You've always hated flashbacks. They're even worse when you cannot escape them.
The song 'cat scratch fever' that had just came out, and was being played on repeat in Berry's basement. You still aren't sure why you thought a Berry party was the place to be in an average 1977 night. But here you are. Sitting in Manhand's basement bored out of your fucking mind. Looking around, you can see that thought isn't shared. Everyone is dancing on the 'stage' Berry has.
You breathe the sigh you've been holding in, stand up, and walk out. No one would notice. Maybe Finn since you came here with him. You usually go to parties by yourself. Even though, you usually don't leave by yourself.
You greet the crisp night air with a smile. Night is a hell of a lot better than any Berry interaction. Your house was only a mile away. You start walking. The night is silent. Like your thoughts. You hear the sound of clumsy feet hitting pavement behind you. You turn fast, even though you're undoubtedly on the higher end of the drunkenness scale. Finn must have followed you out. He wore an awfully small smile for someone of his size.
"Hey, why'd you leave? You tired or something? Want me to walk you home? You want an energy drink? O-Or do you want me to get my car and drop you home? Do you want-" Finn's face was utterly confused, an expression he wore all too often. It's still a mystery how he graduated high school. Probably graduated only because that pedophile Spanish teacher that favored him.
Even then you never said more than needed. "I can walk home myself Finn." The confusion upon his face hadn't shifted. He was probably trying to get his narcissistic, pea-sized mind around someone not wanting to spend time with him. You wait a mere moment for a response. When the only response is an imitation of a fish without water, you spin on your heel and continue your walk home.
No footsteps follow you.
If it was even possible, the night seemed even more peaceful to you. It might not be a bad idea to walk through the park. You haven't been there since you were a kid. Smiling at the thought, you turn right towards your favorite childhood escape.
You can see it hasn't changed much. The swings are still in need of urgent repair, the rust on the links will eventually snap. The rubberish type ground that you can never remember the name of is full of divots like it always has. You see the teeter-totter with the heavier yellow side on the ground. Even with only a dim orange light illuminating the peaceful night you can tell the red slide that did and will always have a place in your heart continues to be that ugly faded red. You wouldn't have it any other way.
Footsteps near you from behind. Finn finally came up with an answer. You turn to view him. But it wasn't Finn.
The orange light did nothing to help you view this stranger. He didn't have a smell, sound, or any other indicator he was even there. But you knew he was. You could feel him. Fear streams into your mind like a steam to a river. It's not much, but the fear constant.
Footsteps sound behind you once again. Whipping around, you can see no one, thing, hell you can't see a damn thing. Again you hear footsteps behind you. "Hello?" No response. Quickly, you slip out of your heels. Fleeing seemed to be the best course of action. Feeling the rubberish material under your feet, you start to sprint to your right, hell there might be two people. It could be one from behind and one from the front. Sprinting towards the gate with all of your might, footsteps seem to follow you. That stream turned into an all-out river. Reaching the well illuminated gate, you catch your breath. You should invest in your own body.
After pausing for a few empty moments, and no more mysterious sounds emit from the now scary night, you realize all you did was over react. That's all. There probably wasn't even anybody back there. What were you thinking leaving your favorite shoes in a public park? Sighing at your stupidity of leaving, you start walking back to get your favorite shoes. So when you hear a step from your right, then seeing only blackness, you really wish you stayed stupid.
Pressure on both your wrists immediately brings you into awareness. You attempt to evaluate your surroundings, but something covers them. You can't see. You blink a couple more times. Still you can't see. You can't see a fucking thing. Panicking you begin to thrash, buck, anything to escape that which binds you. But the bindings on your feet and ankles stay strong. Still, you feel no tear or scratch reward your efforts. You slow down, this isn't getting you anywhere.
A muffled terror filled scream sounds from your right. Panicking that whatever cause the person to your right to scream was moving on to you, you begin the violent thrashes you ceased just a moment ago. You hear a sadistic laugh emanate from the very same place the scream had come from. You must get out. You have to. There is no way you can let him get to you to do what he did to the poor patron to your right. If it were possible, your violent thrashes become even more violent. Still, the binding placed upon you remain immobile. Again and again you thrash. The footsteps are nearing closer to you. The bindings don't budge. Those goddamned bindings restraining your only escape remains strong on your thrashing wrists and ankles. Almost as if you can feel his aura, you can feel him near you. What will he do? What does he want? His hands hover above your thrashing body. You can feel the twisted fantasies he has you staring in his sick mind. Him pounding into you as you bleed screaming for him to stop. Him slicing-
A gentle soft hand grasp behind your sweaty neck, and the other, equally gentle and soft, lifts you softly into a comforting embrace. "You're home, he's not here. He's gone. No one can hurt you. You're safe." The gentle whispers tear you away from your menace predominating all of your other thoughts of your past.
The once shallow, short breaths you had are turning into calm breaths. Your head rests upon to shoulder of your savior. The gentle hands draw comforting pattern on both your back and neck.
Suddenly it hits you. Who is comforting you? What stranger has seen you so vulnerable? That very thought is what makes you jump back in fear of your savior.
The savior lets you go, but they kept their hands on you as long as possible.
You finally look to see who dared to comfort you.
It's the Blonde.
She's looking at you with concerned and pity filled blue eyes. Someone has just seen you vulnerable. No, not just someone, it's the Blonde. The hypnotizer now has even more to use against you. And you have absolutely nothing against her.
A/N: Sorry, for the wait. I can only write when I am alone, and I haven't been left alone lately. All errors are unintended. xtoxicityx, if this is like Birds of Prey ( I still have no idea what 'Birds of Prey' is( please excuse my stupidity)) it was not meant to be.