The idea for this one just came to me one night. I don't know whether I'll
keep going or not. It'll probably depend on reviews, so R+R if ya like it.
I was walking in the patch of bushland near my house, when Greg tried to attack me. The entirely normalness of the day had lulled me, leading me to ignore the sounds of his approach. Stupid, I should have known that after I rejected him so publicly that his pride would have made him do something. So begins my story, on a sunny day when it seemed nothing could go wrong.
Where I live is right near a National Park, and I'd decided to go for a picnic and read my book. I'd been stressing so much over my exams that I needed to calm down. When I got home from school, I changed into my bushwhacking clothes and packed a backpack with all the stuff I'd need. Mobile, a large drink bottle full of water, food, my book, and a first aid kit. I am smart enough to realize that in summer, particularly in Australia, snakes are more prone to biting then ever. I did not want to die from a snakebite. There are too many types of poisonous snakes round here. I wrote a note for my mother, telling her where I was going and when I expected to be back. Can't be too careful around here. Not only is the bush dangerous, but the people can be too. Unfortunately, I forgot that.
"Sunshine, on my window, makes me happy, like I should be." I sing as I walk in the isolated bush. "Umm, la la la! I can never remember all the words. Ah well, where should I have my pic-a-nic? Picanic baskets!" I laugh, I am so glad to be not worrying. Then Greg blunders out from behind me. Greg is a guy that goes to my school. He believes that he is irresistible to women, so when I laughed in his face in front of all his friends and then kneed him in the groin when he tried to kiss me, it was unavoidable that he would do something. Ah males, and their testosterone fuelled egos. What would we do without them?
"Caitlyn, you didn't mean what you said, right? You know you want me, all the girls do." His voice slurs over the words. I wrinkle my nose, what'd he do, fall in a brewer's vat or something? He reeks! He stumbles towards me, arms outstretched to catch me. I back away, if Greg got me in a clinch I'd be stuffed. He's built like a bear, and hairy like one as well. Probably why he does so well at footie (Australian Rules).
"Fuck off Greg. I don't want to be your girlfriend, and honestly the thought of sleeping with you is disgusting. Go away, and I won't tell on you." Like hell I won't. I am going to the police for a restraining order or something, when I get out of this. I back away more as he advances.
"You don' mean that. C'mere and I'll show you how wrong you are. Come here, pussycat. Oh god, Caitlyn, you don't know what you do to me." Now, he starts to whine. Christ, is there anything so pathetic as an almost man bawling? And pussycat? What has he been watching? I'd say he'd reading Mills and Boone's, but I'm not sure if he can read. In my thinking I shut him out a little bit, and he gets close enough to reach me. His slobbering mouth descends on mine, his tongue pushing its way in. So disgusting! His breath is strong enough to kill a horse, or some other large mammal. One of his hands is gripping my brown shoulder length hair painfully. I can't move, can't breathe! His other hand is groping my front, and then it slides underneath my top to fondle my breast. Dear God, this is so bad, and I can't think what to do! So I bite his tongue in my mouth really, really hard. He gives a half strangled cry, then withdraws clutching his mouth. He has tears in his eyes, I critically notice.
Still holding my hair he starts to undo my jeans. I kick at him frantically, and one of my feet connects with his groin. Thank God! Another moaning gasp, and he sinks to his knees. I follow him down, my neck twisting. What in hell do I have to do to make him let go of my hair? I turn my head around and lunge for his arm. I bite it, grinding my teeth. So unclean!
"AAAAHHHH! You fuckin' bitch!" He cries out in pain and he lets go of my hair to cradle his injured arm. I spit violently, trying to rid my mouth of the copper taste. I'm free! I jump to my feet and start to run, my backpack jerking on my back. "I'm gonna get you, Caitlyn!" I turn back to see him rise to his feet and begin to follow me. Christ, how thick is this guy? It must be all those head on tackles. They've affected his brain. When a girl bites you, knees you in the groin and bites your tongue, wouldn't that say to you that she means 'no'? To me it does, which merely confirms my idea that football leads to brain damage. I can still hear Greg crashing around behind me, so I keep running.
Can he climb trees? I don't think so, accordingly I start looking for a tree to climb. Hmmm, that's odd, the gums are thinning out and all these European trees are growing. They look older then a couple of hundred years too. A large oak is right in front of me, difficult to climb, but nice and tall. I shinny up it like a frightened cat. I scramble up to near the top, and pause for a look around. I can't see him.wait! There, a blond head walks out of the bush. Greg is blond, so it's probably him.
"Go home, Greg! I'm calling the police now, so just fuck off! Go fucking away! I'm going to see you arrested for attempted rape, so fuck off, ya wanker!" I get my mobile out of my bag. It's got no service! It's alive, but it won't let me ring anyone! What else could go wrong today? The person I think is Greg shows no sign of stopping and continues until he's standing underneath my tree. I press my palm against the tree and silently ask for help. Trees like me, what can I say? The leaves rustle around me, and I see that one strong branch points to another tree. I thank the tree and go around to the branch.
I take a deep breath, and walk out along it. I bounce gently, it's nice and springy. I increase my bounces until I judge the time is right. Thank God for gymnastics! I leap out of the tree yelling "Dear sweet mother of God!" as I somersault neatly and coming out of it spread myself out to try and control my rate of descent, as I watch the tree that is advancing towards me. I stretch my fingers towards the branches, and latch onto them, the bark stinging my hands. "Phew! I am so glad to be alive right now." I whisper softly. Then I yell back to Greg "Nyahh, nyahh, ni nyahh na! I beat you, so sod off, ya fuckin' dickhead!" I can see the figure's upturned pale face, and then it raises a bow. A bow?! What is this? "Hey, if I spoiled your movie scene, or whatever, I'm sorry! I didn't know anything was going on." Jesus, he's still aiming at me! This guy must be seriously pissed! Can I jump again? I ask the tree, pressing a palm against its cool bark. The tree is happy to see the guy. Trees normally don't like people, it's the whole axe cutting them down type of thing. Therefore, if the tree likes them, I might like them too. I yell down to the figure, whom I know now is not Greg because he's wearing green, not red. "Alright, I'm coming down, so don't shoot me or something, ok?" Slowly I come down out of the tree.
"Who are you, and what are you doing here?" So unfriendly, and he's dressed really weird. Like something out of the Lord of the Rings movie. His blond hair is tied back out of his face. What?! His ears are pointed! Oh Jesus.
"Do you mind pointing the arrow elsewhere?" Gradually, he lowers the bow, still ready but at least it's not pointing directly at me. "My name is Caitlyn, and I was out walking until this total dropkick from my school tried to rape me, so I hurt him and ran away. Cool costume, are you shooting a movie, or a documentary or something? Anyway, if this is private land, I'm sorry but I wasn't exactly looking for any signs." The Government rents out land in Parks sometimes. So I've probably stumbled onto a movie, or a Medieval re-enactment Club.
"What are you doing in the woods of Rivendell, human? There are no towns of Men near here for several days ride." Did I just hear this guy correctly? Rivendell? I smooth my hair back, exposing my ears. "Milady, I was unaware that you were Elven." His attitude goes from paranoiac hostility to one of surprised pleasure. Several other men dressed like the one in front of me step out from the trees. Elven? What is this guy on?
"I'm not Elven!" I laugh.
"Then, why are your ears like ours?" Hesitantly, I touch my ears. I do have pointed ears; I've been teased constantly about them. Freak! Screams an ugly memory. Fairy! Devil! My mother had always told me I got them from my father, the one I can't remember. He died in a car accident before I was born. I look a lot like him, judging from the photographs.
"They're a dominant inherited family trait. My father had ears like mine. So?"
"From which lands do you hail?"
"Lands? I come from Australia, specifically the bit near Sydney." Why doesn't this guy know any of this? We're in the Ku-ring-gai National Park for God's sake. I didn't run that far.Did I? The guy's eyes are narrowed in surprise and suspicion now. What did I do now?
"Why are you wearing such outlandish costume? Who are you really? " What was that, that he said? I've never heard any language like that, except.a niggling memory plucks at me. Tolkien! Lord of the Rings! This is Middle Earth, and these are Elves. What has happened to me?
I straighten my back and stare haughtily at him. "I think that I need to see Lord Elrond. And Gandalf the Grey, he who you call Mithrindar. There is something wrong here, something of the Shadow." That snaps them, I can see it on their faces. Total shock with a touch of fear. The first Elf barks an order at the other Elves and they encircle me. We move out, towards the north.
I like this story more as I go on. Caitlyn is quite a good character I think. Well, R+R all peoples! means Elvish, as I know like no Elvish at all!
I was walking in the patch of bushland near my house, when Greg tried to attack me. The entirely normalness of the day had lulled me, leading me to ignore the sounds of his approach. Stupid, I should have known that after I rejected him so publicly that his pride would have made him do something. So begins my story, on a sunny day when it seemed nothing could go wrong.
Where I live is right near a National Park, and I'd decided to go for a picnic and read my book. I'd been stressing so much over my exams that I needed to calm down. When I got home from school, I changed into my bushwhacking clothes and packed a backpack with all the stuff I'd need. Mobile, a large drink bottle full of water, food, my book, and a first aid kit. I am smart enough to realize that in summer, particularly in Australia, snakes are more prone to biting then ever. I did not want to die from a snakebite. There are too many types of poisonous snakes round here. I wrote a note for my mother, telling her where I was going and when I expected to be back. Can't be too careful around here. Not only is the bush dangerous, but the people can be too. Unfortunately, I forgot that.
"Sunshine, on my window, makes me happy, like I should be." I sing as I walk in the isolated bush. "Umm, la la la! I can never remember all the words. Ah well, where should I have my pic-a-nic? Picanic baskets!" I laugh, I am so glad to be not worrying. Then Greg blunders out from behind me. Greg is a guy that goes to my school. He believes that he is irresistible to women, so when I laughed in his face in front of all his friends and then kneed him in the groin when he tried to kiss me, it was unavoidable that he would do something. Ah males, and their testosterone fuelled egos. What would we do without them?
"Caitlyn, you didn't mean what you said, right? You know you want me, all the girls do." His voice slurs over the words. I wrinkle my nose, what'd he do, fall in a brewer's vat or something? He reeks! He stumbles towards me, arms outstretched to catch me. I back away, if Greg got me in a clinch I'd be stuffed. He's built like a bear, and hairy like one as well. Probably why he does so well at footie (Australian Rules).
"Fuck off Greg. I don't want to be your girlfriend, and honestly the thought of sleeping with you is disgusting. Go away, and I won't tell on you." Like hell I won't. I am going to the police for a restraining order or something, when I get out of this. I back away more as he advances.
"You don' mean that. C'mere and I'll show you how wrong you are. Come here, pussycat. Oh god, Caitlyn, you don't know what you do to me." Now, he starts to whine. Christ, is there anything so pathetic as an almost man bawling? And pussycat? What has he been watching? I'd say he'd reading Mills and Boone's, but I'm not sure if he can read. In my thinking I shut him out a little bit, and he gets close enough to reach me. His slobbering mouth descends on mine, his tongue pushing its way in. So disgusting! His breath is strong enough to kill a horse, or some other large mammal. One of his hands is gripping my brown shoulder length hair painfully. I can't move, can't breathe! His other hand is groping my front, and then it slides underneath my top to fondle my breast. Dear God, this is so bad, and I can't think what to do! So I bite his tongue in my mouth really, really hard. He gives a half strangled cry, then withdraws clutching his mouth. He has tears in his eyes, I critically notice.
Still holding my hair he starts to undo my jeans. I kick at him frantically, and one of my feet connects with his groin. Thank God! Another moaning gasp, and he sinks to his knees. I follow him down, my neck twisting. What in hell do I have to do to make him let go of my hair? I turn my head around and lunge for his arm. I bite it, grinding my teeth. So unclean!
"AAAAHHHH! You fuckin' bitch!" He cries out in pain and he lets go of my hair to cradle his injured arm. I spit violently, trying to rid my mouth of the copper taste. I'm free! I jump to my feet and start to run, my backpack jerking on my back. "I'm gonna get you, Caitlyn!" I turn back to see him rise to his feet and begin to follow me. Christ, how thick is this guy? It must be all those head on tackles. They've affected his brain. When a girl bites you, knees you in the groin and bites your tongue, wouldn't that say to you that she means 'no'? To me it does, which merely confirms my idea that football leads to brain damage. I can still hear Greg crashing around behind me, so I keep running.
Can he climb trees? I don't think so, accordingly I start looking for a tree to climb. Hmmm, that's odd, the gums are thinning out and all these European trees are growing. They look older then a couple of hundred years too. A large oak is right in front of me, difficult to climb, but nice and tall. I shinny up it like a frightened cat. I scramble up to near the top, and pause for a look around. I can't see him.wait! There, a blond head walks out of the bush. Greg is blond, so it's probably him.
"Go home, Greg! I'm calling the police now, so just fuck off! Go fucking away! I'm going to see you arrested for attempted rape, so fuck off, ya wanker!" I get my mobile out of my bag. It's got no service! It's alive, but it won't let me ring anyone! What else could go wrong today? The person I think is Greg shows no sign of stopping and continues until he's standing underneath my tree. I press my palm against the tree and silently ask for help. Trees like me, what can I say? The leaves rustle around me, and I see that one strong branch points to another tree. I thank the tree and go around to the branch.
I take a deep breath, and walk out along it. I bounce gently, it's nice and springy. I increase my bounces until I judge the time is right. Thank God for gymnastics! I leap out of the tree yelling "Dear sweet mother of God!" as I somersault neatly and coming out of it spread myself out to try and control my rate of descent, as I watch the tree that is advancing towards me. I stretch my fingers towards the branches, and latch onto them, the bark stinging my hands. "Phew! I am so glad to be alive right now." I whisper softly. Then I yell back to Greg "Nyahh, nyahh, ni nyahh na! I beat you, so sod off, ya fuckin' dickhead!" I can see the figure's upturned pale face, and then it raises a bow. A bow?! What is this? "Hey, if I spoiled your movie scene, or whatever, I'm sorry! I didn't know anything was going on." Jesus, he's still aiming at me! This guy must be seriously pissed! Can I jump again? I ask the tree, pressing a palm against its cool bark. The tree is happy to see the guy. Trees normally don't like people, it's the whole axe cutting them down type of thing. Therefore, if the tree likes them, I might like them too. I yell down to the figure, whom I know now is not Greg because he's wearing green, not red. "Alright, I'm coming down, so don't shoot me or something, ok?" Slowly I come down out of the tree.
"Who are you, and what are you doing here?" So unfriendly, and he's dressed really weird. Like something out of the Lord of the Rings movie. His blond hair is tied back out of his face. What?! His ears are pointed! Oh Jesus.
"Do you mind pointing the arrow elsewhere?" Gradually, he lowers the bow, still ready but at least it's not pointing directly at me. "My name is Caitlyn, and I was out walking until this total dropkick from my school tried to rape me, so I hurt him and ran away. Cool costume, are you shooting a movie, or a documentary or something? Anyway, if this is private land, I'm sorry but I wasn't exactly looking for any signs." The Government rents out land in Parks sometimes. So I've probably stumbled onto a movie, or a Medieval re-enactment Club.
"What are you doing in the woods of Rivendell, human? There are no towns of Men near here for several days ride." Did I just hear this guy correctly? Rivendell? I smooth my hair back, exposing my ears. "Milady, I was unaware that you were Elven." His attitude goes from paranoiac hostility to one of surprised pleasure. Several other men dressed like the one in front of me step out from the trees. Elven? What is this guy on?
"I'm not Elven!" I laugh.
"Then, why are your ears like ours?" Hesitantly, I touch my ears. I do have pointed ears; I've been teased constantly about them. Freak! Screams an ugly memory. Fairy! Devil! My mother had always told me I got them from my father, the one I can't remember. He died in a car accident before I was born. I look a lot like him, judging from the photographs.
"They're a dominant inherited family trait. My father had ears like mine. So?"
"From which lands do you hail?"
"Lands? I come from Australia, specifically the bit near Sydney." Why doesn't this guy know any of this? We're in the Ku-ring-gai National Park for God's sake. I didn't run that far.Did I? The guy's eyes are narrowed in surprise and suspicion now. What did I do now?
"Why are you wearing such outlandish costume? Who are you really? " What was that, that he said? I've never heard any language like that, except.a niggling memory plucks at me. Tolkien! Lord of the Rings! This is Middle Earth, and these are Elves. What has happened to me?
I straighten my back and stare haughtily at him. "I think that I need to see Lord Elrond. And Gandalf the Grey, he who you call Mithrindar. There is something wrong here, something of the Shadow." That snaps them, I can see it on their faces. Total shock with a touch of fear. The first Elf barks an order at the other Elves and they encircle me. We move out, towards the north.
I like this story more as I go on. Caitlyn is quite a good character I think. Well, R+R all peoples! means Elvish, as I know like no Elvish at all!