A/N: I own none of these characters, just felt the need to write. So, here
you go. And this storyline could very well get very intense at times.just
as a warning. Reviews would be nice, but aren't necessary.
Lizzie, Miranda and Gordo walked home from the Digital Bean in the quickly falling night. They were strolling at a leisurely pace, Lizzie and Miranda's arms were linked as Gordo walked slightly behind, trying to hackie and walk at the same time. He was fairly successful, knowing to kick the bean bag ahead of him far enough so he could take a step and bring his foot up at soon after. However, night was quickly falling, and it wasn't long before his darkly-hued hackie-sack was impossible to see. With a soft sigh, he quickened his pace long enough to catch up with his two inseparable friends. He knew better than to separate them, so instead, he pulled up beside Lizzie. Neither of his female companions had realized his presence, as they were chattering on about girl stuff. Gordo cleared his throat, and the pair looked at him and asked what had happened to hacking. "It's too dark," Gordo spoke matter-of-factly. Lizzie nodded, and looked up at the quickly approaching "cross-roads" as the trio had come to call it.
With a sigh, Lizzie bid farewell to her friends and began to walk towards the park, taking her regular path home. Miranda and Gordo walked their separate ways as well, used to the splitting. As Lizzie walked through the warm summer air, she realized how little they had spoken that night. It was a very rare thing for them to speak so little. But, there were always nights like that, and she thought no more of it. Lizzie kept walking, beginning to hum softly as she walked through the darkening night. She turned off onto a narrow path edged by thick bushes. The stars and moon were shining slightly behind thin, wispy clouds and Lizzie stopped to look up at them. She loved to do this.
Lizzie was moving herself down to sit on a bench, still looking at the stars, when a gloved hand grabbed her mouth from behind, another slinking around her waist, pulling her into the thick bushes that surrounded the sidewalk, extending into a slightly wooded area. A deep, throaty voice snarled into her ear, "Scream and you die.you'll enjoy this." A maniacal, quiet laugh escaped her captor's throat.
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Meanwhile, as Gordo walked slowly home, he couldn't help but find himself thinking of Lizzie.he had been doing this a lot lately. It really was beginning to bother him. What happened to simply thinking of her as his best friend? What had changed? Had he? Had she? Gordo didn't know, but he simply wished that he could go back to thinking of Lizzie as just a friend, and he forced himself to do so as he changed the subject of his thoughts to figuring out what his next film would be about.
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The man clothed in black stood to his feet, and zipped his pants. Lizzie lay on the ground, breathing heavily, scared to death. Her clothes were ripped and torn. Once more a voice floated from the face hidden behind a mask, "Told you you'd like it." And with that he was gone. But she hadn't liked it. As soon as he had left, Lizzie burst into frantic sobs, or tried to, but her voice refused to surface. That hadn't stopped the tears from rolling uncontrollably down her cheeks though. 'Why me? Why me?' she thought to herself, not knowing why this had happened. What had she done? Would anyone come to save her? She couldn't remember the way home, she couldn't remember how to move.all that she could remember were the black- gloved hands groping her, touching her, and that vile thing violating her. Lizzie closed her eyes tightly.not wanting to think of it any further. Would someone save her?
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An hour after Miranda had returned home, she called Gordo, wondering if he'd heard from Lizzie. It wasn't like her not to call after a night out.
A/N: Some of these chapters will be short, some will be long. Just wanted to leave this one off at an interesting spot.
Lizzie, Miranda and Gordo walked home from the Digital Bean in the quickly falling night. They were strolling at a leisurely pace, Lizzie and Miranda's arms were linked as Gordo walked slightly behind, trying to hackie and walk at the same time. He was fairly successful, knowing to kick the bean bag ahead of him far enough so he could take a step and bring his foot up at soon after. However, night was quickly falling, and it wasn't long before his darkly-hued hackie-sack was impossible to see. With a soft sigh, he quickened his pace long enough to catch up with his two inseparable friends. He knew better than to separate them, so instead, he pulled up beside Lizzie. Neither of his female companions had realized his presence, as they were chattering on about girl stuff. Gordo cleared his throat, and the pair looked at him and asked what had happened to hacking. "It's too dark," Gordo spoke matter-of-factly. Lizzie nodded, and looked up at the quickly approaching "cross-roads" as the trio had come to call it.
With a sigh, Lizzie bid farewell to her friends and began to walk towards the park, taking her regular path home. Miranda and Gordo walked their separate ways as well, used to the splitting. As Lizzie walked through the warm summer air, she realized how little they had spoken that night. It was a very rare thing for them to speak so little. But, there were always nights like that, and she thought no more of it. Lizzie kept walking, beginning to hum softly as she walked through the darkening night. She turned off onto a narrow path edged by thick bushes. The stars and moon were shining slightly behind thin, wispy clouds and Lizzie stopped to look up at them. She loved to do this.
Lizzie was moving herself down to sit on a bench, still looking at the stars, when a gloved hand grabbed her mouth from behind, another slinking around her waist, pulling her into the thick bushes that surrounded the sidewalk, extending into a slightly wooded area. A deep, throaty voice snarled into her ear, "Scream and you die.you'll enjoy this." A maniacal, quiet laugh escaped her captor's throat.
---
Meanwhile, as Gordo walked slowly home, he couldn't help but find himself thinking of Lizzie.he had been doing this a lot lately. It really was beginning to bother him. What happened to simply thinking of her as his best friend? What had changed? Had he? Had she? Gordo didn't know, but he simply wished that he could go back to thinking of Lizzie as just a friend, and he forced himself to do so as he changed the subject of his thoughts to figuring out what his next film would be about.
---
The man clothed in black stood to his feet, and zipped his pants. Lizzie lay on the ground, breathing heavily, scared to death. Her clothes were ripped and torn. Once more a voice floated from the face hidden behind a mask, "Told you you'd like it." And with that he was gone. But she hadn't liked it. As soon as he had left, Lizzie burst into frantic sobs, or tried to, but her voice refused to surface. That hadn't stopped the tears from rolling uncontrollably down her cheeks though. 'Why me? Why me?' she thought to herself, not knowing why this had happened. What had she done? Would anyone come to save her? She couldn't remember the way home, she couldn't remember how to move.all that she could remember were the black- gloved hands groping her, touching her, and that vile thing violating her. Lizzie closed her eyes tightly.not wanting to think of it any further. Would someone save her?
---
An hour after Miranda had returned home, she called Gordo, wondering if he'd heard from Lizzie. It wasn't like her not to call after a night out.
A/N: Some of these chapters will be short, some will be long. Just wanted to leave this one off at an interesting spot.