Summary: Clever girls. Beautiful girls. Dead girls.
Disclaimer: All the characters that you might recognize from TV are not mine and never will be. Same goes for anything that you might recognize from pop culture. I do not get paid for this. The summary is stolen from a commercial that ran on Nelonen (Finland's TV4) about the movie "Kiss the Girls", I only modified it a bit. It just sounded so great I had to use it. Well, at least it picked on my creative spot.
A/N: I don't know if this is going to be a serial killer things. Let's see, but... Apparently I like serial killers. I just think they're more fun. Sick me. *g* Oh, and Prompton High is a made up place cos I don't know Las Vegas that well.
WARNING: This story might later on turn to rating R because of either language or content. Scenes of violence may appear in... let's say, some what average form. I'll let you know if that happens.
Farewell to Girls
Part one: Breeze
"...and that's it for today. Get out of here, the lot of you," Jim Elwes announced to his class. The teenagers gathered their things, a bit faster than absolutely necessary in his opinion, and as a big, noisy bunch they practically ran out of the door. It was the last class of the day so they hurried their movements even more than usual. "Debra!" Elwes shouted at the retreating bunch and one of them separated from the group, whirling around to look at her teacher from the doorway. He beckoned her to come nearer. "Close the door, I have something to talk to you about."
Debra whispered something to her friends who glared at Elwes. "... wanker," he heard one of them remark. He pretended to not to look at the girls though he couldn't help glancing at them from under his brows. He saw Debra rolling her eyes. "Now, Debra, if you would," he said loud enough for his voice to carry across the room.
One of the girls wiggled her brows at Debra, the others made little kisses, but they left. He didn't care about their gestures, he knew what they were talking about. He wasn't naive enough to dismiss the rumors that went around the school.
Debra pulled the door closed behind her and approached the desk. "So what did you want?"
Elwes looked up from the papers he's been flipping through. The young girl was staring at him with a hand on her hip and an arched eyebrow. He couldn't help but to notice how pretty she looked today; her dark brown hair was pulled back from her face into a ponytail, she was wearing a tight T-shirt and a knee-length skirt. He looked up and down her figure, not bothering to hide the glint in his eyes. "I think you already know what I want."
"Really?" She dropped her backpack onto the floor and propped herself up on the edge of Elwes's desk. "Could you clarify what that is exactly, Mr. Elwes?" she said with a mocking tone.
He straightened himself up, taking in the sight of her sitting on the edge of his desk with her legs delicately crossed, the skirt rising just a bit to reveal the white skin underneath, her back arched slightly, seductively. She was quite a sight, he thought, smiling to himself. So what if the rumors were right? They didn't even know how right. It didn't really matter.
She followed his movements with her big brown eyes as he took a couple of steps to stand right in front of her. His hand touched her bare ankle, slowly starting to slide up her leg. He leant closer. "You shouldn't sit like that," he whispered hoarsely into her ear. "It might bring naughty thoughts into one's mind."
She chuckled, squirming with pleasure as his hand found its way to her tight, uncrossing her legs and separating them. It dived under her skirt as he closed the distance between them, positioning himself between her legs. "I think you like to tease people, don't you?" he whispered even quieter with his lips brushing against her skin. She let her head drop back when he kissed the spot right below her earlobe.
She didn't even try to protest as his hand slipped between her tights. "Is that clarified enough, Ms. Walker?"
She didn't answer. Instead she just smiled and pulled him into a hungry kiss.
***
Her heartbeats pounded in her ears. Thu-thumb. Thu-thumb. Fast thumbs. One after another. They matched her steps, the rhythm of her feet hitting the ground.
She enjoyed the cool, crispy night air, its moist hitting her in the face as she ran. She enjoyed the feeling of her heart racing in her chest, ripping her ribcages apart. She enjoyed the feeling of her tired muscles stretching to their limits, the feeling of not being sure whether they were going to crack or yield. Just a little bit more, just one more mile, just to the next corner. She'll make it. Then she can rest. She set her goal to the bench that sat on the other end of the park. Her pace became faster, the trees flashed by her eyes. Just one more sprint. Thu-thumb. Thu-thumb - it'll rip her ribcage apart. But she could make it. The tears rolled down her face; the fierce blows of the wind beat her body from time to time, rising the dust and making her eyes watery. The tears started to blur her vision but she didn't care to wipe them away. Just a little more and she'd be there. By the bench. It was so painfully close, so close that she could almost touch it. But only almost.
Just.
A little.
More.
"Angh!" A pained yelp escaped from her mouth as she stumbled the last steps, stopping right in front of the blue bench. She bent in double with the pain of drawing in air. It hurt. It hurt like hell. But it was okay. She'd made it. A smile curved her lips. She'd made it. With a satisfied grin on her face she crashed onto the bench. She leant her back against the cool, hard backrest. Breath, she told herself, breath. Small breaths. She waited until the white stars stopped dancing behind her closed eyelids before she cracked them open.
What she saw wasn't exactly what she'd expected.
Where the limb trees begun on the other side of the walk, trees that tried to separate the pathetic little park from the driveway and the gray concrete building across the street that some might call the Prompton High, the shoes whirled around and around in the air, swaying from side to side with the wind. Legs that held the shoes in the air. And the legs attached into a body. A body of a young girl with messed up brown hair and blood on her face and scratches on her knees and a robe around her neck. There it was, right before her eyes, swaying in the night wind. A body. And big brown eyes that stared without seeing.
She screamed.
END OF PART ONE
Feedback would always be appreciated. Just push that little button below....
Disclaimer: All the characters that you might recognize from TV are not mine and never will be. Same goes for anything that you might recognize from pop culture. I do not get paid for this. The summary is stolen from a commercial that ran on Nelonen (Finland's TV4) about the movie "Kiss the Girls", I only modified it a bit. It just sounded so great I had to use it. Well, at least it picked on my creative spot.
A/N: I don't know if this is going to be a serial killer things. Let's see, but... Apparently I like serial killers. I just think they're more fun. Sick me. *g* Oh, and Prompton High is a made up place cos I don't know Las Vegas that well.
WARNING: This story might later on turn to rating R because of either language or content. Scenes of violence may appear in... let's say, some what average form. I'll let you know if that happens.
Part one: Breeze
"...and that's it for today. Get out of here, the lot of you," Jim Elwes announced to his class. The teenagers gathered their things, a bit faster than absolutely necessary in his opinion, and as a big, noisy bunch they practically ran out of the door. It was the last class of the day so they hurried their movements even more than usual. "Debra!" Elwes shouted at the retreating bunch and one of them separated from the group, whirling around to look at her teacher from the doorway. He beckoned her to come nearer. "Close the door, I have something to talk to you about."
Debra whispered something to her friends who glared at Elwes. "... wanker," he heard one of them remark. He pretended to not to look at the girls though he couldn't help glancing at them from under his brows. He saw Debra rolling her eyes. "Now, Debra, if you would," he said loud enough for his voice to carry across the room.
One of the girls wiggled her brows at Debra, the others made little kisses, but they left. He didn't care about their gestures, he knew what they were talking about. He wasn't naive enough to dismiss the rumors that went around the school.
Debra pulled the door closed behind her and approached the desk. "So what did you want?"
Elwes looked up from the papers he's been flipping through. The young girl was staring at him with a hand on her hip and an arched eyebrow. He couldn't help but to notice how pretty she looked today; her dark brown hair was pulled back from her face into a ponytail, she was wearing a tight T-shirt and a knee-length skirt. He looked up and down her figure, not bothering to hide the glint in his eyes. "I think you already know what I want."
"Really?" She dropped her backpack onto the floor and propped herself up on the edge of Elwes's desk. "Could you clarify what that is exactly, Mr. Elwes?" she said with a mocking tone.
He straightened himself up, taking in the sight of her sitting on the edge of his desk with her legs delicately crossed, the skirt rising just a bit to reveal the white skin underneath, her back arched slightly, seductively. She was quite a sight, he thought, smiling to himself. So what if the rumors were right? They didn't even know how right. It didn't really matter.
She followed his movements with her big brown eyes as he took a couple of steps to stand right in front of her. His hand touched her bare ankle, slowly starting to slide up her leg. He leant closer. "You shouldn't sit like that," he whispered hoarsely into her ear. "It might bring naughty thoughts into one's mind."
She chuckled, squirming with pleasure as his hand found its way to her tight, uncrossing her legs and separating them. It dived under her skirt as he closed the distance between them, positioning himself between her legs. "I think you like to tease people, don't you?" he whispered even quieter with his lips brushing against her skin. She let her head drop back when he kissed the spot right below her earlobe.
She didn't even try to protest as his hand slipped between her tights. "Is that clarified enough, Ms. Walker?"
She didn't answer. Instead she just smiled and pulled him into a hungry kiss.
***
Her heartbeats pounded in her ears. Thu-thumb. Thu-thumb. Fast thumbs. One after another. They matched her steps, the rhythm of her feet hitting the ground.
She enjoyed the cool, crispy night air, its moist hitting her in the face as she ran. She enjoyed the feeling of her heart racing in her chest, ripping her ribcages apart. She enjoyed the feeling of her tired muscles stretching to their limits, the feeling of not being sure whether they were going to crack or yield. Just a little bit more, just one more mile, just to the next corner. She'll make it. Then she can rest. She set her goal to the bench that sat on the other end of the park. Her pace became faster, the trees flashed by her eyes. Just one more sprint. Thu-thumb. Thu-thumb - it'll rip her ribcage apart. But she could make it. The tears rolled down her face; the fierce blows of the wind beat her body from time to time, rising the dust and making her eyes watery. The tears started to blur her vision but she didn't care to wipe them away. Just a little more and she'd be there. By the bench. It was so painfully close, so close that she could almost touch it. But only almost.
Just.
A little.
More.
"Angh!" A pained yelp escaped from her mouth as she stumbled the last steps, stopping right in front of the blue bench. She bent in double with the pain of drawing in air. It hurt. It hurt like hell. But it was okay. She'd made it. A smile curved her lips. She'd made it. With a satisfied grin on her face she crashed onto the bench. She leant her back against the cool, hard backrest. Breath, she told herself, breath. Small breaths. She waited until the white stars stopped dancing behind her closed eyelids before she cracked them open.
What she saw wasn't exactly what she'd expected.
Where the limb trees begun on the other side of the walk, trees that tried to separate the pathetic little park from the driveway and the gray concrete building across the street that some might call the Prompton High, the shoes whirled around and around in the air, swaying from side to side with the wind. Legs that held the shoes in the air. And the legs attached into a body. A body of a young girl with messed up brown hair and blood on her face and scratches on her knees and a robe around her neck. There it was, right before her eyes, swaying in the night wind. A body. And big brown eyes that stared without seeing.
She screamed.
END OF PART ONE
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