I apologize in advance to anyone who was already reading this story. I just felt after such a long hiatus that I should re-write it into what I saw as a better storyline.
Name: Lane Fields
Appearance: Medium brown skin; Medium length, black hair; Pearl Grey eyes; 5'1", Normal build.
Age: 16
Lane was walking home from the park like she did every so often. It was summer vacation and there wasn't much to do since most of her friends had left with their families either out of state or out of the country. She was enjoying watching the squirrels and birds moving in the trees, and watching the wind blow kites of children playing nearby, making them go higher and higher. She wasn't paying attention to what was in front of her and eventually bumped into some solid losing her balance out of surprise.
"It's a good thing I'm wearing shorts." Lane said, before picking herself off the ground and dusting the seat of her pants off with both hands.
When Lane had finally looked at what she bumped into her heart skipped a beat. She had run into Jason, and two of his lackeys. Jason was the neighborhood thug and was always up to no good. No matter who you were he was always trying to pick fights and bother people. He had nothing better to do with his time and liked to show his ass to people, so to speak. A complete, Grade A, douchebag.
Jason was quite tall and built for his age; only about a year or so older than Lane, and her friends. He was an impressive height of 6'4", his biceps were the same size, if not bigger, than Lane's thighs, his stomach was nothing but muscle; Lane had actually hurt herself by trying to punch Jason in the stomach once, he was being rude to her friend and Lane wasn't the type to stand by and let someone get away with hurting her friends. He was attractive in a 'Bad Boy' kind of way; he had black, short hair that he spiked with gel almost every day, both of his ears were gauged; black ones with white brass knuckle drawings on them, his left eyebrow was pierced with a black rod, each end having cylindrical spike. Lane and her friends would sometimes joke about how if Jason were to get hit by a Semi-truck that the Semi would take the most damage.
"What's up little girl? Are you lost? Did that fall hurt?" Jason said in the most mocking of ways.
"…No. I'm fine, sorry." Lane said, trying to avoid eye contact with Jason, hoping he would just let her pass.
She tried to walk past Jason and his lackeys but they just got in her way.
"Now where are you off to in such a hurry?" He said, getting in front of her.
"I have to get home and clean. I've been putting it off for too long and my mom will be pissed if she comes home and sees the mess is still there." She said, trying to go around Jason.
Jason got in front of Lane every time she tried to find a way around him, the fact that his two other friends were doing the same didn't help much either.
"I'm sure cleaning can wait. Come hang out with us for a while." He said.
Jason snapped his fingers and his two lackeys got on either side of Lane before picking her up by her arms. Jason had made his lackeys carry Lane to an abandoned building about two blocks away from where they had been in the first place. Several people saw her being carried away but didn't want to get involved. Everyone knew that Jason could be cruel at times but they knew that he would never intentionally put someone in life threatening danger, so they would leave him be hoping not to catch his attention.
"They say this building is haunted and whoever is left in here after a certain amount of time will start to hear and see the ghosts that inhabit the place. They say they aren't too welcoming to strangers either. Same say that people have gone in and haven't come out." Jason said, a predator like smile and his smug face. "Drop her here." He motioned to a pair of some old, creaky stairs in the building.
Lane was dropped on her butt for the second time that day, this time more roughly than earlier though. She glared hatefully at Jason and his idiot subordinates.
"Now, don't you have too much fun without us, honey bunches." Jason said mockingly. He locked the doors behind him making it so that Lane couldn't get out. "We will come back and check on you in a few hours, if you're still here when we get back I promise to never mess with you again. If you're gone by the time we get back and we never see you again, then we'll miss you whole heartedly." he called to Lane from the other side of the door.
Jason's lackeys laughed like what they were doing was actually funny, like it was the best joke in the world and they owned it.
Lane hated places like this. They made her feel nervous and paranoid, like what was said about the place may have been true at one point or another. Fortunately, the fact that it was still daytime, and she could hear cars passing by, and people talking not too far away made her feel that if anything were to actually go wrong she would be able to yell for help.
"That boy is such an asshole!" Lane said, frustrated at the fact that she ended up being Jason's victim for the day. "I really hope someone kicks that boy in the dick soon!" She was fuming.
Lane wandered around the building, doing her best to not step on anything that looked weak enough to collapse under her weight. A few hours had gone by before she had heard the doors open again and Jason yell for her. She had kept herself entertained by texting her friends about her situation, looking at videos on her phone, and exploring the building when she decided she got bored using her phone.
"Hey runt, we're back!" Jason said.
Lane was about to call back to him but she decided to have a little fun first. She would teach them to mess with her out of idiotic boredom. She moved around as quietly as possible up to the second floor and waited for Jason and his zombie followers to get near there.
"Maybe she left." one of Jason's friends said.
"If that was the case one of the windows would have been smashed, or the doors would have been forced open. Plus, no said they saw anyone leave the building." Jason said.
Lane waited until she was sure they were all close enough to the corner of the stair to scare them. She had taken a tarp and attached empty paint cans to them; she tied the other end to the ceiling and waited for the right moment to let them go. She threw the cans down and let out an unearthly shriek to make them paranoid themselves about their absurd story. Jason's lackeys could be heard yelling and running away before anything could really be figured out.
"Get back here you idiots! Can't you see it's fake!?" Jason yelled at his hastily retreating friends.
His lackeys kept running though causing Lane to start laughing as she came out from her hiding spot.
"Wow. Those two are definitely the most reliable guys I've ever seen." She said sarcastically. "See, I stayed here the whole time and I survived being stolen away to the "other side" which means you have to stop bothering Me." Her tone was serious.
"Oh, come on. Messing with you is way too fun. I could never truly leave you alone." He said, smirking while raising his left eyebrow and piercing.
"Spoken like a true Bag of Douche." She said while glaring at Jason in disgust.
Jason picked Lane up by her arms and held her up against the wall behind her.
"Watch your mouth. You're in no position to talk to me like you won't catch a slap." He said, glaring straight into Lane's eyes.
Lane used her legs to try and push Jason away but it was like he was a wall himself. He unpinned her from the wall and held her in place.
"I admire you trying to fight back but it's pointless." He said while taking her chin in his hand.
Lane squirmed about as much as she could against Jason's grasp.
"I hate when people touch my face!" She yelled.
"Oh please, you like it." He said while sneering at her.
"Oh, please! You're so full of yourself for no reason!" She said, hating the close proximity and his unnecessary arrogance.
"No, you do. I've seen you watching me day in and day out. Checking me out as I walk by." He said, moving his face closer to hers.
Lane moved her hand to mush Jason out of her face; it only lasted a few seconds before her grabbed her hand before also grabbing her other one to make sure she didn't try it again.
"It's okay to be curious. I'm curious sometimes too." He said, before making the space between their mouths nonexistent.
She was surprised and wasn't quite sure on how to react. There was a lot of flailing on her end and a lot of restraining from his end before he moved away from frustration.
"Look, just relax." He said having gotten close to her ear. "I won't bite unless you ask me to." He said a smirk heard clearly in his voice.
She blushed at the situation; she started to feel him nibble on her neck before returning his lips to hers.
'I shouldn't let this happen. I need to fight against him. I shouldn't like this.' She thought, finding herself slowly wrapping her arms around Jason's neck before feeling herself being sat on the stairs with him beside her.
She let go of his neck before breaking their kiss. She was feeling guilty yet liberated for having had such an experience.
"I'm gonna' go." She said while getting up to leave.
"Hey, relax. We've barely done anything." He said, grabbing her arm to stop her.
"I said I have to go." She said, pulling her arm.
"And I said no!" He said, yanking her back forcefully.
"I said stop!" She yelled.
"There you are." came a voice among the struggle.
Jason and Lane looked in the direction the voice came from. They saw an old man with white hair that reached his waist. His hair was kept in two braids and reminded Lane somewhat of rabbit ears.
"The Queen has been looking for you." The old man said, moving over to Lane. Ah, "Have you really been here messing about while you were away?" He said, looking from Jason to Lane.
"Um…, what?" Lane said.
"Alright then." The old man said.
He dislodged Lane's arm from Jason's grasp and tossed him aside like he was nothing.
"Thanks." She said, getting closer the old man for safety.
The old man gave her his hand to hold and she accepted it.
"What, you wanna' go old man?" Jason said, getting back up and looking as though he was ready to actually fight the man.
"You really don't want to do this." The old man said, trying to persuade Jason into backing down before he got embarrassed.
"Really old man? You really think you can take me?" Jason said.
The fight was over before it even started. Jason was pretty much unconscious and Lane was being pulled along by the old man.
"Ladies first." The old man said once they got to an antique looking mirror.
"What?" Lane said.
"Oh come now, we haven't the time to mess around." The old man said.
Before Lane could ask him what he meant the old man pushed her into the mirror, and she could feel herself falling for what seemed like an eternity.