Title: Not the Demonic Kind...
Author: Jessamyn
Rating: R for dark content and language
Summary: Sometimes the things that go bump in the night aren't the demonic kind.
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The sharp blades of grass sting as they cut but I don't care. I hafta get up. Hafta get away from them. Why are they doing this? We were just playing... and then... and then...
"Lemme go!" I roar at them, a fierce lion roar that had alway impressed them before. When I used to be one of the guys. When I used to be as flat and narrow as they were. But now the hands just dig in deeper, holding me pinned to the ground, and another reaches up to clap over my mouth hard. I can barely move with all of them on me.
"Hold her still," Jake says, leader of our -- their -- group and the toughest of them all. I hear Tommy and Pete in the background jockeying for a position behind him to get the best view of the 'entertainment' like they always did. Only this time the entertainment wasn't dissected frogs or burning ants. It was me.
The bump on the back of my head throbbed from when I'd fallen as the tears raced down to my temples. I should've just showed 'em when they asked but I'd thought it was a joke. An excuse to start a rough and tumble wrestling match, same as if they'd socked me in the arm.
Danny, who I'd always thought was the nicest, said close to my ear, "Come on. Just let us see, Faith. Just stop it and we won't hafta hurt you, kay? We just wanna see."
That soft voice took something out of me that even Jake hadn't been able to take: my will to fight this. I'd have trusted Danny with my life. And I guess I was now 'cause I stopped moving. They'd just take a look and then I could get up and go home, right?
Right?
No....What are you doing? Stop it...
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"GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF OF ME!" Faith yelled, earning her a loud thump from the room next to hers. Quickly getting up from the bed she started to pace the adrenaline from her system before she had a heart attack or something.
'Could Slayers even have heart attacks?' she wondered.
Cursing sharply she went to put on some clothes. It wasn't like she was going to get back to sleep tonight.
Time to give those demons some exercise.
Author: Jessamyn
Rating: R for dark content and language
Summary: Sometimes the things that go bump in the night aren't the demonic kind.
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The sharp blades of grass sting as they cut but I don't care. I hafta get up. Hafta get away from them. Why are they doing this? We were just playing... and then... and then...
"Lemme go!" I roar at them, a fierce lion roar that had alway impressed them before. When I used to be one of the guys. When I used to be as flat and narrow as they were. But now the hands just dig in deeper, holding me pinned to the ground, and another reaches up to clap over my mouth hard. I can barely move with all of them on me.
"Hold her still," Jake says, leader of our -- their -- group and the toughest of them all. I hear Tommy and Pete in the background jockeying for a position behind him to get the best view of the 'entertainment' like they always did. Only this time the entertainment wasn't dissected frogs or burning ants. It was me.
The bump on the back of my head throbbed from when I'd fallen as the tears raced down to my temples. I should've just showed 'em when they asked but I'd thought it was a joke. An excuse to start a rough and tumble wrestling match, same as if they'd socked me in the arm.
Danny, who I'd always thought was the nicest, said close to my ear, "Come on. Just let us see, Faith. Just stop it and we won't hafta hurt you, kay? We just wanna see."
That soft voice took something out of me that even Jake hadn't been able to take: my will to fight this. I'd have trusted Danny with my life. And I guess I was now 'cause I stopped moving. They'd just take a look and then I could get up and go home, right?
Right?
No....What are you doing? Stop it...
***
"GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF OF ME!" Faith yelled, earning her a loud thump from the room next to hers. Quickly getting up from the bed she started to pace the adrenaline from her system before she had a heart attack or something.
'Could Slayers even have heart attacks?' she wondered.
Cursing sharply she went to put on some clothes. It wasn't like she was going to get back to sleep tonight.
Time to give those demons some exercise.