Hey. This is a new fic. I'm just gonna write this first chapter and if you
think it is good, then can you tell me to continue or whatever, thanks.
The chapters (not including 1st chapter) are named after the song by Christina Milian- 'When you look at me' other than that it really has nothing else to do with anything else.
It's a Beyblade fic, my second one, cos I did some joint one with KBA who now seems to be in a huge strop with me cos I called her a geek and la la. So apparently now she's changing all my chapters cos it's on her account so I decided to write a Beyblade fic of my own. It's set in Italy, so you can probably guess who's gonna star in it ^_^
Disclaimer- I don't own song lyrics or Beyblade yadda yadda
On with the story, hope you like it.
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Chapter one: Introduction
It was dark.
Very dark.
There had been a power cut. I could vaguely make out shadows creeping up on me across the room from the light of the candles. There were 4 left. Originally, there were 5. He was putting them out one by one.
"When all the candles go out, I'll find you" He declared, I heard him fall over and curse.
Stupid thing to say really, when all the candles are out, he won't be able to see. I moved over to the corner of the room and looked out of the small window, there was nobody in the grounds of the house, let alone anywhere near here.
If I called for help, no-body would hear me. We were in the loft after all. The door was locked; I had heard him doing it earlier. We were on the 5th floor, so I had no chance of jumping out the window and surviving, it was too small anyway.
Another candle went out.
There were 3 left, I was starting to get really worried now. Please let the power come back on, please. I could hear small noises, in the darkness, my ears had become more alert. The creak of a floorboard, the whisper of wind.
I jumped and hit my head on the low ceiling when there was a huge thunder clap. I felt a small trickle of blood run down my face from my head, where I had hit it. I wiped it off impatiently.
Rain splattered on the window. Lightning illuminated the room for a second. I ducked behind a chair, so he couldn't see me. I searched frantically for something to defend myself with, I knew that he was going to find me soon.
C'mon, there's gotta be something here. Nothing yet.
Another candle out. 2 left. I was frantic now; I picked up useless objects from the floor, a dog toy, biros, a playboy magazine, used tissues and other useless things. I searched my pockets. Gum, a few spare coins, my beyblade, tissues again. Ugh, why do I not have anything? I wasn't good enough at beyblading to significantly hurt him, my bit-beast was still weak from it's last battle.
I could hear him drawing closer, his breathing was harsh. I panicked, how did I get into this? How? I glanced around for a way out, nothing. More searching.
"One candle left now my darling" he called out, a hint of insanity in his tone.
What can I do? I suddenly found something hidden under the chair. I picked it up. Unfortunately, I had just picked up the blade of a knife. It created a deep wound in my palm. It hurt so much, I felt dizzy, my vision went blurry. I shook myself and quickly wiped my palm on my skirt, and I felt the blood seep through the cheap denim.
A knife? I wasn't expecting that, people didn't usually just keep sharp items in their lofts. Why did he need a knife? No need to ask questions now, I had a weapon.
A chill breeze came from the open window and blew the last candle out. I knew because he cried out in triumph. I heard his slow footsteps walking towards me, it seemed to take forever, everything was in slow motion.
A flash of lightning lit up the room, I could see him and he could definitely see me. He lumbered forwards, arms out-stretched, with an insane grin on his face.
"Come on, you know you want me" he sneered. Why did I ever agree to this?
The light disappeared again. I knew he was there, I could hear him, he was cackling. Why was he doing this?
I gripped the knife in my hand, it pressed against my wound, making me feel light-headed, but I must continue.
He came closer; his face was barely an inch from mine. I took one last deep breath and thrust the knife forward with the most strength that I could muster.
There was silence for a few seconds, and then I heard a loud thump and the lighting then came back on. I gasped. Why did the lights have to come back on now?
It hadn't been like this in the beginning, he was sweet and kind, always willing to please. Now look at him. I felt terrible was it me who made him like this? Was it my fault?
I'm not sure, let me see.....
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Yeah, do you think that there is any point in continuing? If so, please say, thanks.
Chapters will be longer in the future, and tell the story from the beginning, if there is any point in writing any more.
((~(^-^)~))
The chapters (not including 1st chapter) are named after the song by Christina Milian- 'When you look at me' other than that it really has nothing else to do with anything else.
It's a Beyblade fic, my second one, cos I did some joint one with KBA who now seems to be in a huge strop with me cos I called her a geek and la la. So apparently now she's changing all my chapters cos it's on her account so I decided to write a Beyblade fic of my own. It's set in Italy, so you can probably guess who's gonna star in it ^_^
Disclaimer- I don't own song lyrics or Beyblade yadda yadda
On with the story, hope you like it.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Chapter one: Introduction
It was dark.
Very dark.
There had been a power cut. I could vaguely make out shadows creeping up on me across the room from the light of the candles. There were 4 left. Originally, there were 5. He was putting them out one by one.
"When all the candles go out, I'll find you" He declared, I heard him fall over and curse.
Stupid thing to say really, when all the candles are out, he won't be able to see. I moved over to the corner of the room and looked out of the small window, there was nobody in the grounds of the house, let alone anywhere near here.
If I called for help, no-body would hear me. We were in the loft after all. The door was locked; I had heard him doing it earlier. We were on the 5th floor, so I had no chance of jumping out the window and surviving, it was too small anyway.
Another candle went out.
There were 3 left, I was starting to get really worried now. Please let the power come back on, please. I could hear small noises, in the darkness, my ears had become more alert. The creak of a floorboard, the whisper of wind.
I jumped and hit my head on the low ceiling when there was a huge thunder clap. I felt a small trickle of blood run down my face from my head, where I had hit it. I wiped it off impatiently.
Rain splattered on the window. Lightning illuminated the room for a second. I ducked behind a chair, so he couldn't see me. I searched frantically for something to defend myself with, I knew that he was going to find me soon.
C'mon, there's gotta be something here. Nothing yet.
Another candle out. 2 left. I was frantic now; I picked up useless objects from the floor, a dog toy, biros, a playboy magazine, used tissues and other useless things. I searched my pockets. Gum, a few spare coins, my beyblade, tissues again. Ugh, why do I not have anything? I wasn't good enough at beyblading to significantly hurt him, my bit-beast was still weak from it's last battle.
I could hear him drawing closer, his breathing was harsh. I panicked, how did I get into this? How? I glanced around for a way out, nothing. More searching.
"One candle left now my darling" he called out, a hint of insanity in his tone.
What can I do? I suddenly found something hidden under the chair. I picked it up. Unfortunately, I had just picked up the blade of a knife. It created a deep wound in my palm. It hurt so much, I felt dizzy, my vision went blurry. I shook myself and quickly wiped my palm on my skirt, and I felt the blood seep through the cheap denim.
A knife? I wasn't expecting that, people didn't usually just keep sharp items in their lofts. Why did he need a knife? No need to ask questions now, I had a weapon.
A chill breeze came from the open window and blew the last candle out. I knew because he cried out in triumph. I heard his slow footsteps walking towards me, it seemed to take forever, everything was in slow motion.
A flash of lightning lit up the room, I could see him and he could definitely see me. He lumbered forwards, arms out-stretched, with an insane grin on his face.
"Come on, you know you want me" he sneered. Why did I ever agree to this?
The light disappeared again. I knew he was there, I could hear him, he was cackling. Why was he doing this?
I gripped the knife in my hand, it pressed against my wound, making me feel light-headed, but I must continue.
He came closer; his face was barely an inch from mine. I took one last deep breath and thrust the knife forward with the most strength that I could muster.
There was silence for a few seconds, and then I heard a loud thump and the lighting then came back on. I gasped. Why did the lights have to come back on now?
It hadn't been like this in the beginning, he was sweet and kind, always willing to please. Now look at him. I felt terrible was it me who made him like this? Was it my fault?
I'm not sure, let me see.....
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Yeah, do you think that there is any point in continuing? If so, please say, thanks.
Chapters will be longer in the future, and tell the story from the beginning, if there is any point in writing any more.
((~(^-^)~))