Writing my own Horror
Disclaimer: I do not own the Power Rangers, they are owned by Saban Entertainment, however, Kevin and Brian are my creations.
An hour passed, Kimberly and Tommy were still in the library. Despite the skirmish with a pervert, there hadn't been much excitement, in fact, both of our friends were stalled in the ideas of what to come up with for this exam. It was nice for the two of them to work together, but now, they couldn't come up with anything. Something was wrong though, Tommy sensed that there was something wrong with Kimberly as did she with him. Perhaps it was that which caused their entire operation to falter. Both wanted to say something, but didn't.
At the same time, far from this silent table, another table was being stirred up like a hornet's nest. This was a completely different setting, far removed from the nice, elegant rooms of Kimberly, or Tommy, or the library. It was a shack home, with poorly applied shingles, dilapidated flooring, and dirty windows. Kimberly would have fainted at the very sight of something like this. In a back room, poorly lit, Kevin came in, throwing his knapsack down onto the floor, then strolled in, stepping over piles of wrenched clothes, and walls decorated head to toe with scantly clad women of all sorts. Even his bed was in disarray, a foul odor originating from parts unknown. It was a true nightmare to set foot in a place like this, yet, Kevin lived in it with tranquility. Typing away on his keyboard with ease, he began taking notes of his school, but kept making sly references to one particular person that wasn't in any of his classes but met while in the library.
"She has a cute little rump, one of which is perfect in every way..." were some of his words.
Lengths of time passed and he never let up on his work, never bothering to glance up as his very own screen to see words that were spilling out from his finger tips. To tell the absolute truth, you're better off not knowing what was being typed. Let's just say it was raunchy, coming from the mind of a perverted mind filled with lust.
Going back to the library now, Kimberly summed up the courage, scooting closer to Tommy, nudging his shoulder with hers. Catching his attention, Tommy turned his head to look at her, lovingly.
"Tommy, I love you," she whispered with a smile.
"I love you to," he smiled back. Finished, he continued to doodle on a pad of paper. Kimberly wanted to say something. What did happened between them? Sure it wasn't anything regrettable. Just needed some sort of closure to this mystery. All of these words were formed up in her throat, yet did not come out of those lips of hers. She tried several times to ask, but choked up. Instead, she gave up and pulled away, going to the aisles again to try and find something elusive.
It was there that she found a familiar sight. Scanning through books of mythology was Brian, already clutching a book, he was looking for more. How long was he here? She wondered, cautiously approaching. Couldn't have been long. The front door was nearby, she would have seen him enter and it was a long walk to the library from the school where they met. Throwing all of that aside, she put up her famous smile and came up to his side, touching his shoulder where a green backback strap hung tightly. That sudden touchstartled the poor boy. With a muffled yelp, he stepped back, right into the shelf behind, rocking it, nearly toppling over. Clenching their teeth and holding their breath, the two waited until it settled. When it did,she began to laugh at it all.
"Hi, Brian" she whispered, a hand covering his mouth, concealing humor. That brief encounter made a cold chill go up his back. What a rush. This girl, whom he had just met nearly caused a catastophy. "I'm sorry," she added, trying to console him. "Say, now that you are here, do you know how to write?"
Nodding affirmatively, Brian agreed to help them.
"Terrific, follow me, I want you to meet by boyfriend. He's the problem,"she whisperedto him. It was a joke to laugh at, but Brian didn't. Apparently he had no sense of humor.
"Tommy, this is Brian, a home schooled," said Kimberly, introducing a nervous looking Brian, clutching a book tightly to his chest, chin tucked in, eyes fixated on the floor at his feet.
"Hi, Brian," Tommy replied, offering a hand. It was a moment before Brian accepted this gesture, but never took his eyes off the floor. His demeanor was quite different and took a lot of attention. It seemed that Brian was rather defeated, never looking up to see those around them in the eye.
"Please sit, you can help us," Kimberly whispered, pulling out a chair in which for him to take, which he did. He sat on the left, Tommy in the middle, and Kimberly on the right. Compiled in a small heap before them were several books of different sorts. From literature and comedy, to mystery and horror, all bidding for their attention, quietly begging readers to pick them. It was a rather ominous moment as the three sat silently, staring at one another. All was stopped because no one knew what to do.
"Well, boys, looks like we are in a fix," Kimberly summarized. For once, Tommy wasn't sure what to do. Ideas were floating around in his mind, but he couldn't quite put them in the right order. Where to start?
"Biggest problem for authors is where to start and where to end," said Brian out of the blue.
Looking at him spellbound, "What was that?" Kimberly asked.
Brian repeated his words in the same manner to his two acquaintances, whom were spellbound as it it's mean. It took a moment for it to sink in, and it became crystal clear, he was right. The biggest part was coming up with an entrance and an ending.
"You think we should skip the front, work the middle, and then the beginning would be easier?" Kimberly asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Definitely," replied Brian, "definitely."
"Sounds good," Tommy responded. I believe I have a start though, we have two lovers.
"Really, is one named Tommy?" she teased, making Tommy blush. "How about Oliver?"
"All right, and the girl is named Ann," he teased back.
Sounded good for the moment, but before any one of them could go further into Brian's suggestion of starting in the middle, Tommy's watch beeped. It was 1 o'clock.
"Drat, already?" he cursed.
"What is it?" asked Kim.
"I have practice to go to."
"Now?"
"Yes, I'm sorry. Can I come by your place later on so we can continue?"
"Sure" she replied, sad to see him go.
With a parting peck on the cheek, the boy departed, taking his notes and bag with him. All that was left was Brian whom was looking around nervously. Not sure what to do now, angered that so much time had been wasted for no result, Kimberly sighed, gathered up her belongings. Brian's suggestion had little effect on the outcome, it was something that needed to be played on. Right now Kimberly was getting antsy with herself, time was running short and there was a lot on her mind and this exam wasn't exactly helping.
"Sorry, Brian. I have to go. I'll meet up with you later?" she asked.
"Definitely," he replied.
As her walk commenced, Kimberly began to think on her feet. Perhaps a girl, young, not yet matured, with a lover or someone she loves, comes into conflict, there's a mystery, a murder, and both are convinced the other did it out of spite. Hmmm, sounds appeasing, better iron out the works when she gets home, if Mom didn't get huffy about anything from work. There were few people out at this time, a few children playing on some monkey bars in a park, a people husbands mowing lawns, wives pruning gardens, not much. Suburbs weren't very big. Still, Kimberly felt rather nervous about certain events.
Arriving home, she discovered Mom had not yet returned, giving some space to work out her idea in peace. Producing a green leaf note pad, she settled out at the kitchen table with a glass of milk and cookies and commenced jotting down her idea in a spider web format.
Two lovers, a mysterious third individual, jealousy erupts, then third person dies under mysterious circumstances, both lovers blame the other. Hmmm, sounds rather simple, which is how she likes it, but yet, something different needed to be added. Something spicy. Something to fuel up this jealously. A third person was good, but what about a fourth. Hmmmm, the more Kimberly played with the idea, the more she liked it. Dunking a cookie into the milk, she realized it began to devolve, turning gooey in moments. That was it! Everything she needed was right there, the glass would be a fourth person whom manipulated another, the milk, and the cookie was the two lovers, so in sense, another person was tearing them apart. It was rather confusing at first, so Kimberly quickly jotted it down.
Two lovers, one boy and one girl named Oliver and Ann have a friend named Gerald whom is rather close to them. However, he has a friend named Edgar whom manipulates Gerald to do his bidding in tearing the couple apart to gain Ann's favor. Sounds good. Wonder how Tommy would like it.