Post by Sheyana on Aug 1, 2005 7:18:40 GMT
Muahahaha, you know ge tto find out what happens when I'm bored in english of an afternoon...and yes, I do know it's kinda dangerous territory...I didn't even realise I was writing Parrish until I was a paragraph in....
Anyway, here 'tis (in Italics)
My stepfather loomed above me, he raised his hand to strike my face and I tried to duck, but found myself helpless. I could do nothing but whimper as he struck me again and again, his face twisted in spite. I finally drew up the strength to move and twisted away, blood pouring down my face from my nose. I licked my lips, the metallic taste of blood pulling me back into reality and I ducked reflexively. I turned and ran, the scene changing as I gained speed.
Buildings flashed past me and I found myself in the Tert, being led down a road by ‘goboys, an awfully familiar face leering in front of me. Jamon smiled cruelly and ordered ‘strip her’. The pulled my clothes from my body, tearing the expensive cloth. He took me brutally, then I was beaten…I screamed and whimpered, fighting at first, but then I lost all strength to move and lay there, face down in the toxic dirt. Hours later, light hit my eyes and I pulled my aching body up onto shaky legs. I looked around the deserted warehouse and turned to run yet again.
The light at the end of the sewer drew closer, leading me to believe it was not as bad as it seemed as I ran desperately. I felt a breath on the back of my neck, and screamed, spinning around sharply. He was there grinning at the look on my face, his eyes drawn into slits like those of a cobra preparing to strike. I drew in a deep breath to scream again but his hand covered my mouth. His face shimmered and changed, becoming the priest, Anna, my Stepfather and, finally the face he usually wore, the one which had deceived me. He smiled cruelly as he held a finger to my lips.
“Screaming is useless, you are alone, always alone. No-one will help you now.”
I cried out in wordless disagreement, despair turning me feral. I felt for my gun, my knives, anything…but there was nothing in my usually well-equipped outfit I screamed ferally, throwing myself bodily at the laughing man, I clawed at his face with my short hails and tried to strangle him with my bare hands. He laughed again before raising the heavy club he had with him and bringing it down, once, on my forehead.
I blacked out, laughter in my ears and felt the usual descent into madness. The laughter of the eskaalim penetrated my head, making it ring. I struggled against it; the pain that resulted was never good. The maniacal laughter went on and on, I screamed, physically trying to escape the insanity.
I lurched upright, breathing heavily and instinctively tried to run. I was detained by warm arms around me and I turned, scared, to find Teece looking at me sympathetically.
“You had another one Parrish.”
;D Just a short little thing, unedited, and I'm sure OOC...
please, crit it...
Shey
Anyway, here 'tis (in Italics)
My stepfather loomed above me, he raised his hand to strike my face and I tried to duck, but found myself helpless. I could do nothing but whimper as he struck me again and again, his face twisted in spite. I finally drew up the strength to move and twisted away, blood pouring down my face from my nose. I licked my lips, the metallic taste of blood pulling me back into reality and I ducked reflexively. I turned and ran, the scene changing as I gained speed.
Buildings flashed past me and I found myself in the Tert, being led down a road by ‘goboys, an awfully familiar face leering in front of me. Jamon smiled cruelly and ordered ‘strip her’. The pulled my clothes from my body, tearing the expensive cloth. He took me brutally, then I was beaten…I screamed and whimpered, fighting at first, but then I lost all strength to move and lay there, face down in the toxic dirt. Hours later, light hit my eyes and I pulled my aching body up onto shaky legs. I looked around the deserted warehouse and turned to run yet again.
The light at the end of the sewer drew closer, leading me to believe it was not as bad as it seemed as I ran desperately. I felt a breath on the back of my neck, and screamed, spinning around sharply. He was there grinning at the look on my face, his eyes drawn into slits like those of a cobra preparing to strike. I drew in a deep breath to scream again but his hand covered my mouth. His face shimmered and changed, becoming the priest, Anna, my Stepfather and, finally the face he usually wore, the one which had deceived me. He smiled cruelly as he held a finger to my lips.
“Screaming is useless, you are alone, always alone. No-one will help you now.”
I cried out in wordless disagreement, despair turning me feral. I felt for my gun, my knives, anything…but there was nothing in my usually well-equipped outfit I screamed ferally, throwing myself bodily at the laughing man, I clawed at his face with my short hails and tried to strangle him with my bare hands. He laughed again before raising the heavy club he had with him and bringing it down, once, on my forehead.
I blacked out, laughter in my ears and felt the usual descent into madness. The laughter of the eskaalim penetrated my head, making it ring. I struggled against it; the pain that resulted was never good. The maniacal laughter went on and on, I screamed, physically trying to escape the insanity.
I lurched upright, breathing heavily and instinctively tried to run. I was detained by warm arms around me and I turned, scared, to find Teece looking at me sympathetically.
“You had another one Parrish.”
;D Just a short little thing, unedited, and I'm sure OOC...
please, crit it...
Shey