*Squeals and avoids a creamfilled pie* Le-na! I thought I told you to stop doing that! *pouts*
Well, anyway. Here it is, the shortly awaited chapter...five is it? *checks* Wow, it is!!! Ch.5
all ready! I just started this fic, damn these chapters are coming out fast...
Anyway, enough of this. Read on! And stop with the death threats all ready!!!
Stolen Innocence
Chapter Five
Burn in Hell
***Serena's POV***
When I awoke, I was lying in a dim, musty room on a grungy bed.
*My head...* I groaned mentally, clutching at it. I noticed a figure slouched in one of the
darkened corners and let out a loud shriek.
The silhouette started, then straightened up and stood. Seeing him in the light, I almost
fainted again from shock.
Involuntarilly, I let out another scream.
In an instant, the figure was standing above me, holding a knife to my flat stomach.
"I don't suggest you do that again, little girl," he hissed softly. "You're gonna pay for what
you did to me." He shifted, and the cold metal of the weapon bit into my skin.
"Don't..." I whispered, paralyzed.
He moved again, and then the sharp steel was resting against my throat.
He laughed, an ugly, twisted sound.
"I already did."
***Darien's POV***
I rushed through the abandoned alleys, dreading what I might see. Finally, I ran up to a random
door and knocked, hoping to get some help.
The decaying door swung open, and I figured I might as well check it out. Maybe there was
someone in there that could help me find Serena.
I stepped through it, my sneakers making no noise on the disintegrating carpet.
I made my way through the small building. The damn thing looked either condemmed or like
it was being torn down tommorow.
Finally, I reached the back of the shack and swung open a door with the greatest of care.
To my extreme surprise, it opened easily and without a sound. The only problem was, when
I saw what laid beyond the door, it took all of *my* willpower not to yell at the top of my lungs.
That--that--*mistake of nature*, Jack,
(AN: Well, *duh*, everyone! who did you *think* it was??"
was leaning over my Serena--*whoa, where did that come from?!*--, brandishing a knife.
My poor Serena--Serena, damn it! Not mine, not poor, just *Serena!*--was deathly pale
and looked as though she might black out at any second. *What do I do?*
Jack's back was towards me, and he hadn't heard me enter. Serena, obviously, was facing
me, and her incredible eyes widened when she saw me.
Frantically, I put a finger to my mouth and gestured for her to stay quiet. She nodded, almost
imperceptively, but Jack caught the motion and started to turn his head. In a panicky gesture,
Serena shot her arms up and they caught him around the neck. I winced fiercely as she
pressed her lips to his in a hot, passionate embrace.
Scolding myself, I crossed the room and crept up behind Jack. *She's doing this for you,
idiot.*
One of Serena's eyes fluttered open and widened when it saw me. Behind his back, she
gestured furiously for me to do something fast. I panicked, not knowing what to do. Suddenly,
I saw it--the lamp. Hey, it always worked in the movies. So I grabbed it, and lifted it above
his head. I hestiated, not wanting to hurt Serena, but she motioned for me to go ahead.
So, I let it fly, and brought it down--hard--against his skull. At very last possible second, she
tore her lips from his and ducked out of the way. The asshole whimpered, his eyes flying
open, then slowly shutting again as he crashed to the floor.
"Burn in hell, asshole." I murmured, staring down at his still body.
I rubbed my fist and looked at Serena. She was looking at me with these totally admiring
eyes, like I was *so* the man.
I smiled triumphantly. I took care of the villian, *and* I got the girl. Damn, I *am* the man.
Well, anyway. Here it is, the shortly awaited chapter...five is it? *checks* Wow, it is!!! Ch.5
all ready! I just started this fic, damn these chapters are coming out fast...
Anyway, enough of this. Read on! And stop with the death threats all ready!!!
Stolen Innocence
Chapter Five
Burn in Hell
***Serena's POV***
When I awoke, I was lying in a dim, musty room on a grungy bed.
*My head...* I groaned mentally, clutching at it. I noticed a figure slouched in one of the
darkened corners and let out a loud shriek.
The silhouette started, then straightened up and stood. Seeing him in the light, I almost
fainted again from shock.
Involuntarilly, I let out another scream.
In an instant, the figure was standing above me, holding a knife to my flat stomach.
"I don't suggest you do that again, little girl," he hissed softly. "You're gonna pay for what
you did to me." He shifted, and the cold metal of the weapon bit into my skin.
"Don't..." I whispered, paralyzed.
He moved again, and then the sharp steel was resting against my throat.
He laughed, an ugly, twisted sound.
"I already did."
***Darien's POV***
I rushed through the abandoned alleys, dreading what I might see. Finally, I ran up to a random
door and knocked, hoping to get some help.
The decaying door swung open, and I figured I might as well check it out. Maybe there was
someone in there that could help me find Serena.
I stepped through it, my sneakers making no noise on the disintegrating carpet.
I made my way through the small building. The damn thing looked either condemmed or like
it was being torn down tommorow.
Finally, I reached the back of the shack and swung open a door with the greatest of care.
To my extreme surprise, it opened easily and without a sound. The only problem was, when
I saw what laid beyond the door, it took all of *my* willpower not to yell at the top of my lungs.
That--that--*mistake of nature*, Jack,
(AN: Well, *duh*, everyone! who did you *think* it was??"
was leaning over my Serena--*whoa, where did that come from?!*--, brandishing a knife.
My poor Serena--Serena, damn it! Not mine, not poor, just *Serena!*--was deathly pale
and looked as though she might black out at any second. *What do I do?*
Jack's back was towards me, and he hadn't heard me enter. Serena, obviously, was facing
me, and her incredible eyes widened when she saw me.
Frantically, I put a finger to my mouth and gestured for her to stay quiet. She nodded, almost
imperceptively, but Jack caught the motion and started to turn his head. In a panicky gesture,
Serena shot her arms up and they caught him around the neck. I winced fiercely as she
pressed her lips to his in a hot, passionate embrace.
Scolding myself, I crossed the room and crept up behind Jack. *She's doing this for you,
idiot.*
One of Serena's eyes fluttered open and widened when it saw me. Behind his back, she
gestured furiously for me to do something fast. I panicked, not knowing what to do. Suddenly,
I saw it--the lamp. Hey, it always worked in the movies. So I grabbed it, and lifted it above
his head. I hestiated, not wanting to hurt Serena, but she motioned for me to go ahead.
So, I let it fly, and brought it down--hard--against his skull. At very last possible second, she
tore her lips from his and ducked out of the way. The asshole whimpered, his eyes flying
open, then slowly shutting again as he crashed to the floor.
"Burn in hell, asshole." I murmured, staring down at his still body.
I rubbed my fist and looked at Serena. She was looking at me with these totally admiring
eyes, like I was *so* the man.
I smiled triumphantly. I took care of the villian, *and* I got the girl. Damn, I *am* the man.