Disclaimer-Alright let me put it this way: The day I own The Ring is the
day that my Algebra class doesn't make me fall asleep. Okay, well that
wasn't the best metaphor, but trust me....I DO NOT own The Ring...I love
making these disclaimers long...
A/N-Yea!! They finally put a Ring/Ringu section on ff.net. I really have no more to say....there's a first, huh? Oh, wait, yes I do! Sorry, I got your hopes up there. My English class is learning the "rules of writing," so, hopefully, my grammar will be better. I have no idea why I told you all that....I just wanted to let you know. Oh, and thanks to all of my reviewers (Druscilla Black, Icy Guardian, and cream_cheese_girl), and please make sure that you review this chapter as well.
Chapter 15-An Important Game To Win
Rachel grabbed Aiden by the hand and sprinted foreword, as the ring in the sky grew larger and larger. She glanced back at the sky, up at the coal- black circle. She gasped as a large bolt of lightning shot across one side of the ring to the other.
As a crash of thunder filled her ears, Rachel snapped her head foreword and saw two headlights coming directly at her. She looked behind her, and saw a small form emerging from the smoke, which was spilling out of the car. Thinking fast, Rachel jumped in front of the car, which screeched to a halt about two inches from her.
A woman stuck her head out of the window and looked angrily at Rachel. "What the hell is wrong with you?" she snapped. "I almost hit you!" Rachel could hear the women mutter "bitch" under her breath.
Rachel snapped her head back around and could just barely make out Samara's features. Seeing her was enough of a push; Rachel ran around to the side of the Sudan, pulling Aiden around with her. With one quick movement, she threw the door open and pulled the woman, who, reaching a height of about five foot three, wasn't difficult to lift, out of the car.
The woman thrashed around, trying to break out of Rachel's grip. Rachel hung on tightly to the woman's jacket, and threw her to the ground. The woman landed hard on her left side, releasing a groan as soon as she hit the pavement. Rachel sat in the driver's seat and pulled Aiden over to the passenger's seat. "Put on your seatbelt," she muttered, as her own seatbelt clicked.
Since the car was still running, Rachel merely had to put all of her weight on the accelerator to take off. The last image she saw before the car began to move was the woman hauling herself off of the ground, blood slowly dripping out of a cut on her arm, where the pavement had scratched her. The woman took off after her car, which was heading in the same direction where Rachel's car had crashed.
Rachel's eyebrows furrowed as she noticed that the woman apparently could not see the black ring in the sky, nor the crashed car. As Rachel passed Samara, she saw in the rear-view mirror that the woman could, without a doubt, see Samara. The woman slowed as she came within three feet of the little girl, confusion filling her features. The last thing Rachel saw before she turned the corner was a mixture of pain and fear washing over the woman's face.
"Mom," murmured Aiden. "If we want to go to the psychiatric hospital, we have to go in the opposite direction."
Rachel moaned inwardly as she turned the car around. "Thanks honey." Her stomach began to flip around in her stomach as she turned around the corner. "What the-?" The smoke ring was gone, along with the car. Rachel looked around. "Where are they?" she asked aloud.
She glanced to her right, around the ditch, silently praying that she wouldn't see any trace of Samara. Everything was perfectly still; there was no wind blowing, the trees stood as though they were frozen. It was dead quiet. So quiet that there was a ringing in Rachel's ears. She continued to drive, but it appeared that everything outside of the car was moving in slow motion.
The car went around the turn in the road where Eric had met his demise. As soon as they were safely around the corner, Rachel turned her head to the left....and was met with a horrible sight; the woman whose car she had stolen was, literally, impressed into the rock side on the side of the road. Her mouth was, of course, agape, and her eyes were filled with a black nothingness.
The sight of a woman being compressed into the rocky mountain side made Rachel sick to her stomach. She looked away, nausea overpowering her senses. Aiden had also noticed the woman in the mountainside, but it did not cause him to be sick, or even upset that Samara had killed again; he felt amused, as if what Samara had done was a clever prank on her behalf, and seeing the fear in the woman's features gave him a sense of power, making him want to do the same to another person. Aiden shook his head, getting rid of the horrible emotions he was feeling.
As Rachel's nausea passed, she noticed that Samara was nowhere in sight. 'Maybe she doesn't need Aiden anymore,' she thought, hopefully. 'Maybe she's going to leave us alone. Oh please, God, let that be the case.' Rachel continued to peer out of the car windows, still not seeing any trace of Samara what-so-ever. She sighed deeply, the butterflies in her stomach ceasing to flap.
"Mom, she didn't give up." Rachel turned her head to look at her son. The dark circles under his eyes becoming more black and vivid as he looked back up at her. "She's just waiting to strike again. She knows where we're going and she thinks it's funny that you think that the psychiatric hospital is going to save you."
"Oh does she?" said Rachel, sarcastically. "Well if she thinks it's so funny, she can just follow us to the place where her childhood finally collapsed all around her." Rachel said the last nine words of her sentence loudly, as though she believed Samara was listening to their conversation at that very minute. She rubbed her temple; it seemed that her headaches had been coming more often since Noah's message. Noah....Rachel missed him dearly. His sarcastic comments, his childlike nature, his smile....she had never noticed how much she had loved those wonderful, and yet very annoying, traits Noah had possessed.
Tears welled in her eyes, slowly making their way down her face. "M-Mom?" said Aiden shakily.
"I'm sorry, honey," replied Rachel, reaching up to wipe away the tears. She looked back down at her hand and gasped. There were not clear tears in her hand but streaks of blood. Rachel looked in her mirror. Her face was covered with red, sticky blood. The sight was so horrid that Rachel began to cry again. New lines of blood began rolling down her face and into the corner of her mouth. Rachel winced at the disgusting taste of the blood, spitting it onto the dashboard.
As soon as the blood hit the dashboard, it began to fizz, as though it had turned into acid (*A/N: I got this idea after watching "A Nightmare on Elm Street 5: The Dream Child" this weekend. I'll tell you how it relates at the end of this chapter, okay?*). Rachel struggled for breath, trying to make the blood-tears stop flowing from her eyes. She squeezed her eyes shut and slowed the car down. Her eyelids opened and she looked into her reflection....her face was perfectly clean, no trace of blood whatsoever.
Rachel stared at her reflection for a few seconds, trying to comprehend what had happened when she heard Aiden's frightened voice once again. "M- Mom, go now!" Without even looking around for Samara, Rachel slammed her foot on the pedal and the car sped forward, covering Samara in dust. As soon as the dust cleared, Samara had disappeared once again.
Rachel stared ahead, at a loss for words. What was Samara doing? Aiden had said that this was all a game to her. Was making Rachel cry blood another fun part of the game, like winning her money in a game of poker? If that was so, Rachel was slowly running out of chips. What would happen when she was left with nothing and Samara had it all? Rachel shuddered at the thought of what Samara would do to her. Samara was especially mad at Rachel now; she had taken away the one item Samara had really wanted. What kind of horrible death would Rachel endure?
Rachel pushed all traces of the "what if" thought out of her mind and concentrated on winning this game Samara had created for them..
Her heart pounded. The memory of that woman in the mountainside would not get out of her mind. Samara had killed another person, another person to be on Rachel's conscience. That woman, Bill from the boat rental shop, Eric, Noah..and there were probably many others that Rachel did not even know about.
Even with all of this guilt surging through her mind, there was still something she did not understand. "Aiden?" she asked, quietly. Aiden looked at her. "Why does Samara still want you to kill with her? I mean, she can already kill everyone on Earth without them even needing to see the video. Why is she doing this?"
"They're not really dead. Not all of them, I mean. Eric is dead because he was so distracted in his thoughts about her that he accidentally ran off of the road. The little girl didn't really kill Eric. That woman isn't really dead. She's going to come back because she didn't kill herself or see the tape. She just saw Samara. Samara doesn't want to kill anyone who hasn't seen the tape. Like you told Noah, 'She just wanted to be heard.'"
Rachel didn't bother to ask how Aiden knew that she had said that to Noah. She grinded her teeth together, trying her best to understand what her son had told her. "And Bill from the boat shop..is he still alive?"
Aiden took in a deep breath, as if he were literally asking Samara if Bill was alive. "Yes," he said after a few seconds. "Apparently, he woke up in his rental shop with no idea of what happened."
Rachel nodded, but she still felt that Noah and Eric's death were because of her. SHE had shown Noah the tape. SHE had not gotten to him in time to save him. SHE had dragged Eric into this whole nightmare. If SHE had not allowed Samara to get inside her mind, Eric wouldn't have had to drive and he wouldn't have died. Eric..where did he go?
"Aiden, what happened to Eric's body?"
A pause. "I think he is lying on the road a few miles away from where we crashed."
Rachel nodded. "Hopefully he will have some family nearby.."
Her sentence was cut off with a loud BANG!
To Be Continued..
A/N-Okay, like I said before, here's the part where I say where I got the idea for that one part. Last weekend, I saw "A Nightmare on Elm Street 5- The Dream Child," and there is one part where Freddy sprays champagne on the dashboard of a car and it turns into acid and fizzes or something like that. I know it's not a big thing, but I just wanted to say where I got the idea and I can't afford any lawsuits.
Review now, please!
A/N-Yea!! They finally put a Ring/Ringu section on ff.net. I really have no more to say....there's a first, huh? Oh, wait, yes I do! Sorry, I got your hopes up there. My English class is learning the "rules of writing," so, hopefully, my grammar will be better. I have no idea why I told you all that....I just wanted to let you know. Oh, and thanks to all of my reviewers (Druscilla Black, Icy Guardian, and cream_cheese_girl), and please make sure that you review this chapter as well.
Chapter 15-An Important Game To Win
Rachel grabbed Aiden by the hand and sprinted foreword, as the ring in the sky grew larger and larger. She glanced back at the sky, up at the coal- black circle. She gasped as a large bolt of lightning shot across one side of the ring to the other.
As a crash of thunder filled her ears, Rachel snapped her head foreword and saw two headlights coming directly at her. She looked behind her, and saw a small form emerging from the smoke, which was spilling out of the car. Thinking fast, Rachel jumped in front of the car, which screeched to a halt about two inches from her.
A woman stuck her head out of the window and looked angrily at Rachel. "What the hell is wrong with you?" she snapped. "I almost hit you!" Rachel could hear the women mutter "bitch" under her breath.
Rachel snapped her head back around and could just barely make out Samara's features. Seeing her was enough of a push; Rachel ran around to the side of the Sudan, pulling Aiden around with her. With one quick movement, she threw the door open and pulled the woman, who, reaching a height of about five foot three, wasn't difficult to lift, out of the car.
The woman thrashed around, trying to break out of Rachel's grip. Rachel hung on tightly to the woman's jacket, and threw her to the ground. The woman landed hard on her left side, releasing a groan as soon as she hit the pavement. Rachel sat in the driver's seat and pulled Aiden over to the passenger's seat. "Put on your seatbelt," she muttered, as her own seatbelt clicked.
Since the car was still running, Rachel merely had to put all of her weight on the accelerator to take off. The last image she saw before the car began to move was the woman hauling herself off of the ground, blood slowly dripping out of a cut on her arm, where the pavement had scratched her. The woman took off after her car, which was heading in the same direction where Rachel's car had crashed.
Rachel's eyebrows furrowed as she noticed that the woman apparently could not see the black ring in the sky, nor the crashed car. As Rachel passed Samara, she saw in the rear-view mirror that the woman could, without a doubt, see Samara. The woman slowed as she came within three feet of the little girl, confusion filling her features. The last thing Rachel saw before she turned the corner was a mixture of pain and fear washing over the woman's face.
"Mom," murmured Aiden. "If we want to go to the psychiatric hospital, we have to go in the opposite direction."
Rachel moaned inwardly as she turned the car around. "Thanks honey." Her stomach began to flip around in her stomach as she turned around the corner. "What the-?" The smoke ring was gone, along with the car. Rachel looked around. "Where are they?" she asked aloud.
She glanced to her right, around the ditch, silently praying that she wouldn't see any trace of Samara. Everything was perfectly still; there was no wind blowing, the trees stood as though they were frozen. It was dead quiet. So quiet that there was a ringing in Rachel's ears. She continued to drive, but it appeared that everything outside of the car was moving in slow motion.
The car went around the turn in the road where Eric had met his demise. As soon as they were safely around the corner, Rachel turned her head to the left....and was met with a horrible sight; the woman whose car she had stolen was, literally, impressed into the rock side on the side of the road. Her mouth was, of course, agape, and her eyes were filled with a black nothingness.
The sight of a woman being compressed into the rocky mountain side made Rachel sick to her stomach. She looked away, nausea overpowering her senses. Aiden had also noticed the woman in the mountainside, but it did not cause him to be sick, or even upset that Samara had killed again; he felt amused, as if what Samara had done was a clever prank on her behalf, and seeing the fear in the woman's features gave him a sense of power, making him want to do the same to another person. Aiden shook his head, getting rid of the horrible emotions he was feeling.
As Rachel's nausea passed, she noticed that Samara was nowhere in sight. 'Maybe she doesn't need Aiden anymore,' she thought, hopefully. 'Maybe she's going to leave us alone. Oh please, God, let that be the case.' Rachel continued to peer out of the car windows, still not seeing any trace of Samara what-so-ever. She sighed deeply, the butterflies in her stomach ceasing to flap.
"Mom, she didn't give up." Rachel turned her head to look at her son. The dark circles under his eyes becoming more black and vivid as he looked back up at her. "She's just waiting to strike again. She knows where we're going and she thinks it's funny that you think that the psychiatric hospital is going to save you."
"Oh does she?" said Rachel, sarcastically. "Well if she thinks it's so funny, she can just follow us to the place where her childhood finally collapsed all around her." Rachel said the last nine words of her sentence loudly, as though she believed Samara was listening to their conversation at that very minute. She rubbed her temple; it seemed that her headaches had been coming more often since Noah's message. Noah....Rachel missed him dearly. His sarcastic comments, his childlike nature, his smile....she had never noticed how much she had loved those wonderful, and yet very annoying, traits Noah had possessed.
Tears welled in her eyes, slowly making their way down her face. "M-Mom?" said Aiden shakily.
"I'm sorry, honey," replied Rachel, reaching up to wipe away the tears. She looked back down at her hand and gasped. There were not clear tears in her hand but streaks of blood. Rachel looked in her mirror. Her face was covered with red, sticky blood. The sight was so horrid that Rachel began to cry again. New lines of blood began rolling down her face and into the corner of her mouth. Rachel winced at the disgusting taste of the blood, spitting it onto the dashboard.
As soon as the blood hit the dashboard, it began to fizz, as though it had turned into acid (*A/N: I got this idea after watching "A Nightmare on Elm Street 5: The Dream Child" this weekend. I'll tell you how it relates at the end of this chapter, okay?*). Rachel struggled for breath, trying to make the blood-tears stop flowing from her eyes. She squeezed her eyes shut and slowed the car down. Her eyelids opened and she looked into her reflection....her face was perfectly clean, no trace of blood whatsoever.
Rachel stared at her reflection for a few seconds, trying to comprehend what had happened when she heard Aiden's frightened voice once again. "M- Mom, go now!" Without even looking around for Samara, Rachel slammed her foot on the pedal and the car sped forward, covering Samara in dust. As soon as the dust cleared, Samara had disappeared once again.
Rachel stared ahead, at a loss for words. What was Samara doing? Aiden had said that this was all a game to her. Was making Rachel cry blood another fun part of the game, like winning her money in a game of poker? If that was so, Rachel was slowly running out of chips. What would happen when she was left with nothing and Samara had it all? Rachel shuddered at the thought of what Samara would do to her. Samara was especially mad at Rachel now; she had taken away the one item Samara had really wanted. What kind of horrible death would Rachel endure?
Rachel pushed all traces of the "what if" thought out of her mind and concentrated on winning this game Samara had created for them..
Her heart pounded. The memory of that woman in the mountainside would not get out of her mind. Samara had killed another person, another person to be on Rachel's conscience. That woman, Bill from the boat rental shop, Eric, Noah..and there were probably many others that Rachel did not even know about.
Even with all of this guilt surging through her mind, there was still something she did not understand. "Aiden?" she asked, quietly. Aiden looked at her. "Why does Samara still want you to kill with her? I mean, she can already kill everyone on Earth without them even needing to see the video. Why is she doing this?"
"They're not really dead. Not all of them, I mean. Eric is dead because he was so distracted in his thoughts about her that he accidentally ran off of the road. The little girl didn't really kill Eric. That woman isn't really dead. She's going to come back because she didn't kill herself or see the tape. She just saw Samara. Samara doesn't want to kill anyone who hasn't seen the tape. Like you told Noah, 'She just wanted to be heard.'"
Rachel didn't bother to ask how Aiden knew that she had said that to Noah. She grinded her teeth together, trying her best to understand what her son had told her. "And Bill from the boat shop..is he still alive?"
Aiden took in a deep breath, as if he were literally asking Samara if Bill was alive. "Yes," he said after a few seconds. "Apparently, he woke up in his rental shop with no idea of what happened."
Rachel nodded, but she still felt that Noah and Eric's death were because of her. SHE had shown Noah the tape. SHE had not gotten to him in time to save him. SHE had dragged Eric into this whole nightmare. If SHE had not allowed Samara to get inside her mind, Eric wouldn't have had to drive and he wouldn't have died. Eric..where did he go?
"Aiden, what happened to Eric's body?"
A pause. "I think he is lying on the road a few miles away from where we crashed."
Rachel nodded. "Hopefully he will have some family nearby.."
Her sentence was cut off with a loud BANG!
To Be Continued..
A/N-Okay, like I said before, here's the part where I say where I got the idea for that one part. Last weekend, I saw "A Nightmare on Elm Street 5- The Dream Child," and there is one part where Freddy sprays champagne on the dashboard of a car and it turns into acid and fizzes or something like that. I know it's not a big thing, but I just wanted to say where I got the idea and I can't afford any lawsuits.
Review now, please!