Hey Y'all. This is a joint between me and Smilie-loz-x . WE OWN NOTHING (BUT I OWN HER) XD
~Missing~
There was a small, nondescript white van in the street. It could have belonged to anyone. Yet in this van, someone sat, watching as his prey as she entered her home. She was a redhead, approximately five foot seven inches, and was wearing her usual tight tank top and black slacks. She sashayed up to the door, and unlocked it with the gracefulness of a ballet dancer. She truly was the most elegant creature the onlooker had ever seen. It was the elegant prey that had once been his faithful companion thirty years ago, the exact anniversary of their parting. High school never ends, some say. High school had never ended in the onlooker's mind. His head was forever filled with images and memories of the pair's forays into the vicious society that was high school.
Kicking off her shoes, the woman sat herself down on the beige leather sofa, resting her feet upon the wooden coffee table. Watching through the window, he was starstruck, captivated by her beauty; he watched in awe as she tossed back her hair, interlacing his fingers as he comtemplated his course of action. They would soon be together again. He glanced to the photo of a young adolescent on his dashboard. The same alluring locks of hair, the same high cheekbones that accentuated her face, flaunting her true radiance; the same woman, thirty years ago.
He swallowed as he climbed out of the van, leaving it unlocked for his return. He turned his head to look both ways down the street. Not a single being in sight, nobody was protruding the darkness and the silence of the night but him. As he knocked on her front door, he felt his heart pounding in his chest, all the more so as the door opened, his prey standing before him, who greeted him with a simple "Can I help you?"
To the ground she fell, with great force as she felt two hands collide with her chest; his hands. The hands she had once taken and led on wonderful adventures. As she rose, she tried to reach for the gun that lay on the coffee table. However, she was stopped by a sharp, brutal kick to her stomach, sending her on all fours. She flinched as a slimy substance landed on her arm - his saliva. As he pulled her up, he took hold of the gun, and held it to her head as he wound one arm around her neck.
"February 28th, 1979. You remember?" He spat, leading her out of the door and into that same white van, as she tried to pull herself backwards - she had no luck as such. As he slammed the back doors of the van, she smacked her hands several times against the metal interior, stopped by a merciless pain as she felt the van moving. Within seconds it began to pick up speed, causing her to wonder what this attacker was going to do to her, and why.
"Who..." She paused as the van turned a corner, rolling her violently into the side of the van. She winced as she raised a and to her head, gasping as she felt blood slowly trickling from her forehead. "Who are you!" She demanded, biting her lip as they turned another corner - another smack into the side. She tilted her head to the rear view mirror, which was visible from where she lay. There, she saw his eyes; hollow and empty - yet so familiar.
"You don't know?" He retorted, whilst she searched her mind for those eyes, and that raspy voice that once again was so familiar. "It's only been.. Thirty years since you ditched me!" He screamed, his driving was becoming reckless, which was inflicting intimidation and fear upon her.
She gulped as the van came to a halt, the engine switching off with the jangle of some keys. She heard footsteps, scraping the ground and kicking what sounded like gravel. She had been trained to find out as much information as she could, as a natural instinct. Now, however, both her mind and heart were racing too fast for her to process what was going on. She blinked as the doors opened to him brandishing the gun.
"Get out if the van." He ordered, yet she lay there still and nonplussed. "I said," he bellowed, seizing her arm. "Get out!" He jolted her arm, causing her to cry out in pain. She groaned as he pushed her to the ground, sending the gravel astray. She cried out as the tiny, minuscule rocks dug into her skin, scraping and slicing it open.
As she rose, she bit her lip again as tears began to form in the corners of her eyes. "Ah." She gasped, as he grabbed her wrist, pulling it behind her back. "Please," She begged as he shoved her forward, digging his long, hard nails into her skin. "Please don't kill me. I have a daughter!" She pleaded as he guided her across the street. "You don't want to leave a young fifteen year-old girl all alone do you? She has no father!" She hoped to play up to an emotional side of her attacker as he held the gun to her head, opening a door.
He led her into a house, as he retaliated. "I know." He uttered, grabbing her by the hair as he pulled her up the stairs. She could hear his breathing was unsteady, loud an most definitely it sent a shiver down her spine.
"How... How do you know?" She whimpered, her lip quivering.
He led her into what looked to be a nursery, canary-yellow, and almost as perfect as the day it was created. In one dust-consumed corner sat a small rocking horse and an old dolls house. Opposite the playthings was a simple white cot, with pink blankets laid haphazardly over the top. A mobile was hanging above it, spinnng as it played a soft, tranquilizing melody.
He threw her down onto the floor once again, hurling the door to a close, with a boom that echoed instantaneously. "Because," he croaked. "I've been watching you; waiting for the right moment to make that world of yours fall apart." He explained, leaning back against the wall as he crossed his arms, still holding the gun.
She sat up, tucking her knees into her chest, she began to fear for her life. "W-Why?" She stuttered, glancing up to him with a terrified look into her eyes.
"You don't... You don't remember this place? You don't remember me?" He screamed, anger building up inside him, as if he were in a classic comic where steam would be coming out of his ears, as she slowly shook her head.
"I ate lunch with you. I went everywhere with you for two years!" He yelled, launching his foot with great speed. She grunted as the foot smashed with her face, blood trickling from her nose as she lay unconscious on the floor.
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