as he closes in on his target.
I let out a yip as his hand grabs hold of mine, giggling briefly in anxiousness, squirming in the water and luckily wriggling free before I’m trapped by a tighter grip.
"You’re mine now," he says amidst chuckles, getting closer again.
"Gotta’ catch me first slowpoke!" I shout, diving under the waist-high water.
I yelp underwater as his hand curls around my ankle in a vice-like grip.
"Leggo’! Leggo’!" I shout, flailing in the water, trying to free myself before I feel the second hand and an end to the chase.
"Slowpoke? You think I’m a slowpoke?" he asks in a playful tone, securely holding onto my ankle despite my best efforts.
"Yeah, that’s right!" I shout, splashing wave after wave in an attempt to free myself. He just laughs in amusement, getting me more annoyed with each laugh.
"I don’t think that’s what you really think." There’s a hint of something dangerous in his tone, reflected tenfold in his eyes and smile. My efforts of escape lessen slightly as intrigue pulls at my mind. "Oh yeah, and what do I really think then?" My words drip with defiance.
"You think I’m the fastest, bestest guy there is." A burst of laughter spits out at how matter-of-fact he says it all. "That’s right, and you’re gonna’ say it too." There’s an odd glint in his eyes and I know somehow I have to get out of his grip - now.
"I told you I was going to give you something to laugh about," he says, turning around with my foot securely under his arm, his head turned to still look at me. My eyes go wide with realization, adrenaline pumping renewed as I try desperately to escape before I know I’ll lose all control. A shock of electricity jolts up my leg, an overwhelming tingling sensation that tenses the muscles in my body as fingers tickle the sole of my foot.
My mind goes mad, my body goes crazy. I squirm and writhe and flail with all my might, trying to get out of that vice-grip. "No, no, no, no! No! No! Stop! Stop!" I ramble on, pleading with him to stop as my body contorts in the water, trying hopelessly to swim away. That murderous glint in his eyes only brightens, laughing at me as I try feebly to escape in addition to trying not to laugh at the same time. I can’t seem to do either. He laughs louder at my continued pleas for mercy amidst giggle fits.
"If I can’t swim away maybe it’s better if I use his frame against him," my mind frantically shouts, one of the few coherent thoughts that manage to shout out amidst the overpowering feelings. In one quick moment I turn around and try to yank my leg out, pushing against his back and arm in my last plan. Close contact is the last thing I want right now.
There’s a moment of liberty and victory, my foot miraculously coming out of the grip leaving me free once more to run away from this crazy madman.
No sooner does my mind start to clear and focus on a better escape plan than a powerful arm wraps around my mid-section and pulls me towards him, and his other free hand.
Easily lifting me out of the water he carries me, kicking and screaming, poking at my sides intermittently, laughing as I immediately tense and curl into a ball each time he does.
Heading towards dry ground I squirm even more, I’m done once water’s out of the picture; I’m done now I tell myself. Still my stubbornness won’t let me give in and I keep kicking and squirming. "Let go of me!" I shout again and again, beating his arms whenever my muscles are loose enough to let me do so.
In one moment we’ve moved from water to dry land, quickly walking away from my only hope of freedom. No! My mind screams, turning around in his grip, trying to climb up his front towards the water.
"Oh you’re not going back there," he says, tickling my sides until I’m forced to concentrate solely on not laughing. I give a defiant look up at his face, his goofy smile still pasted on. He’s enjoying this all too much.
I look up at him and make a gross face, trying to squirm out again after the last attack. "That’s not very nice. I think you owe me extra now," he says, his smile getting all the wider when he sees my mouth agape in disbelief. He mimics my face in mockery, then returns to that horrible smile. I’m so dead now; crap.
As soon as fingers touch the soft blades of grass I start tearing the grass like an animal pel-mell. With my mid-section now completely unprotected he has exactly what he wants.
I stifle a scream, doubling over from the sensation, his fingers sending my body out of control. I’d scream but if I open my mouth I know the laughter will only spill out and that stupid smile will only grow bigger with a small victory, the tickling will worsen as he sees the end nearing.
My eyes bulging from the feeling, my lips white from biting down on them so hard blood is sure to come soon, I fear my will won’t be able to overpower my body’s wishes. My frame already racks with silent laughter, my eyes tearing from this horribly unique sensation. There’s not much more I can take.
The overwhelming sensation ceases. Gasping for air I wipe the tears out of my eyes and momentarily hold my sides, looking up into those obscured bright eyes, falling hair blocking my view. He brushes back the unruly strands, letting me see that stupid smirk and those penetrating eyes better. He’s now in a quite superior position since land was introduced, sitting on my legs: free hand suddenly jutting out to pin one of mine tightly to the ground. Not much hope of escape right now; oh how I missed the freedom I had in the water... This can only mean one of two things; an ultimatum or an ultimatum because he’s tired and wants to win before it’s too late. There’s no real chance he’s tired, having experienced this torture many times until I caved, every time, and this is no where near to breaking a time record for these occurrences.
"So, are you ready to say I’m the bestest guy there is and that I’m better than you in every possible way?"
"Every way?!" I shout in protest. "When did that come in?!" My mouth hangs open in shock and disbelief once more.
Mocking my expression yet again, then mocking my pouting in response, he snidely replies, "Because I said so and you owe me extra -"
"- I don’t owe you squat," I mumble under my breath. I gasp, trying to fight back unexpected giggles as he tickles my sides. "What did you say?" His smirk grows wider as he watches me fight uselessly, squealing every now and then.
"I said I don’t owe you squat!" I yell, failing to close my mouth after as laughter escapes my lips, flooding his ears with joy and promises of victory.
His eyes flash bright in triumph. "That’s what I thought you said," and returns to torturing me once more. There’s no point in trying to hold it in any longer, he’s already heard victory float through his ears, so I stop trying to quell the laughter, noise exploding onto the previously quiet scene. The pleas for mercy start up again amongst the fits of laughter and gasps for air. His eyes just grow more hungry as he sees victory. There’s no way to stop the insane tickling.
"There’s one way to stop it" my mind shouts. I can’t give up! I barely manage to fire back. Give up, give up! Give up! My body screams in my head.
He hits the sweet spot and my body’s screams overpower anything my feeble mind comes up with.
I hate you SO much!
My back arches and I spew out, " Alrightalright, Igiveigive! You’re the best, you’re the best, I don’t care, just stop! STOP! STOP! STOP!" I’m able to half-gasp before the laughter overpowers my speech once more.
He cocks his head to one side, a murderous glint in his eyes. "What was that? Beg your pardon?" The tickling lessens. It’s still unbearable.
Oh, I want to hurt you SO BAD!! "Shut up!" my body tells my brain. There’s a time for stubbornness but right now I have to give so my ribs won’t break.
"You’re the best, you’re the best, just STOP!" I scream, squirming under his frame.
"At what?" His smirk is set at full amusement level now, just waiting for me to pamper his ego. My brain kicks in again and I snap my mouth shut. He quickly fixes that by a little ‘persuasion’. If he just didn’t know about my sensitive spot I’d have probably won many of these competitions. Why does he have to know?! STUPID, STUPID, STUPID!!
"What am I best at?" He laughs, watching me squirm. This is exactly what he hoped for. The jolts of electricity are almost overwhelming, the pleasure clouding his head and senses as he stares, fixated on my contorting face.
NO! Don’t give up! I desperately take up the fight again, feebly fencing off against a superior opponent with intimate knowledge of my weaknesses, and exploiting them for all he’s worth.
My face contorts with intense effort as I try to fight, using every ounce of strength I have in reserve, trying to shove his hands away and push myself up and out of his grasp.
"Awww, what’s that? Is that... you trying to fight?" The condescending tone flares my anger, my mind’s a jumbled mess already without that.
He pins my hands down above my head with one hand, his face now looming over mine. My eyes bulge then tightly shut as I squirm for all I’m worth, a moan underlying my screams and squeals. I’m about to go insane if he doesn’t stop soon.
"Is that? -" his expression is maddening, though my eyes are luckily focusing on other things for the most part. "Is - is that - Is that your sensitive spot?" His eyes flare with a scary intensity as he hears me groaning in protest, head jerking from side to side.
"Oh, I’m sorry. That’s not your weak spot? Then this wouldn’t really bother you." My mouth parts opens in a silent scream and my toes curl as the feeling intensifies. My ribs are either going to break or I’m going to pass out from the lack of oxygen.
"He won’t stop - SPILL YOUR GUTS!!" My body screams in my head, the only thought that’s able to penetrate this feeling. Somehow I manage to take a deep breath, then spill my guts in rapid-fire words. "You’rethebestateverything, just STOP!! Pleeee-eeee-eeee-eease!"
"Soon." I open my eyes to stare into those shining emeralds just begging murder.
"No!" I scream, my voice going abnormally high.
"Fine with me if you want to be all wussy about it." He’s trying to keep the battle of wills contesting but my body’s taken control and it’s not in the mood for anymore of his games. I don’t bite and after a few more agonizingly long moments he stops and releases his death grip on me, rolling off to the side. I immediately roll away, holding onto my aching sides while huddled in the fetal position, drawing in quick shallow breaths, waiting for my heart to stop pounding and my ribs and stomach to stop aching. The tingling sensation on my stomach’s still unbearable, forcing me to giggle softly as it fades away torturously slow.
I’m turned away from him, not wanting to see that stupid superior smirk pasted on his face, caring only about myself right now. While I’m fighting the battle to get my body back in control he’s having a similar fight.
This first post'll be REALLY long, but I'll try to chop up the other bits into more manageable portions, I think... :happy:
I tried to chop it up into excerpts, but, there's too much crap that requires you to read it all to get it all. 😉
If you want... Just skip to the good parts. :super_hap
Left, right, another right. Lights streak by above as I run down street after street in the twilight silence. My heart is pounding in my chest and my lungs feel as if they’re on fire, but it doesn’t matter, not even where I’m going; so long as it’s as far away from there as possible. Oblivious to what direction I’m headed I keep running, my feet echoing off the walls of dilapidated houses.
And him; he was with me, his arms folded tightly around my neck as I carry him on my back. This was all because of him; he saved my life, and now I’m trying to save both our necks. He’s just as nervous as I though he tries to hide it, his rapid breathing tickling the back of my neck. He feels almost weightless, with my mind not lingering in the world of reality and my body taking over.
Run, run, run... that is the only absolute. I don’t know for how long, a second, an eternity, it’s just semantics.
"We have to stop," a ragged breath whispers in my ear amidst gasps for air. His words bring me back into reality, into the dismal realization of our situation. I know we have to stop but if we do the slim chances of our escape become even more minuscule. It doesn’t matter though, he needs me to stop so I quickly slow down, the two of us collapsing against a brick wall.
The rhythmic gasps for air slowly recede then eventually fade away into the wails of the bitter wind. I look over at my little friend, holding his sides in pain as he feebly tries to retain his composure for my sake. A tear trickles down my dirtied face. "You have more strength than I ever could, friend," I whisper into the darkness. My throat tightens with emotion. I stare into those big eyes, captivated by their blue intensity, drawing me into their gaze. I could lose myself in those eyes for hours on end, content to do nothing else other than speculate the thoughts running around behind those open windows into his little soul.
Music slowly starts to fill my ears, staring into those eyes. But something’s wrong and they blink. The hypnosis ends, leaving me cold and wet hiding in the shadows with a sole friend by my side. The music gets louder, and I’m so tempted to return to that dream-state of freedom. "Hey! Do you -?" my friend whispers, looking over to see me staring off blankly. "Selena! The music! Don’t listen to it!" I’m abruptly pulled out of my dream world, staring into those eyes, his hands digging into my shoulders, trying to keep me in reality.
The music! I have to get out of here. It’s already oppressively loud in my ears, enveloping my senses, my reason.
"Snap out of it!" The outside noises are suddenly blocked out as hands are placed firmly over my ears. The eyes stare at me with a renewed urgency. I have to go - now. In one swift motion I pick up my little friend and rise to my feet, doubling my efforts of escape.
Down another faceless street, another turn, another dead end, another disappointment. Try as I might I can’t seem to outrun the music, the melodious tones slipping through tightly clasped fingers, intoxicating my mind. Slowly, inevitably, the music slows my pace and I know he knows. His hands clasp tighter, trying to give me that extra moment of clarity to run just a bit further. We both know it’s too late. It’s useless to run anymore. There’s nothing we can do - nothing I can do.
Stopping in the middle of a street, I almost fall over from the sudden extra weight of my friend lunging into my back. He’s shouting something but I can’t hear him anymore. He drops down, and I fall to my knees. He holds my face in his hands, big tears falling from his eyes as he urges me to keep going. I see his lips move but all I hear is the music, that pervading melody. He continues to plead and urge me to keep going yet his face contorts in fear and despair.
I slowly manage to move my hands, holding his in mine. The music is so loud now! "Go. There’s nothing more you can do." I see his lips move again; voiceless words. "You’ll only get us both caught. You’ve done enough, go, please..." I only pray that he can hear me, unsure if I’m speaking or merely thinking the words at this point. The music is all that there is now as the boy gives one last, long stare and then fades into the darkness; I think I hear sobs in the music.
The song is overpowering. I double over on the cold asphalt with one hand defending me from the ground and the other holding my side, trying not to lie down in surrender, almost vomiting from the fight. I can make out lights in the distance. They’ve found me, but I knew that already. I knew that as soon as I heard the music, staring into those big eyes. He’s safe and that’s good enough. I can barely think as the music continues to fog my mind.
Something blocks out the vehicle’s headlights. A person? A voice sounds out over the music, "Well, well, well. Out for a jog were we? And where might be your little friend?" My brain jolts alert with electricity - that voice! Him!
I barely manage to stand upright, trying to face him. I nearly collapse from the effort. My mind is alert but my body is still so very far away... the music is getting louder... Remember his eyes, focus on the eyes; you have to give him enough time to get away safely. I’m holding onto reality with my fingertips.
I fight another wave of nausea as I stand to face the man who is the cause of all this pain. I don’t know how much longer I can keep control of my body. My grasp on reality is so weak. He chuckles, sending shivers down my spine. "My, my, we’re much more resilient tonight aren’t we?" he laughs. I force down another wave of bile. My head spins with the alluring music. "I hate you," slurred words spit out. He laughs again, moving to my right. Where is he going? Don’t lose him! I tell my body to follow and I try to stumble as little as possible as I keep his gaze, turning in a semicircle, eyelids drooping heavily despite my effort. Standing in my shadow, it’s so hard to see... Better to feel... - No! Fight it! I snap my head back up to see him inches from my face. I jump back, losing my balance, falling against the hood of the car.
"You are so strong," he says in a whisper, his face filling my view, chest pressing against me. Our fingers interlace. I can smell him; he smells sweet. He leans closer, his breath tickling my ear; "But so weak."
The waves of music crash against my mind harder this time and I can’t fight it much longer. "Give in to the music. You know you want to, so desperately," he whispers into my ear again, squeezing my hands, pressing against me harder. I breathe out but can’t form the words in my mind, soon swept away by the music. Slipping into complete surrender to it my mind and body go limp, lost in another reality, a beautiful one.
A sick smile spreads across the man’s face as he hears me sigh in release to the music. He looks into my eyes, the half-closed eyes of a dreamer in another world. His smile spreads. His body tingles with excitement. He moves his hands under me and moves me off of the vehicle, completely useless to stop anything. I twitch slightly as he brushes a stray strand of hair from my face, still staring into those half-closed eyes.
Carrying me in his arms like a sacrifice to some god he sets me down in the back of a makeshift van, more similar to a bank vehicle, the walls thick steel and without windows. I quickly become the guest of no less than six armed men as he gently lays me into a steel chair bolted to the floor. Blank expressions are on the men’s faces as they stare at my motionless body.
"Remember; watch her, restrain her, stop her if necessary, but touch her -" the man’s eyes are steely blades, cutting into each man present, "and you’ll lose more than your job." He turns to walk out. One hand on the big steel door he hesitates, turning around. "And don’t forget to turn the music off," he adds. The big steel door closes, the little room illuminated by a pale light embedded in the ceiling.
The smile returns to his face as he walks back to the passenger’s seat. He can still feel the electricity tingling through his body as he puts on his seatbelt, the ecstacy lingering in fading waves as the engine turns over and the driver starts to turn the car around.
"Should we look for the boy?" the driver says before pushing the gas pedal.
"He’ll come to us. Just wait." The driver punches the gas pedal and the vehicle shoots off into the cold night. "No one can stay away from you," the man says in a whisper to himself, his eyes far off; those of a dreamer.
The sound of rushing water fills my ears. The scent of new spring flowers fills my nostrils. I open my eyes to a fantasy scene, at the foot of a waterfall in a little secluded piece of paradise, hidden from the pollution and corruption of the real world.
The sun beats down on the scene, forcing me to cover my eyes as I try to take in this breathtaking view. A bird chirps somewhere in the distance.
I could stay here forever. Where is here? "It doesn’t matter," I say to myself aloud, propping myself up on one elbow to better look around. Everything is so vibrant and lively! Such pure, unadulterated beauty, staring at the crystal blue water as it pours into the small pool, the sun playing with the cascades in a tantalizing manner. I twitch my nose as a petal rests on it.
The pool calls to me. Slowly I take my time getting up to walk to the pool though somewhere I feel an urgency to reach its smooth surface, only disturbed by the softly gurgling cataract. The grass feels soothing under my bare feet, comforting somehow. At the water’s edge I get a shock of fear and anticipation. Why do I feel like this? Tentatively I kneel down and peer over the water’s edge, seeing a reflection in the glass-smooth water.
That’s me? My face twists in puzzlement as I stare down at what I see in the water. Two long, slender hands reach up and touch rosy cheeks. Those are my hands, my cheeks. Slowly, the hands move up to feel long pointed ears. Those are my ears. My ears are special. My hands move around to large golden eyes. They don’t look special. "Does anyone else have golden eyes?" I ask the reflection. She gives a shrug in reply. I’m much too fascinated with myself to notice that I remain still. After a few moments of deep contemplation I hear, Your eyes are special, very special. I giggle in embarrassment. I continue my inspection as the hands move together and down, fingers tickling a long pointed nose. I sneeze and the reflection dissipates. "Don’t go!" I shout, hand jutting into the water to try to retrieve the fickle image. But it’s gone, the water’s disturbed and the picture is gone.
Sitting down by the water’s edge I cross my legs and fold my arms, giving a grunt in annoyance, looking quite comical. "I didn’t even get a good look," I sulkily mutter to no one in particular. Do I really look like that? The thought pops into my head. Why do I look so different from everyone else? Is something wrong with me? My mind wanders to similar questions, forgetting the masterpiece at my fingertips.
Deep in contemplation, pondering the reason for my existence, something brushes against my cheek. I snap out of my daydreams, spinning my head around to try to see what or who disturbed me. Nothing’s here, just nature, and the few petals flittering about amongst the sunbeams and shadows. "Now... what was I thinking about?" I ask myself, my finger on my chin. "Oh yes!" I exclaim in joy, then go back to intensely thinking about the meaning of life, mine in specific.
Something brushes against my neck. I twitch, more this time. A puzzled look comes over my face as I once again discover, to my annoyance, that I was disturbed by, well, nothing. "Think, think, think. Why are you here Selena?" I ask as a renewed desire to concentrate floods my mind once again. Why are you here? "I don’t know. That’s what I’ve been trying to figure out this whole time," I answer myself aloud. Why are you here? My mind persists. "Boy, you’re not
going to stop ’til I figure it out are you?" I ask myself, yet again. Why are you here? My mind merely echoes once more. After a minute of strained thought I grunt loudly in frustration and fold my arms once more. "I don’t know!" I shout turning around to stare at the waterfall, bottom lip jutting out in a pout.
The waterfall; the water is so clear. Something brushes against my neck again, more noticeably this time. I know I’m getting closer. The light plays tricks on the streams of flowing water, changing the colours before my eye can register them all. Why are you here?
The water isn’t normal. I focus harder on the changing colours and images, I know I’m getting closer now, and the answer is in the water. The nothing continues to brush against my neck. I’m holding my hand against my neck to try to stop it, head tilted to the left, but it does nothing to stop the irritating sensation.
"I can see men in the waterfall." Standing right in front of the cascading water, hovering inches above the rippling pool below I squint, trying to make out the watery figures. The men are so close now, I feel like I can touch them. I reach out a hand into the waterfall; it’s not wet, but it’s cold. Why are you here?
After a moment’s pause, hand in the waterfall, still dry, I say to myself; "I’m not," and plunge into the waterfall, falling into a hard steel chair, a dim light illuminating six or so men. They’re all wearing masks, some helmets as well so I don’t know if they’re looking at me or not. My eyes are almost closed and I keep them that way, I don’t know where I am or why but I have a very uneasy feeling regarding my situation. The faint sound of music fades away. Something brushes against my neck. In a jerk reaction I snap my head to the left. I feel something. You’re special, my mind whispers; he’s not. He’s not to touch you.
The fingers slowly move. With my tilted view a pair of large ski goggles fills my vision, a faint stubble growing on the chin below. The bottom lip is bit in concentration as the man focuses on removing his fingers without further disturbing me. He shudders slightly as if he received a small shock of electricity and his lips part slightly, ends turned upward in a faint grin. You did that, my mind replies to the questions buzzing around in my skull.
His hand moves toward my face. Do not be touched. "Well how do I do that?" I yell in my head. "There’s not exactly any way I can stop him." By this time I have become all too aware of the numerous straps restraining me, digging into my flesh. Do not be touched my mind repeats. "Yeah, some help you are..." If my eyes were opened more the men would have seen me rolling them. As it is, my predicament seems pretty hopeless.
He strokes my cheek and a quiet groan escapes his lips; a spasm of pain flows through my body. "Stop it!" I scream, jolting up straight, tensing my muscles, throwing daggers with my stare. He falls back to the floor in shock. Use it. "I don’t have time to think about random thoughts that make no sense," I fire back in my mind.
I’m fueled by the heat of my anger, adrenaline pumping through my veins. "Stop it, stop it, stop it!" I continue to yell at the man who only moans louder, now curled in the fetal position with his head between his legs. He’s ripped off the goggles and helmet, hands ringing through matted hair. I can still feel where his fingers touched me, burning into my flesh, contaminating me, spreading their burning virus. "STOP IT!!" I shriek, writhing in my steel chair, fighting against the restraints for all I’m worth. The man rises up on his knees, hands digging into the sides of his face. He lets out a single cry before he abruptly falls to the ground, unconscious. A thin line of blood trickles onto the steel floor from his nose, collecting in a pool as the other men try to take in this sudden turn of events. I draw deep breaths, trying to recover from my sudden outburst. The pain in my flesh subsides, leaving my mind free to frantically try to make sense of what just happened.
"What do we-?" One faceless man says to the others before a voice booms out through walkie-talkies on the belts of all present, interrupting his question.
"Don’t touch her! Don’ttouchheranddon’ttouchwhoeverjusttouchedher!" He barks in a sentence of rapid-fire jumbled words.
"Wh-what do, we do?" The questioning man stammers, staring down at his fallen partner through dark ski goggles. His hand trembles slightly pushing down the ‘talk’ button, sweat drips down into his shirt. I look around, noticing that most of the men seem to be experiencing the same symptoms. "What did I do?" I ponder, turning my head from side to side.
"Use what I gave you until she’s knocked out," the walkie-talkie sputters, then clicks out. The men simultaneously retrieve little black guns from holsters and point them at my prone body - all of them.
"I’m going to die," I whisper to myself, much more calmly than expected.
They fire.
Spasms of pain course throughout my body, electricity tensing my muscles, throwing my body into shock. I writhe and jerk in my chair, spastically shaking from the unrelenting waves of pain that assail my frame. Somehow, weaving in between the surplus signals of ‘pain!’another message shouts out in my brain; Right! Right! "This is right?!" I scream back to the voice in my head in indignation. Right! Right! It simply repeats. Another thought wriggles through, quickly being engulfed by the screams of pain my body is sending me. I jerk my eyes to the right for a second to see a man electrocuting me like all the others with his little taser gun but for some reason I feel like he’s not shocking me. I then immediately black out after that little hunch, eyes rolling into the back of my head. I hope that I’m able to remember that fact when I regain consciousness. It seems... significant somehow.
"Aaaahh!" I scream, bolting upright, tensing my muscles as I feel a sudden jolt of pain course through my body in psychosomatic torture. Memories spark in my mind as the events in the vehicle come flooding back in addition to my mind telling me the pain has stopped, for now.
I clear my head to look at my surroundings. Shoved into a little corner all I see is white; white walls, white floor, white door, white light, white, white, white. I feel a small sting of pain in my brain from the overpowering brightness. I notice there are yet no more windows in this mystery room, with yet again no idea of where I am and why I’m here. You have to get out. "Well duh!" I say aloud to myself.
The door’s my best be; I need to find a crack, a hole, something that will get me out of this place. My pants crackle slightly as I reach the large pale door. You’re not wearing pants, you’re wearing shorts a small thought retorts in the back of my head. "No, I’m not. I’m wearing shorts," I say absently as my fingers trace a side of the padded wall, looking for anything that would release me, even a little nick to grip to prove the door really is here. At the bottom I can prove the door really exists, feeling a slight indent in the soft floor underneath the door’s frame, but that’s it; no hidden key, no way out.
I let out a yell of frustration, sitting back against the door, hands resting on my knees, morosely observing my surroundings again, half-searching for another way out that I missed at first.
What is that?! My mind screams as I see two pangs of white resting under my hands. I only now realize what had changed about me, now donning bleach-white slacks and long-sleeved shirt to match my sterile bland world. I shiver in disgust, realizing someone must have touched me to do this, phantom fingers assailing my body as I imagine. I jump up and start brushing off the phantom fingers, trying to remove the uncomfortable feeling. After I’m able to get a hold of my imagination and the sensation fades away my mind is occupied with rage, at the person responsible for this mess. My eyes flash red.
"You locked me up once before. But to try to cage me again?!" I whisper under my breath, venom dripping from my words. A bellowing cry bursts from my lips, filling the room with my anger.
"What?? - What happened?!" The little man smacks the screen in annoyance, mumbling expletives under his breath. He rapidly punches keys on the keyboard to try to resuscitate the lost image but it only sputters and maintains its snowy picture. "Stupid machine!" He yells, smacking the screen again. "They’re all out!" he cries in exasperation. "This shouldn’t be happening! There isn’t anything technically wrong with them!" Staring at the snowy monitors in desperation he continues tapping keys periodically in momentary defeat. The monitors flare white and then black out. A quiet moan escapes his lips as he hits his head against the keyboard in frustration.
"She took them out," a voice says from behind, overseeing the operation. Sitting in a leather chair the man leans back, head tilted upwards, a smile playing on his face in amusement. "You’re still so temperamental," he chuckles to himself.
The little man looks at his superior quizzically then bends back over his work, determined to get the feed back on the screens.
"I’m going for a walk, keep working." The leather squeaks as the man stands up, leaving the other alone with the stubborn machines. His emerald eyes glint in the moonlight as he walks down the empty hallway, the sound of his shoes echoing off the marble walls. Pausing by an open column, he stops to stare at the waning moon. "I will have you yet," he says to the wind, eyes staring towards private memories, aspirations, desires.
Eyes flick to the left, back to reality, sensing an intruding presence. He turns his head to see a faceless minion walking across the hallway, hurrying under the man’s intimidating gaze.
Ringing his hands through his auburn hair in frustration he grunts then continues walking down the hall, towards the court. Tonight is going to be a long night and there’s no way the computers are going to be fixed anytime soon. He might as well enjoy the moonlight and his recovered prize in solitude. "Tonight you are mine once more; mine alone." The thought brings a twisted smile, marring his striking face.
The thick wooden door slams shut as he exits, echoing down the deserted hallway, silencing reverberating footsteps.
"I’m going to go mad in here. I’m going to go mad and then I’m going to die," I whisper to the ground, head hung between my legs. With my tantrum over and the anger temporarily drained from my body I’m left to ponder what will become of me, and to slowly let despair creep into my mind like a fatal virus.
"Maybe it won’t feel so bad dying if I’m already insane. Maybe I won’t care then... Or maybe I’ll die before I go mad." I stifle a sob and try to remain strong. The only way I’m going to get out of here is if I keep strong, if I break down then I’ve lost, and that means he’s won.
My eyes flash red once more as a memory floods my mind’s eye.
"He looks so caring," I mumble, recollecting that toothy grin, green eyes smiling in the bright sun. He sits on the grass, laughing in mirth as I lay in the water, having stated only moments before there was no chance of that happening while balancing on a log in the middle of a glistening pond.
"Oh quit it!" I yell, pouting all the more at his laughter, which only increases at my display. He’s wiping tears from his eyes as his emotions bubble over, holding his side as he props himself up on his elbow.
He gasps in shock as a wave of cold water douses him, chuckles quickly ended. I fake an innocent look, desperately trying to stop the smirk from crawling up my lips. It’s obvious he doesn’t buy it one bit and I know it, though it doesn’t prevent me from playing it up regardless.
"What? It was a fish," I stammer before he has time to do anything. My fingers creep up to my lips, trying horribly to keep the corners of my mouth from turning up in a smirk.
"Really? A fish, huh?" He says; an all too knowing look on his face makes my blood quicken as he toys with me.
"Uh-huh," I spit out between my fingers, desperately fighting against my unruly lips. There’s no doubt my face has turned a deep shade of crimson by now but there’s nothing I can do about that.
"You sure about that, are you?" His eyes gleam in the light, cutting through my horrible facade.
I can only nod my head as I cover my mouth with both hands, trying to fake a coughing fit as laughter breaks through in bursts.
"Well why don’t you - show me it?!" The end of his sentence gets louder as he leaps into the water, chasing after me to the sound of my surprised yelp.
Turning around I let out a squeal to see his looming figure right behind me; the adrenaline pumping through my veins gives me an extra spurt of energy to continue the chase through the deepening water. I couldn’t help but have my amusement show through despite my fear.
"Are you laughing at me now, huh? I’ll give you something to laugh about!" He yells, a dangerous glint in his eyes, a large grin pasted on his face as he closes in on his target.
I let out a yip as his hand grabs hold of mine, giggling briefly in anxiousness, squirming in the water and luckily wriggling free before I’m trapped by a tighter grip.
"You’re mine now," he says amidst chuckles, getting closer again.
"Gotta’ catch me first slowpoke!" I shout, diving under the waist-high water.
I yelp underwater as his hand curls around my ankle in a vice-like grip.
"Leggo’! Leggo’!" I shout, flailing in the water, trying to free myself before I feel the second hand and an end to the chase.
"Slowpoke? You think I’m a slowpoke?" he asks in a playful tone, securely holding onto my ankle despite my best efforts.
"Yeah, that’s right!" I shout, splashing wave after wave in an attempt to free myself. He just laughs in amusement, getting me more annoyed with each laugh.
"I don’t think that’s what you really think." There’s a hint of something dangerous in his tone, reflected tenfold in his eyes and smile. My efforts of escape lessen slightly as intrigue pulls at my mind. "Oh yeah, and what do I really think then?" My words drip with defiance.
"You think I’m the fastest, bestest guy there is." A burst of laughter spits out at how matter-of-fact he says it all. "That’s right, and you’re gonna’ say it too." There’s an odd glint in his eyes and I know somehow I have to get out of his grip - now.
"I told you I was going to give you something to laugh about," he says, turning around with my foot securely under his arm, his head turned to still look at me. My eyes go wide with realization, adrenaline pumping renewed as I try desperately to escape before I know I’ll lose all control. A shock of electricity jolts up my leg, an overwhelming tingling sensation that tenses the muscles in my body as fingers tickle the sole of my foot.
My mind goes mad, my body goes crazy. I squirm and writhe and flail with all my might, trying to get out of that vice-grip. "No, no, no, no! No! No! Stop! Stop!" I ramble on, pleading with him to stop as my body contorts in the water, trying hopelessly to swim away. That murderous glint in his eyes only brightens, laughing at me as I try feebly to escape in addition to trying not to laugh at the same time. I can’t seem to do either. He laughs louder at my continued pleas for mercy amidst giggle fits.
"If I can’t swim away maybe it’s better if I use his frame against him," my mind frantically shouts, one of the few coherent thoughts that manage to shout out amidst the overpowering feelings. In one quick moment I turn around and try to yank my leg out, pushing against his back and arm in my last plan. Close contact is the last thing I want right now.
There’s a moment of liberty and victory, my foot miraculously coming out of the grip leaving me free once more to run away from this crazy madman.
No sooner does my mind start to clear and focus on a better escape plan than a powerful arm wraps around my mid-section and pulls me towards him, and his other free hand.
Easily lifting me out of the water he carries me, kicking and screaming, poking at my sides intermittently, laughing as I immediately tense and curl into a ball each time he does.
Heading towards dry ground I squirm even more, I’m done once water’s out of the picture; I’m done now I tell myself. Still my stubbornness won’t let me give in and I keep kicking and squirming. "Let go of me!" I shout again and again, beating his arms whenever my muscles are loose enough to let me do so.
In one moment we’ve moved from water to dry land, quickly walking away from my only hope of freedom. No! My mind screams, turning around in his grip, trying to climb up his front towards the water.
"Oh you’re not going back there," he says, tickling my sides until I’m forced to concentrate solely on not laughing. I give a defiant look up at his face, his goofy smile still pasted on. He’s enjoying this all too much.
I look up at him and make a gross face, trying to squirm out again after the last attack. "That’s not very nice. I think you owe me extra now," he says, his smile getting all the wider when he sees my mouth agape in disbelief. He mimics my face in mockery, then returns to that horrible smile. I’m so dead now; crap.
As soon as fingers touch the soft blades of grass I start tearing the grass like an animal pel-mell. With my mid-section now completely unprotected he has exactly what he wants.
I stifle a scream, doubling over from the sensation, his fingers sending my body out of control. I’d scream but if I open my mouth I know the laughter will only spill out and that stupid smile will only grow bigger with a small victory, the tickling will worsen as he sees the end nearing.
My eyes bulging from the feeling, my lips white from biting down on them so hard blood is sure to come soon, I fear my will won’t be able to overpower my body’s wishes. My frame already racks with silent laughter, my eyes tearing from this horribly unique sensation. There’s not much more I can take.
The overwhelming sensation ceases. Gasping for air I wipe the tears out of my eyes and momentarily hold my sides, looking up into those obscured bright eyes, falling hair blocking my view. He brushes back the unruly strands, letting me see that stupid smirk and those penetrating eyes better. He’s now in a quite superior position since land was introduced, sitting on my legs: free hand suddenly jutting out to pin one of mine tightly to the ground. Not much hope of escape right now; oh how I missed the freedom I had in the water... This can only mean one of two things; an ultimatum or an ultimatum because he’s tired and wants to win before it’s too late. There’s no real chance he’s tired, having experienced this torture many times until I caved, every time, and this is no where near to breaking a time record for these occurrences.
"So, are you ready to say I’m the bestest guy there is and that I’m better than you in every possible way?"
"Every way?!" I shout in protest. "When did that come in?!" My mouth hangs open in shock and disbelief once more.
Mocking my expression yet again, then mocking my pouting in response, he snidely replies, "Because I said so and you owe me extra -"
"- I don’t owe you squat," I mumble under my breath. I gasp, trying to fight back unexpected giggles as he tickles my sides. "What did you say?" His smirk grows wider as he watches me fight uselessly, squealing every now and then.
"I said I don’t owe you squat!" I yell, failing to close my mouth after as laughter escapes my lips, flooding his ears with joy and promises of victory.
His eyes flash bright in triumph. "That’s what I thought you said," and returns to torturing me once more. There’s no point in trying to hold it in any longer, he’s already heard victory float through his ears, so I stop trying to quell the laughter, noise exploding onto the previously quiet scene. The pleas for mercy start up again amongst the fits of laughter and gasps for air. His eyes just grow more hungry as he sees victory. There’s no way to stop the insane tickling.
"There’s one way to stop it" my mind shouts. I can’t give up! I barely manage to fire back. Give up, give up! Give up! My body screams in my head.
He hits the sweet spot and my body’s screams overpower anything my feeble mind comes up with.
I hate you SO much!
My back arches and I spew out, " Alrightalright, Igiveigive! You’re the best, you’re the best, I don’t care, just stop! STOP! STOP! STOP!" I’m able to half-gasp before the laughter overpowers my speech once more.
He cocks his head to one side, a murderous glint in his eyes. "What was that? Beg your pardon?" The tickling lessens. It’s still unbearable.
Oh, I want to hurt you SO BAD!! "Shut up!" my body tells my brain. There’s a time for stubbornness but right now I have to give so my ribs won’t break.
"You’re the best, you’re the best, just STOP!" I scream, squirming under his frame.
"At what?" His smirk is set at full amusement level now, just waiting for me to pamper his ego. My brain kicks in again and I snap my mouth shut. He quickly fixes that by a little ‘persuasion’. If he just didn’t know about my sensitive spot I’d have probably won many of these competitions. Why does he have to know?! STUPID, STUPID, STUPID!!
"What am I best at?" He laughs, watching me squirm. This is exactly what he hoped for. The jolts of electricity are almost overwhelming, the pleasure clouding his head and senses as he stares, fixated on my contorting face.
NO! Don’t give up! I desperately take up the fight again, feebly fencing off against a superior opponent with intimate knowledge of my weaknesses, and exploiting them for all he’s worth.
My face contorts with intense effort as I try to fight, using every ounce of strength I have in reserve, trying to shove his hands away and push myself up and out of his grasp.
"Awww, what’s that? Is that... you trying to fight?" The condescending tone flares my anger, my mind’s a jumbled mess already without that.
He pins my hands down above my head with one hand, his face now looming over mine. My eyes bulge then tightly shut as I squirm for all I’m worth, a moan underlying my screams and squeals. I’m about to go insane if he doesn’t stop soon.
"Is that? -" his expression is maddening, though my eyes are luckily focusing on other things for the most part. "Is - is that - Is that your sensitive spot?" His eyes flare with a scary intensity as he hears me groaning in protest, head jerking from side to side.
"Oh, I’m sorry. That’s not your weak spot? Then this wouldn’t really bother you." My mouth parts opens in a silent scream and my toes curl as the feeling intensifies. My ribs are either going to break or I’m going to pass out from the lack of oxygen.
"He won’t stop - SPILL YOUR GUTS!!" My body screams in my head, the only thought that’s able to penetrate this feeling. Somehow I manage to take a deep breath, then spill my guts in rapid-fire words. "You’rethebestateverything, just STOP!! Pleeee-eeee-eeee-eease!"
"Soon." I open my eyes to stare into those shining emeralds just begging murder.
"No!" I scream, my voice going abnormally high.
"Fine with me if you want to be all wussy about it." He’s trying to keep the battle of wills contesting but my body’s taken control and it’s not in the mood for anymore of his games. I don’t bite and after a few more agonizingly long moments he stops and releases his death grip on me, rolling off to the side. I immediately roll away, holding onto my aching sides while huddled in the fetal position, drawing in quick shallow breaths, waiting for my heart to stop pounding and my ribs and stomach to stop aching. The tingling sensation on my stomach’s still unbearable, forcing me to giggle softly as it fades away torturously slow.
I’m turned away from him, not wanting to see that stupid superior smirk pasted on his face, caring only about myself right now. While I’m fighting the battle to get my body back in control he’s having a similar fight.
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