Disclaimer: I don't (or want to) own The Ring. I think that I can deal
with the fact that The Ring is owned by DreamWorks and Gore Verbinski and
not me. Please read the Author's Note below!
A/N-I noticed that I made a big (and stupid) mistake: I made the title of my story 'She Destorys with Another' instead of 'She Destroys with Another.' Okay, so it's not THAT big, but I don't think 'destorys' is even a word....anyways, it's fixed! Also, I'm going to be going to North Carolina with my family/friends this Friday, and I won't be home for about a month. But, I will have a computer, so I'll try to write more....but if I don't, you'll know why.
Chapter 8-Torture
Eric's hands began to shake as he listened to Samara. "Everyone will suffer...." she whispered, before her voice disappeared. Eric massaged his scar, staring at the road ahead of him.
Eric noticed a few water drops on his windshield; it was beginning to rain. Eric turned on the radio and listened for the weather broadcast. "It looks like it's going to be a beautiful day! Everyone, go to the beach, don't stay inside watching TV, this is going to be a perfect day!"
Eric switched off the radio, shaking his head. The rain was beginning to fall ever harder. Eric reached for the windshield wiper button, and turned it on. The windshield wiper on the passenger side began to sway, but the one in front of him did not.
The rain began to pour even harder, the drops smacking on the roof of the truck. Eric couldn't see anything in front of him. He leaned over so that he could see out of the passenger side. Rachel stirred and Eric sat upright again.
Eric slowed the truck down, and reached his hand outside the truck, trying to get the windshield wiper to work again. He pushed on it with all of his strength, but it wouldn't budge. 'I wonder if there's anything stuck in the wiper,' he thought, reaching his whole arm out of the window, fidgeting with the wiper.
Finally, he found what was jamming it; a clump of grass. He pulled on it, until it finally came out, and the wiper started up.
Eric pulled his hand back into the truck, getting ready to throw the grass out of the window. He looked down at the clump of grass, and he froze. It wasn't a clump of grass at all! He was holding a clump of Samara's hair.
Eric gasped, and tried to throw it out the window, but the hair clung to him. It began to cut into his skin, making him cry out in pain. Rachel awoke to Eric's cry, quickly flicking on the light. She gaped at the clump of hair in Eric's hand. Eric began to shake. "Rachel," he stammered. "Please....get it off....of me...."
Rachel looked at his hand more closely, and saw a thin bloodline appearing around the hair. She gasped, and looked around the truck for something sharp. She looked in the pocket behind her seat and found a pair of scissors. "Perfect," she whispered. She tried to get the scissors underneath Samara's hair, but Eric's body took a violent jolt. "Try to stay still, Eric," she said, soothingly. "I have to get this off."
The blood on Eric's hand was increasing. Rachel quickly slipped the scissors underneath the hair, and cut down. The hair sliced in half and fell to the floor.
Rachel picked it up and threw it out of the truck. She looked back at Eric, who was still shaking, and staring down at his hand, which was still bleeding. Rachel ripped off a piece of her shirt and wrapped it around Eric's hand. "Thanks," Eric whispered.
Rachel smiled at him. "Do you think you can still drive?" she asked, taking his hand in hers.
Eric tensed up and took his hand back. "M-maybe," he mumbled, gently placing his hands on the wheel. As soon as his injured hand touched the wheel, he flinched, and took his hand back. "I don't think I can," he said, rubbing his hand.
Rachel looked at him. "Maybe I could drive," she requested.
Eric stifled a laugh. "I don't think you could. It's harder than it looks, you know."
"I know, but if you could help me...."
Eric looked into Rachel's eyes and saw that she was serious about it. He sighed and glanced at Aiden, who was still in a deep sleep. "Okay," he whispered, sliding over on the bench. Rachel smiled and climbed over him, grasping the wheel. Eric helped her start the truck, and get it moving.
Rachel drove slowly at first, but began to speed up. Eric smiled at her; she was doing a lot better than he had thought. She sped up a little more, so that they were doing about 70 MPH. Suddenly, she slammed into something, and heard a moan. She looked at Eric, who looked back at her. "What do you think that was?" asked Rachel.
"I don't know..should we go check?" Eric replied.
"I don't know..maybe we should. Do you have an umbrella and a flashlight?" Eric nodded, and handed her a big, orange umbrella, and got out a flashlight. Rachel opened the door and climbed out of the truck, Eric following closely behind. They both huddled under the umbrella and slowly walked around to the front of the truck.
Rachel saw a dark form lying on the ground and nudged Eric. He nodded, and switched on the flashlight. Rachel gasped at the sight. A horse was lying on the ground, dead, blood pooling around it. Rachel stared at the sight. Eric stared at it too, and began to walk over to the horse.
"Eric, NO!" she whispered. "A dead horse..it was on the video!"
Eric's eyes widened and he stepped back from the horse. He shined the flashlight over the horse's body, when Rachel saw something glowing on its neck. She handed the umbrella to Eric, and kneeled over the horse. She looked at the neck and reached her hand out to touch the glowing object.
As soon as her hand touched it, the horse snapped its eyes open and bit Rachel on the ankle. She cried out in pain, and fell to the ground, smacking her head on the cold, wet pavement. Eric rushed over and scooped her up, and ran back over to the truck. He set her on the bench next to Aiden, who had awoken. He stared at his unconscious mother, his eyes wide. "Eric? Did the little girl.."
"No, she's just unconscious," Eric replied, watching as the horse galloped off of the street. He looked Rachel over; her ankle was bleeding, as was her head. Eric looked at his hand, and began ripping pieces of his shirt off. He wrapped the pieces around Rachel's head and ankle.
Eric laid her head in his lap, and her feet across Aiden's lap. He began to drive, ignoring the pain in his hand.
Rachel looked calm on the outside, but was going insane on the inside..
-Rachel's Dream-
"LET ME OUT!!!" Rachel screamed, and began tearing at the padded walls. "PLEASE! MY SON IS GOING TO BE TAKEN AWAY FROM ME!!!!"
Rachel sat against the wall, her head in her hands. "Rachel," a voice whispered. Rachel jerked her head up and saw Samara standing in front of her. "Why are you running away? It would be so much easier if you would just let me have Aiden."
"NO!" Rachel screamed, standing up. "I HATE YOU, SAMARA! I HATE YOU!!!" She tried to attack Samara, but only went right through her. Rachel fell to the ground, staring up at Samara. "Why are you doing this?" she whispered.
"Because Rachel. I want Aiden, and I will have him. Besides, this chasing game is fun. Didn't you like my horse?"
Rachel shook her head, curling up into a ball, and squeezing her eyes shut. She heard the ear-pitching noise, and slowly opened her eyes.
The last thing she saw was Samara raising up a large object, and bringing it down with all her might..
To Be Continued..
A/N-Did you see the reference to Ringu I made? When the man hit Sadako over the head with a large object before throwing her into the well? Okay, well, that's the reference I was making. Review, no flames..same as always!
A/N-I noticed that I made a big (and stupid) mistake: I made the title of my story 'She Destorys with Another' instead of 'She Destroys with Another.' Okay, so it's not THAT big, but I don't think 'destorys' is even a word....anyways, it's fixed! Also, I'm going to be going to North Carolina with my family/friends this Friday, and I won't be home for about a month. But, I will have a computer, so I'll try to write more....but if I don't, you'll know why.
Chapter 8-Torture
Eric's hands began to shake as he listened to Samara. "Everyone will suffer...." she whispered, before her voice disappeared. Eric massaged his scar, staring at the road ahead of him.
Eric noticed a few water drops on his windshield; it was beginning to rain. Eric turned on the radio and listened for the weather broadcast. "It looks like it's going to be a beautiful day! Everyone, go to the beach, don't stay inside watching TV, this is going to be a perfect day!"
Eric switched off the radio, shaking his head. The rain was beginning to fall ever harder. Eric reached for the windshield wiper button, and turned it on. The windshield wiper on the passenger side began to sway, but the one in front of him did not.
The rain began to pour even harder, the drops smacking on the roof of the truck. Eric couldn't see anything in front of him. He leaned over so that he could see out of the passenger side. Rachel stirred and Eric sat upright again.
Eric slowed the truck down, and reached his hand outside the truck, trying to get the windshield wiper to work again. He pushed on it with all of his strength, but it wouldn't budge. 'I wonder if there's anything stuck in the wiper,' he thought, reaching his whole arm out of the window, fidgeting with the wiper.
Finally, he found what was jamming it; a clump of grass. He pulled on it, until it finally came out, and the wiper started up.
Eric pulled his hand back into the truck, getting ready to throw the grass out of the window. He looked down at the clump of grass, and he froze. It wasn't a clump of grass at all! He was holding a clump of Samara's hair.
Eric gasped, and tried to throw it out the window, but the hair clung to him. It began to cut into his skin, making him cry out in pain. Rachel awoke to Eric's cry, quickly flicking on the light. She gaped at the clump of hair in Eric's hand. Eric began to shake. "Rachel," he stammered. "Please....get it off....of me...."
Rachel looked at his hand more closely, and saw a thin bloodline appearing around the hair. She gasped, and looked around the truck for something sharp. She looked in the pocket behind her seat and found a pair of scissors. "Perfect," she whispered. She tried to get the scissors underneath Samara's hair, but Eric's body took a violent jolt. "Try to stay still, Eric," she said, soothingly. "I have to get this off."
The blood on Eric's hand was increasing. Rachel quickly slipped the scissors underneath the hair, and cut down. The hair sliced in half and fell to the floor.
Rachel picked it up and threw it out of the truck. She looked back at Eric, who was still shaking, and staring down at his hand, which was still bleeding. Rachel ripped off a piece of her shirt and wrapped it around Eric's hand. "Thanks," Eric whispered.
Rachel smiled at him. "Do you think you can still drive?" she asked, taking his hand in hers.
Eric tensed up and took his hand back. "M-maybe," he mumbled, gently placing his hands on the wheel. As soon as his injured hand touched the wheel, he flinched, and took his hand back. "I don't think I can," he said, rubbing his hand.
Rachel looked at him. "Maybe I could drive," she requested.
Eric stifled a laugh. "I don't think you could. It's harder than it looks, you know."
"I know, but if you could help me...."
Eric looked into Rachel's eyes and saw that she was serious about it. He sighed and glanced at Aiden, who was still in a deep sleep. "Okay," he whispered, sliding over on the bench. Rachel smiled and climbed over him, grasping the wheel. Eric helped her start the truck, and get it moving.
Rachel drove slowly at first, but began to speed up. Eric smiled at her; she was doing a lot better than he had thought. She sped up a little more, so that they were doing about 70 MPH. Suddenly, she slammed into something, and heard a moan. She looked at Eric, who looked back at her. "What do you think that was?" asked Rachel.
"I don't know..should we go check?" Eric replied.
"I don't know..maybe we should. Do you have an umbrella and a flashlight?" Eric nodded, and handed her a big, orange umbrella, and got out a flashlight. Rachel opened the door and climbed out of the truck, Eric following closely behind. They both huddled under the umbrella and slowly walked around to the front of the truck.
Rachel saw a dark form lying on the ground and nudged Eric. He nodded, and switched on the flashlight. Rachel gasped at the sight. A horse was lying on the ground, dead, blood pooling around it. Rachel stared at the sight. Eric stared at it too, and began to walk over to the horse.
"Eric, NO!" she whispered. "A dead horse..it was on the video!"
Eric's eyes widened and he stepped back from the horse. He shined the flashlight over the horse's body, when Rachel saw something glowing on its neck. She handed the umbrella to Eric, and kneeled over the horse. She looked at the neck and reached her hand out to touch the glowing object.
As soon as her hand touched it, the horse snapped its eyes open and bit Rachel on the ankle. She cried out in pain, and fell to the ground, smacking her head on the cold, wet pavement. Eric rushed over and scooped her up, and ran back over to the truck. He set her on the bench next to Aiden, who had awoken. He stared at his unconscious mother, his eyes wide. "Eric? Did the little girl.."
"No, she's just unconscious," Eric replied, watching as the horse galloped off of the street. He looked Rachel over; her ankle was bleeding, as was her head. Eric looked at his hand, and began ripping pieces of his shirt off. He wrapped the pieces around Rachel's head and ankle.
Eric laid her head in his lap, and her feet across Aiden's lap. He began to drive, ignoring the pain in his hand.
Rachel looked calm on the outside, but was going insane on the inside..
-Rachel's Dream-
"LET ME OUT!!!" Rachel screamed, and began tearing at the padded walls. "PLEASE! MY SON IS GOING TO BE TAKEN AWAY FROM ME!!!!"
Rachel sat against the wall, her head in her hands. "Rachel," a voice whispered. Rachel jerked her head up and saw Samara standing in front of her. "Why are you running away? It would be so much easier if you would just let me have Aiden."
"NO!" Rachel screamed, standing up. "I HATE YOU, SAMARA! I HATE YOU!!!" She tried to attack Samara, but only went right through her. Rachel fell to the ground, staring up at Samara. "Why are you doing this?" she whispered.
"Because Rachel. I want Aiden, and I will have him. Besides, this chasing game is fun. Didn't you like my horse?"
Rachel shook her head, curling up into a ball, and squeezing her eyes shut. She heard the ear-pitching noise, and slowly opened her eyes.
The last thing she saw was Samara raising up a large object, and bringing it down with all her might..
To Be Continued..
A/N-Did you see the reference to Ringu I made? When the man hit Sadako over the head with a large object before throwing her into the well? Okay, well, that's the reference I was making. Review, no flames..same as always!