* Sorry, this took so long to get out! It's just that I've been away from home the last couple of weeks for vacation and well I couldn't find a place in my suitcase to put my computer! A major tragedy, if you ask me. Well, Thanx for all the nice feedback I really enjoy it! Hope you… Ahem… like (?) the way the story is going. Enjoy! *
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Somewhere in the Dark (?)
Jarod woke up with a groan. He was dizzy, confused, and was forming quite a headache. He was going to try to rub it away but started, when he realized that he was incapable of moving his hands. They were tied tightly behind his back with some type of… leather straps? Jarod tried to search the room, but the darkness was overpowering. Once the dizziness had subsided a little, he came to the conclusion that he was laying on the floor somewhere close to his hotel room door. The air vent hummed to the right of him and he could just make out a peeking light from under the door-frame. He squirmed, trying to stretch out of his fetal position, but to no avail. Whoever had done this to him, was, obviously, very experienced at it.
A light turned on somewhere behind him and he tried to wiggle on to his back. A sweet feminine voice filtered the air, stinging his ears with every utterance. "I see my new toy, has woken up from his nap. Hi, Jarod is it? Well, Jarod I here a rumor that you can be anything you want to be. Is that true?" This woman was catty, guileful, and… very familiar.
Jarod pondered a moment but his reverie was cut short by a whipping sound cutting through the air and a sharp pain rising in his back. He was then yanked up forcefully and shoved on to his bed, almost making him forgot the pain thudding in his spine. His head was swimming lazily along while his body received this cruel and unusual chastisement. "I asked you a question. Can you be anything?" Jarod nodded his head mutely. "Can you be… dead?" Jarod's eyes grew wide as he watched his aggressor's form sit on the covers next to him. "Why Jarod? You almost seem scared. Are you scared Jarod?" She purred his name into his ear, making him want to cry out in the worst possible way. But he decided to try a different approach.
Jarod calmed his breathing back to a normal condition and cleared his throat. "Well, I'm not exactly scared. I'm a little bit… worried that's all." He held his breath in anticipation, wondering how this assailant would respond towards his strangely mild behavior.
To his surprise she just sat in silence, for a moment. He then felt a hand caress his chest and pause right over his heart beat. "Worried, dear? Whatever are you worried about?" She sounded… concerned? And had she just answered his reverse-psychology with reverse-psychology?
He realized then, that he was either dealing with another genius or a complete lunatic. Either could be quite harmful and he couldn't decide which he rather have stroking his chest. She started tapping out the rhythm of his heartbeat where her hand lay and he tensed up. Umm… Lunatics for 1000, Alex?
"Jarod? You've gotten awfully quiet. What is the matter? I bet I know what it is." She leaned over and hissed in his ear. "You feel guilty for lying to me. Well… you should. As my grandmother used to tell me, truth is a virtue." With that, he felt a fist connect with his gut and doubled up in pain. "Didn't your guardians teach you anything?" She got up and walked over to his bound feet, yanking him off of the bed. He hit with a groan and mumbled his displeasure. "Uh-uh-uh. I have never heard such words. You know, a man who *has* to cuss is just lacking in his vocabulary."
Jarod tried unscrambling the events of the day, piecing together what might be… Ah! That was the key! "Your *grandmother* taught you that truth was a virtue? What else did she teach you?" Jarod stared through the darkness trying to catch the smallest glimpse of his assailant's face.
Unbeknownst to Jarod, she smiled in the dark. Her mind was not on her 'grandmother' or her new victim. Her beautiful victim. No, she thought of the delicious sensation she would get, hearing screams of terror consume the night air. All she wanted was to be able to see that liquid life drain from within him and know that she was the cause… of it all. "Truth, honor, respect to those in a higher power… and right now I'm the dominant in this relationship, wouldn't you say?"
"Honor, respect? What about the honor of human life? Respect for all living things? I believe your viewpoint is a little… screwed up!"
She sat on the bed pondering his words. To her he was just a worthless lump, tied up on the floor, stealing her oxygen. "Why? Why should I respect you or anything else living for that matter? Do you have anything specific you deem 'worth living for'? Is there anything honorable about *you* that I should take in to consideration, before I take you back to your living hell?"
His living… The Centre! Of course, The Centre! Who else is out to get him, minus a couple of criminally insane, here and there? "Well maybe I would feel more open to discuss it further, with you, if I weren't so…"
"Tied up? Uncomfortable? Ah! You would like me to let you up. Well, why not? It's not like I couldn't just shoot you in the face, if worst came to worst." With that she set to the task of freeing what could end up, as her salvation.
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Somewhere in the Dark (?)
Jarod woke up with a groan. He was dizzy, confused, and was forming quite a headache. He was going to try to rub it away but started, when he realized that he was incapable of moving his hands. They were tied tightly behind his back with some type of… leather straps? Jarod tried to search the room, but the darkness was overpowering. Once the dizziness had subsided a little, he came to the conclusion that he was laying on the floor somewhere close to his hotel room door. The air vent hummed to the right of him and he could just make out a peeking light from under the door-frame. He squirmed, trying to stretch out of his fetal position, but to no avail. Whoever had done this to him, was, obviously, very experienced at it.
A light turned on somewhere behind him and he tried to wiggle on to his back. A sweet feminine voice filtered the air, stinging his ears with every utterance. "I see my new toy, has woken up from his nap. Hi, Jarod is it? Well, Jarod I here a rumor that you can be anything you want to be. Is that true?" This woman was catty, guileful, and… very familiar.
Jarod pondered a moment but his reverie was cut short by a whipping sound cutting through the air and a sharp pain rising in his back. He was then yanked up forcefully and shoved on to his bed, almost making him forgot the pain thudding in his spine. His head was swimming lazily along while his body received this cruel and unusual chastisement. "I asked you a question. Can you be anything?" Jarod nodded his head mutely. "Can you be… dead?" Jarod's eyes grew wide as he watched his aggressor's form sit on the covers next to him. "Why Jarod? You almost seem scared. Are you scared Jarod?" She purred his name into his ear, making him want to cry out in the worst possible way. But he decided to try a different approach.
Jarod calmed his breathing back to a normal condition and cleared his throat. "Well, I'm not exactly scared. I'm a little bit… worried that's all." He held his breath in anticipation, wondering how this assailant would respond towards his strangely mild behavior.
To his surprise she just sat in silence, for a moment. He then felt a hand caress his chest and pause right over his heart beat. "Worried, dear? Whatever are you worried about?" She sounded… concerned? And had she just answered his reverse-psychology with reverse-psychology?
He realized then, that he was either dealing with another genius or a complete lunatic. Either could be quite harmful and he couldn't decide which he rather have stroking his chest. She started tapping out the rhythm of his heartbeat where her hand lay and he tensed up. Umm… Lunatics for 1000, Alex?
"Jarod? You've gotten awfully quiet. What is the matter? I bet I know what it is." She leaned over and hissed in his ear. "You feel guilty for lying to me. Well… you should. As my grandmother used to tell me, truth is a virtue." With that, he felt a fist connect with his gut and doubled up in pain. "Didn't your guardians teach you anything?" She got up and walked over to his bound feet, yanking him off of the bed. He hit with a groan and mumbled his displeasure. "Uh-uh-uh. I have never heard such words. You know, a man who *has* to cuss is just lacking in his vocabulary."
Jarod tried unscrambling the events of the day, piecing together what might be… Ah! That was the key! "Your *grandmother* taught you that truth was a virtue? What else did she teach you?" Jarod stared through the darkness trying to catch the smallest glimpse of his assailant's face.
Unbeknownst to Jarod, she smiled in the dark. Her mind was not on her 'grandmother' or her new victim. Her beautiful victim. No, she thought of the delicious sensation she would get, hearing screams of terror consume the night air. All she wanted was to be able to see that liquid life drain from within him and know that she was the cause… of it all. "Truth, honor, respect to those in a higher power… and right now I'm the dominant in this relationship, wouldn't you say?"
"Honor, respect? What about the honor of human life? Respect for all living things? I believe your viewpoint is a little… screwed up!"
She sat on the bed pondering his words. To her he was just a worthless lump, tied up on the floor, stealing her oxygen. "Why? Why should I respect you or anything else living for that matter? Do you have anything specific you deem 'worth living for'? Is there anything honorable about *you* that I should take in to consideration, before I take you back to your living hell?"
His living… The Centre! Of course, The Centre! Who else is out to get him, minus a couple of criminally insane, here and there? "Well maybe I would feel more open to discuss it further, with you, if I weren't so…"
"Tied up? Uncomfortable? Ah! You would like me to let you up. Well, why not? It's not like I couldn't just shoot you in the face, if worst came to worst." With that she set to the task of freeing what could end up, as her salvation.