Title: Allotted Design.
Pairing: None in this chapter.
Rating: PG-16 for language and suggestive content.
"Ed?" Finally free from the prying eyes of Mrs. Filla—whatever, I wandered aimlessly on a search for the TV room, having been in such a hurry to get away from the woman I forgot to ask where it was. After a little while I was able to come to a conclusion that all public rooms were on the first floor, whereas dorms were on the second and third floors, and it wasn't until I was back to the first floor that I noticed a map of the building in a glass case near where I'd originally started.
Leaning close, and rubbing my finger down the map's smooth barrier, I let out a triumphant ah ha! when I landed on a square of a room labeled TV ROOM.
"Excuse me, sir!" A small, mole of a man shoved me aside and frantically rubbed his cloth across the glass, "Don't touch the glass!" he hissed, and then disappeared down the dark hallway. Just to be rude, I pressed my hands all over it as soon as he'd left, certainly leaving my mark.
I was unsure of Edward's reasons for inviting me to watch a movie with him and his friends, but rather than assuming bad like the pessimistic little twit that I am, I decided that perhaps he was just doing a nice thing.
Hopefully I was right.
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"Edward?" The TV room was dark, and quiet; no sign of life. I was about to leave, believing I'd somehow missed the meeting or they'd immigrated elsewhere, when I heard voices from the far side of the room. I groped the wall, looking for a light switch, but quickly gave up and ventured cautiously inside, leaving the door open for at least a little bit of light.
Walking slowly, careful not to bump into anything, I was several feet from the center of the room when the door behind me closed with a thump. I could hear footsteps, someone was running. What was going on?
Turning around I tried to run back to the door, though I wasn't sure what I feared, when someone tackled me from behind. I fell heavily to the floor; the person was on top of me, holding me down.
"Wai—" I tried to cry out, but they were pushing their knees against my back, crushing me; I couldn't breathe.
"I knew you would come." The raspy voice spoke close, I could feel the person's breath brushing against my ear and their hand slowly entwining in my hair.
"Get off!" I grunted, and somehow managed to roll myself over. Frantically grabbing at the darkness, hoping to grab a hold of the person, I felt a weight lifted from my chest and I was alone.
"Shit." I stood, and as silently as I could, snuck across the room in the direction I thought the door was in. Hitting a wall, I followed it until I bumped into what seemed to be a bookshelf.
"Going somewhere?" I twirled around, hands held up defensively, but no one came close.
"Who are you?" I snarled, tottering between being angry and intimidated.
"You know who I am." I tried to follow the voice, but hit another wall.
"Who are you!"
"I told you," The voice came from behind me now. "You know who I am. And you know what's coming."
I turned, starting towards the voice again, but a pair of hands shoved me from behind. I tried to catch myself, but I stumbled over something soft on the floor and fell back down. Before I could gather myself and climb back to my feet, someone was tugging my hands behind my back, tying them tightly with a rough string fabric.
"Get off!" I tried to fight back, but they were too strong. Another set of hands swung a strip of fabric around my head, and tied at the back, covering my eyes.
Then it went silent, and I was alone again. I tugged at the material restricting my hands, but it only seemed to cut into the skin.
"Hello?" I cut any fear from my voice and filled its place with courage, straining to hear a response.
"Hello, Wrath Culus." Footsteps in front of me… they were coming closer.
"Who are you!" I hollered, but was shut quiet by a slap to the face.
"Don't speak unless you are spoken to." A light turned on; I could see it faintly through the tight fabric, and nothing more than dark shapes in the place of people moving around me.
"What do you want!" Another slap.
"Fuckin' nancy boy; do as you are told!"
I fell obediently silence, figuring it easier to play their game than demand what I wanted.
"Very good," The voice hovered close; I raised my head and could see a wavering silhouette looming above. "I think you know what we want from you."
"Wha—"
"Stop talking! You weren't told to speak." I snapped my mouth shut obediently. "You are not to do anything; just allow us to do what we want, and you won't get hurt."
Again there was someone behind me, shoving me down to the floor. With my hands tied behind my back, I couldn't catch myself and fell face flat into the cold floor. My nose made a cracking noise, and I could feel it bleeding, staining the floor. But I still didn't move, or try to fight back.
"Very good." The voice seemed to be circling me, and lowering down to my level. "Now… just stay still."
Two hands slid firmly down my back until they reached the hem of my pants, paused, and then in one smooth motion pulled the article of clothing down, baring skin. It was then that I realized their purpose, and tried to wiggle free, but several pairs of hands shot out of nowhere and held me still onto the floor. I tried to scream, but it was only muffled against the floor.
My entire body tensed into a knot when I felt the smooth, moist tip of a suggestive object rub against the curve of my bottom.
"Get off!" I fought against the hands holding me still, until all of a sudden everyone seemed gone. I was alone again. I wiggled pathetically over and arched my back, managing to reach down far enough to grab the hem of my pants and pull them back over my violated body.
Someone grabbed my hands, and the fabric cutting into the skin of my wrists was cut free. I jumped to my feet, tearing the blindfold off as I rose.
"What the…" Edward stood, hands on his hips, laughing with a small group of boys. They all loomed over him in height, but still he seemed to hold a power over them. He held a banana in his hand, and I knew it had all been a prank. A prank on the new boy; oh, real funny!
"Asshole!" I lunged forward and tackled Ed to the floor. His head cracked against the floor; he stopped laughing. I pinned his hands above his head with one of my own, pulling back my other arm in preparation to punch the boy, but when my eyes met his own golden ones, now wide and full of fright, I hesitated. That was all the time the other boys needed to drag me off their leader, and pull me away.
"Man, it was just a joke!" Edward jumped to his feet and threw the banana at me. "Don't get so mad; we do it to everyone. They even did it to me when I started here."
I stared at him, unsure as to what I felt; anger and hatred? Or was it something else… disappointment? Surely he wasn't like this; he was so beautiful on the outside.
I tore myself hastily from the boy's holding me, and stalked silently from the room without a glance back.
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"Ed? Hey, Ed!" I swung around to face my friend, who was shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot.
"Maybe that wasn't such a good idea…" The other guys nodded in agreement.
"Yeah," I turned back to the door he had disappeared through. "You're right… shit." I cursed, raking a hand through tousled, blonde locks. "I thought he looked like the kind of guy to have a sense of humor… I guess I should go check on him." I jogged from the room and made way to our room, hoping he had gone there.
"God," I thought to myself, climbing the wide stairs to the second, and then third floor. "I have a feeling about this guy; I can't let him get away this easily."
AN: Sorry for the short update! Just running out of time, yet again.
Sorry for any misused words, or anything else of the sort. I've read through it, but I think I'm too tired to notice anything that may need to be fixed.