Gilded Nightmares
By
Indigo X
(Quick Author Note: If ya didn't know, SoCo Calloway belongs to Amara Sidhe. Both would kick my ass if I didn't say so. =P)
iv.
fury.
(SoCo)
Where the fuck is that boy?
He has a match, as in right now. His music's playing, I'm waiting here by the entranceway, and his fine ass is nowhere in sight. I mean, he's never exactly punctual, but this is... odd. He always shows up. How come he hasn't shown up yet?
Huffing angrily and stomping down the hall (and sending everybody standing around running for cover), I arrive at his locker room and shove the door open hard as I can, causing it to smash against the wall with a loud BANG!
"Awlraght, Van Dam, where the fuck do you get off... oh, Gawd."
The room is empty, but there are signs of a struggle. A small one, as if the attacked never knew what hit him, but a struggle nonetheless. On the floor, a short trail of ruby droplets... and a faint sprinkling of gold glitter. A steel chair is tossed on the floor, a small smear of red staining the backrest.
Rob is... gone.
Cursing, I search frantically all over. I ask everyone I can find if they've seen Rob. They haven't. I'm starting to get a little scared... what the fuck had happened to him? The scene had all the earmarks of a kidnapping, but who'd want to kidnap Rob? And why? I lope back to Rob's locker room, hoping to uncover more clues... when the monitor suddenly clicks on.
"SoCo. I do believe by now you've found out that you're... missing something."
Goldust. The cross-dressing freak is on the monitor, his blonde-wigged, gilded face surrounded by an oppressive darkness. There's an odd clanking noise in the background. Where the hell is he, and what does he know about Rob's dissapearance?
"Oh, don't worry. Dear little Robby's right here with me, where he belongs."
I'm not the kind of girl who screams, but damned if I don't scream my lungs out when the golden bastard moves out of the way. There's Rob, gagged and blindfolded, handcuffed to a beam or pipe hanging from the ceiling. He is shaking, whimpering... and he is covered in blood and dirt and God knows what else. What the hell did the bastard DO to him?
"If you want him back, my dearest, you're going to have to fight me for him. I should be waiting in the ring for you... and don't bother trying to figure out where he is. This message was taped earlier, from a very secret location. You'll never find out my little hideaway in a million years, love. If you want him back, you'll have to beat me."
His laugh is cut off by my fist smashing through the monitor.
"Oh, it's on, bitch. It's SO on. Hope ya had a nice life."
By
Indigo X
(Quick Author Note: If ya didn't know, SoCo Calloway belongs to Amara Sidhe. Both would kick my ass if I didn't say so. =P)
iv.
fury.
(SoCo)
Where the fuck is that boy?
He has a match, as in right now. His music's playing, I'm waiting here by the entranceway, and his fine ass is nowhere in sight. I mean, he's never exactly punctual, but this is... odd. He always shows up. How come he hasn't shown up yet?
Huffing angrily and stomping down the hall (and sending everybody standing around running for cover), I arrive at his locker room and shove the door open hard as I can, causing it to smash against the wall with a loud BANG!
"Awlraght, Van Dam, where the fuck do you get off... oh, Gawd."
The room is empty, but there are signs of a struggle. A small one, as if the attacked never knew what hit him, but a struggle nonetheless. On the floor, a short trail of ruby droplets... and a faint sprinkling of gold glitter. A steel chair is tossed on the floor, a small smear of red staining the backrest.
Rob is... gone.
Cursing, I search frantically all over. I ask everyone I can find if they've seen Rob. They haven't. I'm starting to get a little scared... what the fuck had happened to him? The scene had all the earmarks of a kidnapping, but who'd want to kidnap Rob? And why? I lope back to Rob's locker room, hoping to uncover more clues... when the monitor suddenly clicks on.
"SoCo. I do believe by now you've found out that you're... missing something."
Goldust. The cross-dressing freak is on the monitor, his blonde-wigged, gilded face surrounded by an oppressive darkness. There's an odd clanking noise in the background. Where the hell is he, and what does he know about Rob's dissapearance?
"Oh, don't worry. Dear little Robby's right here with me, where he belongs."
I'm not the kind of girl who screams, but damned if I don't scream my lungs out when the golden bastard moves out of the way. There's Rob, gagged and blindfolded, handcuffed to a beam or pipe hanging from the ceiling. He is shaking, whimpering... and he is covered in blood and dirt and God knows what else. What the hell did the bastard DO to him?
"If you want him back, my dearest, you're going to have to fight me for him. I should be waiting in the ring for you... and don't bother trying to figure out where he is. This message was taped earlier, from a very secret location. You'll never find out my little hideaway in a million years, love. If you want him back, you'll have to beat me."
His laugh is cut off by my fist smashing through the monitor.
"Oh, it's on, bitch. It's SO on. Hope ya had a nice life."