Yay, so here is the next chapter...
Chapter 2
Angie
I stretched enjoying my personal heaven that was my bed. I had no where to be and no one to see. I had recently quit my job and my Bestie and only friend was away studying. Family? Lets not go there that relationship is no existent except for the occasional visit from my younger sister and speaking of relationships I have none and I am fine with that, I do not need a man in my life to complicate things, you may call my a loner and I am fine with that I like my own company. I got up and dressed noticing that I had slept until just after lunch time. I walked over to my large walk in closet where I kept my wigs; I choose the shocking blue shoulder length one. I ripped open the packet excited on wearing a new one, which I didn't have often as I preferred the human hair wigs; they lasted longer and looked better. I loving stroked my guitar as I walked out of my room towards the kitchen, forcing my self to eat before I got too lost in the music and forget to eat. Until my sugar level is so low that I am about to pass out. I have started to stash various sugar spiking sweets to avoid that situation as much as possible. I sighed and grabbed a yogurt and poured some muesli and hurriedly shoved it into my mouth, anxious to start playing.
I plugged my guitar into my Amp and turned it up as loud as possible, my favorite volume. Glad that I live in a secluded area and don't have to worry about annoying neighbors with my racket. I strummed my first few phrases, smiling when I hit the blaring crescendo perfectly, pausing to pick up my stand and flip to the song Bible Black by Black Sabbath. I started playing a steady rhythm and my gin grew as I got swept into the creepy hypnotic pull of the music. I had to pause abruptly on a practically difficult solo and I could have sworn I heard footsteps stop suddenly and a intake of breath. I just shock my head and convinced myself it was feedback from my amp. I turned the amp down and annoyed with myself that I had messed up and that I was letting the music get to me to much, I started to revise the music while slightly fingering the notes. I was still a little freaked out when I decided to stop playing because the steel strings where getting unbearable to play any more. I glanced down and sighed at the familiar blood stains on my finger and guitar. I decided to go plaster my fingers up and clean my guitar of the light splattering. I unplugged it form the amp and walked gingerly to the kitchen not wanting to let my fingers drip onto the carpets, blood was a bitch to get out. I placed my guitar on the table and walked to the sink rinsing and drying my hands. I pulled out my huge box of plasters, I placed a few of the multicolored plasters on my fingers, until all ten of my fingers where plastered, the small cuts didn't bleed much so I would be able to play again tomorrow. I sighed at the thousands of tiny scars that still peeked out around the plaster. I picked up the soft cloth that I had reserved for my guitar and gently wiped away my blood with some anti-bacteria. I stretched the stiffness out of my back and decided to check if Misfits season 2 was on catch up yet. I picked up the remote and switched it on.
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A few hours later I looked up to see that the sun was starting to set, so I got up and went to the hidden panel behind a poster of Alice Cooper with his tongue sticking out looking at me like an axe murderer. I moved the warn poster aside and quickly scanned my retina for my super high tech security system to kick in. I heard the familiar clang of the 7 inch steel doors slamming down over my front and back doors and the shudder if the see through glass like stuff that went over the windows, according to my father it was stronger that diamonds and was some sort of prototype of some sort. It was the only thing my father ever insisted on giving me; he is a bit odd like that. I placed the poster back and went back to sit on the couch bouncing my head as I went singing my fave song at the top of my voice. Trying to mimic Ugly kid Joe's unusual voice, I did a turn and started to sing the guitar solo closing my eyes to strum the chords in the air. I turned suddenly to switch my sound system on and listen to the song for real but I was greeted with a wall of delectable solid muscle and a deep voice that rumbled.
"Where you off to, sugar," I gasped and looked up suddenly my neck straining to see his face, at the most handsome man I had ever seen in my life, he had a short buzz hair cut and through the Phantom of the opera mask I could see stormy grey eyes that churned darkly with intent. He towered over my messily 5 ft, he looked about 6.4 ft and my head only came about half way up his torso. I let out a frightened shriek and stepped back starring at him with wide eyes. He just chuckled and reached for my head but I ducked and ran for the door, only to collide with the steel door, panicking a tried to get to the panel so I could run. I didn't know why but this man screamed danger and it had my completely spooked. I just reached the panel as the lights flashed then blinked out in one of my houses notorious power surges, that has probably blown a fuse and one that would take days to be fixed in my old house. My security system needed more power then my tiny generator could handle to lift the system.
Which meant that I was trapped in my house with this mad man!
So there you go, pretty pretty please review. I am still not to sure about this one :D
Question what did you think about the cliffy, was it predictable ?!
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