*** Chris- Haha! Guess what everyone, not only did I make a new chapter,
but I got my DVD's! Oh yeah, who da man! Episodes 1-13 of Gravitation, and
for only $12, i bought both OAV's of Gravitation, supposedly coming by
mind/end of next week. Happyness! Because of so much happiness, and the
fact im home alone with no friends and all family meembers asleep, I
decided to write another chapter. Hey, I'm getting good at this! ***
Chapter 6
Bear felt a slight shot of pain as he fell to the ground, head slamming against the tiled floor. Darkness overtook his vision for but a few seconds, allowing him barely enough time to think of what just occured.
As soon as he felt he could stand, he got up, reaching for the gun he knew he wouldnt be able to find. It had fallen from his grasp when he slipped, now probably underneath some old peice of ferniture or box.
Two figures lay on the ground, moaning. A girl, maybe around fifteen or sixteen, and a boy, maybe the same age, a bit older. They both looked up at the same time, eyes widening.
He was suddenly glad he kept a hat and loose trench coat on. From his experience of becoming a famouse writer, he learned how to keep himself hidden so know one could find him or knew who he was. If anyone knew he lived in the old house on the dark hill, surley reporters would come running. Luckily for him he doubted that even if the kids could see him or his face, they wouldnt even recognize him though.
The boy stood, eyes wide in terror. He stared at Bear nervously, hands slightly twitching.
Bear could only smirk. " And what exactly were you two kids doing leaning against my back door? You nearly scared me half to death."
Both shook their heads. Faster then he could say 'hard cover' they were both already running out the door. He shook his head, the smile still on his lips. Kids would never change.
***
Kenshi gasped for breath. " Did you see that! God oh god!"
Mimiru leaned down, trying to breathe as best she could. They had run a long way after all. " Yeah, that was weird!"
" Did you see that hallway, he has to be filthy rich. And we must be the only kids in the whole town whos ever seen him!"
Mimiru shook her head. " Maybe, but why does it matter? He didnt seem so dangerouse."
" Thats what he wants you to think."
She looked away, back towards the house. A dark figure stood at the window, watching them. Slowly he pulled the curtains down, his shadow becoming unditectible.
' Somehow... somehow I kow him...'
***
The puppet slowly made his way down the hall, peeking his head down the stairs. He couldnt hear anybody, but one could never be certain. After waiting for a few minutes he nodded to himself and as quickly but quietly as he could, ran down the steps.
Reaching the bottom, he made his way ino the kitchen. No lights on, no T.V. blaring, nothing. Relaxing slightly, he walked further.
Suddenly a hand clamped over his mouth. Eyes widening, he clawed at the hand, until another one wrapped around his arms and pinned them to his waist. He began to struggle, breathing becoming harder as the captor squeezed slighty, his hand covering his mough and almost completly his nose.
' No, not again.'
The man, best down, his lips barely graxing next to the boys ear. " Alone now. You thought you could get away from me didnt you, Sora."
The boy tensed. Where was his mother? Usually both were around.
" Your probably wondering where she is, arent you." His father asked, his voice showing he was smiling. " Arent you!"
Sora yelped in pain as his father squeezed tighter. He could feel his bones beginning to crush. All he could was nod.
" Good." The father mumbled. " She has decided to go out for a while, a week or two. She wanted to go see some friends, and she will be staying awhile."
Sora's eyes widened further. Struggling harder, he tried to push away from the older man as he held on to him.
Pain. He screamed into his fathers hand as he heard and felt a rib slowly cracking. His father smirked and released the boy slightly.
" Whats wrong son? Are you scared? Does daddy scare you?"
He let go. Stumbling slightly, Sora looked up, large eyes filled with unseeing fear. A white flash and he was sent to the floor, his face stinging.
His father looked down at him dangerously. " Why boy!? Why are you always cooped up in that room! You always sit in there, in front of that moniter! Why! Why arnt you normal!"
He couldnt say anything. Warm stickly fluid filled his mouth as he tried to sit up. Coughing, he watched the crimson liqued drip into the white tiles.
His father bent down, grabbing him by the shirt colar. Sora stared into the crazed eyes of the man.
" Why?!"
" Because." Sora mumbled. " It is my sactuary. I am safe there. no one can get me, like you. I dont appreciate you around me, and I really dont appreciate you touching me the way you do!" He yelled loader then he had hoped to.
The man looked downa t his usually silent boy, shocked for the first time in a while. Regaining his composure, he smirked once again.
" You dont appreciate me touching you the way I do aye?" He smiled, eyes slitting. " Fine, I will show you what real touching is."
Sora tried despretly to turn and run, but large hands wrapped around his waist. Before he could scream, the hand was place over his mouth again, and he was dragged farther and farther away from the door.
*** Chris- Ha! You cant say I never put twists into stories! And you dont even know whats going on! ^_^ *smiles evily* Can you guess? dont worry, everything will come together. You shall see young ones... or old ones... or teenage... oh forget it! _ Hey, give me a break, im watching a "horror flick". In other terms it really aint that good and im more tired then hell. Oh, and Ive come to realize old people snore alot... and loud! *Looks down at father asleep on couch and shakes head* Well, please review if you want more!
Chapter 6
Bear felt a slight shot of pain as he fell to the ground, head slamming against the tiled floor. Darkness overtook his vision for but a few seconds, allowing him barely enough time to think of what just occured.
As soon as he felt he could stand, he got up, reaching for the gun he knew he wouldnt be able to find. It had fallen from his grasp when he slipped, now probably underneath some old peice of ferniture or box.
Two figures lay on the ground, moaning. A girl, maybe around fifteen or sixteen, and a boy, maybe the same age, a bit older. They both looked up at the same time, eyes widening.
He was suddenly glad he kept a hat and loose trench coat on. From his experience of becoming a famouse writer, he learned how to keep himself hidden so know one could find him or knew who he was. If anyone knew he lived in the old house on the dark hill, surley reporters would come running. Luckily for him he doubted that even if the kids could see him or his face, they wouldnt even recognize him though.
The boy stood, eyes wide in terror. He stared at Bear nervously, hands slightly twitching.
Bear could only smirk. " And what exactly were you two kids doing leaning against my back door? You nearly scared me half to death."
Both shook their heads. Faster then he could say 'hard cover' they were both already running out the door. He shook his head, the smile still on his lips. Kids would never change.
***
Kenshi gasped for breath. " Did you see that! God oh god!"
Mimiru leaned down, trying to breathe as best she could. They had run a long way after all. " Yeah, that was weird!"
" Did you see that hallway, he has to be filthy rich. And we must be the only kids in the whole town whos ever seen him!"
Mimiru shook her head. " Maybe, but why does it matter? He didnt seem so dangerouse."
" Thats what he wants you to think."
She looked away, back towards the house. A dark figure stood at the window, watching them. Slowly he pulled the curtains down, his shadow becoming unditectible.
' Somehow... somehow I kow him...'
***
The puppet slowly made his way down the hall, peeking his head down the stairs. He couldnt hear anybody, but one could never be certain. After waiting for a few minutes he nodded to himself and as quickly but quietly as he could, ran down the steps.
Reaching the bottom, he made his way ino the kitchen. No lights on, no T.V. blaring, nothing. Relaxing slightly, he walked further.
Suddenly a hand clamped over his mouth. Eyes widening, he clawed at the hand, until another one wrapped around his arms and pinned them to his waist. He began to struggle, breathing becoming harder as the captor squeezed slighty, his hand covering his mough and almost completly his nose.
' No, not again.'
The man, best down, his lips barely graxing next to the boys ear. " Alone now. You thought you could get away from me didnt you, Sora."
The boy tensed. Where was his mother? Usually both were around.
" Your probably wondering where she is, arent you." His father asked, his voice showing he was smiling. " Arent you!"
Sora yelped in pain as his father squeezed tighter. He could feel his bones beginning to crush. All he could was nod.
" Good." The father mumbled. " She has decided to go out for a while, a week or two. She wanted to go see some friends, and she will be staying awhile."
Sora's eyes widened further. Struggling harder, he tried to push away from the older man as he held on to him.
Pain. He screamed into his fathers hand as he heard and felt a rib slowly cracking. His father smirked and released the boy slightly.
" Whats wrong son? Are you scared? Does daddy scare you?"
He let go. Stumbling slightly, Sora looked up, large eyes filled with unseeing fear. A white flash and he was sent to the floor, his face stinging.
His father looked down at him dangerously. " Why boy!? Why are you always cooped up in that room! You always sit in there, in front of that moniter! Why! Why arnt you normal!"
He couldnt say anything. Warm stickly fluid filled his mouth as he tried to sit up. Coughing, he watched the crimson liqued drip into the white tiles.
His father bent down, grabbing him by the shirt colar. Sora stared into the crazed eyes of the man.
" Why?!"
" Because." Sora mumbled. " It is my sactuary. I am safe there. no one can get me, like you. I dont appreciate you around me, and I really dont appreciate you touching me the way you do!" He yelled loader then he had hoped to.
The man looked downa t his usually silent boy, shocked for the first time in a while. Regaining his composure, he smirked once again.
" You dont appreciate me touching you the way I do aye?" He smiled, eyes slitting. " Fine, I will show you what real touching is."
Sora tried despretly to turn and run, but large hands wrapped around his waist. Before he could scream, the hand was place over his mouth again, and he was dragged farther and farther away from the door.
*** Chris- Ha! You cant say I never put twists into stories! And you dont even know whats going on! ^_^ *smiles evily* Can you guess? dont worry, everything will come together. You shall see young ones... or old ones... or teenage... oh forget it! _ Hey, give me a break, im watching a "horror flick". In other terms it really aint that good and im more tired then hell. Oh, and Ive come to realize old people snore alot... and loud! *Looks down at father asleep on couch and shakes head* Well, please review if you want more!