Writing my own horror 7
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters to the Power Rangers. They are owned by Saban Entertainment. I do own, Sean, Marcus, Damon, and Brian, they are my creations.
Going down a hallway was just a nondescript event for Kimberly many a year ago. But now, she was bound, gagged, and beaten, virtually helpless as her two captors sallied to her own room. Tossed onto her own bed like a bale of hay, she looked into both of their eyes as they approached, faces smugged with evil and laughter.
"I should go first" Marcus hissed.
"Wait, why you?"
"Because I'm older and handsomer" arguing.
Bickering amongst themselves, outside, a twig snapped. Ceasing their voices, both men and Kimberly looked towards a window, but it was concealed by blinds. Upon hearing this voice, both dropped to the floor, pitiful excuse for soldiers, to hide themselves. Kim rolled her eyes and groaned lowly as Marcus gathered up enough courage to take a gander above the bed line. A very faint voice, not definite, could be heard. He moved onto the bed, knees coming to rest right next to Kimberly's head as the boy carefully pried a slate in the blinds open to see. Darkness all around. Whatever it was, it was still out there, but could not be seen.
"There is someone out there" Marcus whispered, greaty alarmed. His breath heightened to a point that he has forced to hold it for a second.
"Who is it?" Damon asked, still concealed.
"Not sure. Never heard it before. Wait here, I'll see what we have to do" finally letting go, drawing another breath slowly to lower his heart rate. Calmed down enough, he crawled away, towards the door, then stood erect before continuing on, down the hall, turning right, into the kitchen.
That left a very shaken up Damon alone with a equally frightened Kimberly, alone, at least for a moment as Marcus demanded action from his leader. "There's someone in the backyard. It's moving about" his soldier whispered, body leaning over right next to him, separating Sean from a still unconscious Tommy.
"So?" Sean replied very dryly, never taking his eyes of the diary.
"What must we do. They might come here" his voice growing increasingly scared as seconds ticked by. Every additional one was a chance that they would be discovered. For a moment, a heavy silence fell in the household as officer and soldier stared blankly, one waiting for the other to make a move. Undaunted, or uncaring, Sean continued to read as Marcus continued to grow increasingly agitated over his indecisiveness. What broke this heavy tense was the hoof beats of their third companion as his skittled in, eyes filled with terror.
"Someone is out there" whining out loud. Marcus stood and stared dead into the eye of him. Abandoning a prisoner? What are you doing here? Get back!
Too terrified, boy was visibly shaking. No other means seemed fessible in rallying him back. Just as quick as it took to say it, Damon began to make tracks towards the front door, quietly to avoid alerting Sean.
"Just a neighbor, relax, Damon" Marcus called out in a soothing voice. Instead of being angered, he instead tried to play it cool. That was the best way. No sense in raising one's voice, it will not solve this crisis. "Look, it's just some kid playing around in the backyard. No sense in running about scared."
"Exactly" Sean interrupted, standing up from his seat. Each movement of his was calculated, smooth, and sharp. Moving his way into the kitchen, he opened the refrigerator and began to remove a drink. Both boys stood motionless and watched as he opened up a can of coke, took a sip, sighed deeply at it's sharp cool taste, then turned to look at his shooken up comrade.
"My dear Damon, why do you go?" he asked calmly.
For a moment, there was a pause before Damon realized what it was that was asked. "Oh," alaert, "There's someone out there. We have what we wanted, right? The clothes. Let's beat it before someone finds out that we are here"
"like who?" Sean smiled.
"Her parents?"
"Ha, they are divorced, mom will not be coming home for some time"
"well, when she does return, then what?"
"By then we'll be long gone. In the mean time, make sure that neighbor out there does not rain on our parade" Finished, Sean turned back, stepped over Tommy's prone body then sat down.
Pushed out, Damon took a few steps, looked about, "Well, guess there's no one here" deeply relieved.
"hang on, let's make certain that no one is out here" Marcus interjected.
Sighing, both departed, one gon left, the other right to take a gander at Kim's neighbors. All was quiet, darkness had settled over this piece of suburban america. Angel Grove wasn't such a bad place. Small, quiet, well away from all the larger cities like Los Angeles. Still, there was a monster problem, but the Power Rangers were always about to deal with them. Marcus and Daniel were having problems of their own. As they continued to check out the perimeter, Damon came to think, "wonder what would happen if the Power Rangers came here" he bocked at it. Come here? Why? What would they possibly have to come here for. They are washing their tights. He laughed at it, came to a hedge, turned to look back at Marcus whom was on the other side of the yard, looking over a similar hedge. Nothing. Unable to hear Damon laugh, Marcus continued on, determind. He, unlike his counter part, was serious. There was suppose to be no botch in this operation, but it has happened, and he was in the middle. If the police captured him, he would be going to prison for a long time, a person with his length of wrap sheet wouldn't stand a chance in court. Finding nothing, he turned right, walking parallel to the fence. It was high enough to conceal his movement from any would be seeker. No lights this time added to his concealment as he went towards the back fence. Beyond that was another house, much smaller than this, but it was well cared for. It's back porch was on, bright yellow, could see it through the slivers in the wood.
Coming up at a casual stroll, Damon teamed up, greatly relieved now that no one was present. "What a relief. But how long are we going to stay here?" he asked.
"not sure"
"He isn't going to take her mom too?"
"I doubt it"
"This is getting of hand. We are taking a whole family hostage. Police will use SWAT to take us down. I don't want to die"
"Either to I" Marcus replied, looking at the soft grass that was long enough to stem over his shoes. It was lovely. Going to prison, he would miss green grass, changing it for a cold cell.
"Do you think we should go?" Damon asked.
Marcus stood motionless, thinking hard. It was a tough choice now. Sean was unpredictable. Once he saw that they wree gone, he might kill Tommy and Kimberly, then possibly the mother as well. He didn't want that on his hands.
"Look," he finally confided, "We are already stuck here, when the police show up, we'll surrender and say that he told us to do it. Once we turn, then they might go easy on us"
Sounded familiar, but it wasn't enough to smooth Damon's ruffled feathers.
"Defiantly….defiantly…." came a light voice.
Looking over their soldiers, they saw only the fence. It was coming from behind them, that fence. Geez, it was so close, perhaps whomever it was, heard their conversation.
Taking one step towards it, Damon searched for a hole in which to see through. Couldn't find one. Drat. Stepping aside, Marcus tried to see if he could find a way to see, couldn't. Drat. Fearing once again, Damon began to tug at Marcus's shirt sleeve, trying to convince him to go back inside. It was too dangerous out here.
"Look, whomever he is, he's on the other side of the fence, he can't be of any bother now. He can't see us, and probably cannot hear us either." debate raged as this figure moved about just a few feet away. All the separated them was a rickety old wood fence, rotted and worn from rain and air.
"I say we go back" Damon stated. "We go back to the house and say whatever it was went away."
Warming up to this idea, Marcus thought about it. Sounded feasible. "Alright, let's go back in". One foot in front of the other, easy. Each step took them closer and closer to the confines and realitive safety of Kimberly Hart's house. Sure it wasn't their house, but for awhile, they could make it their own. Hunger was setting in as the addrelin of battle wore off, so did thirst. Thoughts of sugar and cookies began to dance in his mind as Marcus thought as his feet stepped on soft green grass.
Out on sync with their steps, came another hoof beat, it was really close, this one. Pausing cold in their feet, their eyes turned to look. There, sat a baseball. It had just landed their.
"Oh no" whined Damon.
"Oh no" came another voice, "Have to get it back, that ball"
Just then, a figure began to climb over the fence. "Have to get it. Have to get it" Both boys stood in stalk white fear as this boy, about their age, came over, without noticing them, began to search for that ball, found it, and began to walk back towards the fence.
In a rush, Damon darted forth, teeth gritted, face of a devil. Without saying a word, not to contradict any more orders or thoughts, he was upon this boy, shoving his left knee into his stomach. A muffled groan then a fist to the top of the head, and down he went. Easy.
"I got him!" joyful. "Help me get him inside."
Just a few yards away, Kimberly was alone. One episode was over, onto the next. Her restraints were painful, so she tried to free herself. Rolling around on the bed produced no usable results as a commotion occurred in the hallway. Her eyes looked up just in time to catch a glimpse of those two boys carting in someone in their arms. Whom was it? Another victim, another hostage. Praying in her mind, Kimberly prayed it was no one from her team. Somewhere, hiding was her morphed, if only she could reach it.
"Set him down here" Damon ordered. A heavy thud marked where the body of a third person hit the hard tile surface, blood spattered lightly onto their shoes.
"This is the one we heard outside" Marcus announced, arms bent, hands at his hips, in a proud stance. Sean took only one brief glance, "Bring Kimberly back in here. I want her to see this."
This order was carried out. Carted back into the kitchen, Kimberly was placed in a seat this time, hands unbound for a moment before being tied to her front. Her bright eyes darted around, wondering what was happening.
Almost at her feet was a familiar sight. It was Brian, the one they had just captured.
"Do you know this boy?" Sean asked, pointing down to him.
"No" lying.
"Good, then you don't mind him when he dies"
Like a signal, both of his soldiers began to systematically beat poor Brian, much like that was done to Tommy.
"Leave him alone, damn you!" cursing out loud.
Boys listening ceased in their torture and stared blankly. Kimberly cursing? What a shock, but it didn't alleviate Brian's pain. Blow after blow was dealt against his head, neck, and spine. When that didn't satisfy their cravings, kicks were made against his soft underbelly. Unlike Tommy, Brian was not made for this. Frail, skinny, and weak, each hit was almost lethal. Cuts were made, blood began to spill onto tile. Floor began slippery, hard to stand on with these shoes.
Cringing in fear and disgust, Kimberly looked away, eyes drowning in tears.
"Alright you two, that's more than enough." Sean spoke, finally exercising his authority. By then, Brian was more a pulp than a person. Blood was oozing from every cavity, eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. A giant pool of red marked his site. Yet, despite what was made against him, he was alive, if barely.
Damon lifted a semiconscious Brian and carried him, much like a piece of luggage, over and came to rest next to Kimberly, separating her from Tommy. His face was bloody, both eyes swollen and he couldn't see.
"Brian…are you…."
"Defiantly" he muttered…