Subj: Fic: The Only Escape 1/?
Date: 11/29/99 3:02:25 PM Pacific Standard Time
From: PncsLeia20
To: roswellaftercurfew@onelist.com
CC: roswellsmut@onelist.com
Author: Miri PncsLeia20@aol.com
Tittle: The Only Escape
Distribution: Anywhere, as long as you let me know. And at Court's site: M&M files.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Not a damned thing!
Feedback: Sure!
Rating: You know me, always NC-17.
She heard the footsteps and wondered who in the world would be out this late, walking around. She herself had no idea what she was doing, at 4 o' clock in the morning, wandering aimlessly around Roswell, New Mexico. All she knew was that she could not sleep, and that stuffy little bedroom was closing in on her. So, she had climbed out her window and here she was.
The footsteps got louder, and faster. She was getting really scared. She picked up her pace, and started a light jog. She shifted her direction off the path of the sidewalk, and into the woods. Bad move, she could hear the person still following her, and now she was even further away from civilization. She broke out into a run, and prayed to god that she would make it to someone's house before her assailant caught up with her. She knew she was still being followed. Michael Guerin's trailer was the closest to her location, and she focused every ounce of concentration she cold muster to getting there. Although not her first choice for a protector, she knew Michael would be able to help her. She would reach there in about 5 minutes, if she wasn't caught first.
A clearing in the woods announced to her that Michael's was very close. She was almost to safety, when she made a big mistake. She glanced behind her to see who her stalker was, only a shadowy figure was visible, and the break in concentration caused her to trip on a branch. She fell hard, her head contacted with the ground and she saw double for a moment. All her hard work had been for nothing, she was caught. She felt strong arms around her waist, and she was lifted from the ground.
He bound her hands and feet with rope, and stuffed a rag in her mouth. She still couldn't see who was taking her, she was facing away from him as he carried her towards a van. On the way to the van, they passed very close to Michael's trailer. She opened her mouth to scream, in hopes that Michael would hear her and rescue her, but the rag in her mouth, tied down with tape, made it impossible for sound to come out. She struggled in the arm's of her abductor, but he was strong, and she was not. She was thrown into the back of the van, and the man covered her face with a hood. She could see nothing, but could feel when the van started to move. She knew she was in big trouble.
TBC... It is short, and I'm sure, somewhat confusing, but bear with me. It's my first non-PWP, and I like to build it slowly. I would really like some constructive feedback, if anyone has the time. Thanks.
Date: 11/29/99 3:02:25 PM Pacific Standard Time
From: PncsLeia20
To: roswellaftercurfew@onelist.com
CC: roswellsmut@onelist.com
Author: Miri PncsLeia20@aol.com
Tittle: The Only Escape
Distribution: Anywhere, as long as you let me know. And at Court's site: M&M files.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Not a damned thing!
Feedback: Sure!
Rating: You know me, always NC-17.
She heard the footsteps and wondered who in the world would be out this late, walking around. She herself had no idea what she was doing, at 4 o' clock in the morning, wandering aimlessly around Roswell, New Mexico. All she knew was that she could not sleep, and that stuffy little bedroom was closing in on her. So, she had climbed out her window and here she was.
The footsteps got louder, and faster. She was getting really scared. She picked up her pace, and started a light jog. She shifted her direction off the path of the sidewalk, and into the woods. Bad move, she could hear the person still following her, and now she was even further away from civilization. She broke out into a run, and prayed to god that she would make it to someone's house before her assailant caught up with her. She knew she was still being followed. Michael Guerin's trailer was the closest to her location, and she focused every ounce of concentration she cold muster to getting there. Although not her first choice for a protector, she knew Michael would be able to help her. She would reach there in about 5 minutes, if she wasn't caught first.
A clearing in the woods announced to her that Michael's was very close. She was almost to safety, when she made a big mistake. She glanced behind her to see who her stalker was, only a shadowy figure was visible, and the break in concentration caused her to trip on a branch. She fell hard, her head contacted with the ground and she saw double for a moment. All her hard work had been for nothing, she was caught. She felt strong arms around her waist, and she was lifted from the ground.
He bound her hands and feet with rope, and stuffed a rag in her mouth. She still couldn't see who was taking her, she was facing away from him as he carried her towards a van. On the way to the van, they passed very close to Michael's trailer. She opened her mouth to scream, in hopes that Michael would hear her and rescue her, but the rag in her mouth, tied down with tape, made it impossible for sound to come out. She struggled in the arm's of her abductor, but he was strong, and she was not. She was thrown into the back of the van, and the man covered her face with a hood. She could see nothing, but could feel when the van started to move. She knew she was in big trouble.
TBC... It is short, and I'm sure, somewhat confusing, but bear with me. It's my first non-PWP, and I like to build it slowly. I would really like some constructive feedback, if anyone has the time. Thanks.