Being slapped really. really. hurts. I had a red hand print on my face for a good hour.
At 9/13/06 03:47 PM, Ocelot wrote:
How pleasant, I'm in none of these stories.
your in so many stories it's not even funny dude. Don't complain when people like HitTheTarget are in one story every 100 pages.
Erm...i don't think i can call this story "a boring day at the mafia" anymore...
Darkness.
and silence too. Neither Deadly, FTR, or the mystery man spoke a word, though Deadly doubted the mystery man could even mumble a word the way his face looked. After a good half hour of trying to come up with a plan to get out, and failing, he drifted off to sleep.
Deadly was a dreamer. Every night, a dream. Sometimes happy, sometimes sad, sometimes random and scary. This was an odd mix of all of them.
Dreamland
Deadly awoke with a startle, for no real reason at all. It was a cool night, and the clouds were covering the moon, making it extremely dark. he could tell that this was the Homestead house. A house his father built, and Deadly, his father, and his mother lived in for years. He smiled.
There was the steady whoosh of the fan, but as Deadly looks up at it, theres a giant steel spiked ball hanging from a chain, swinging around the room the way a fan should, and it's swinging just inches away from his face.
In the corner of his room, too blood red tear drop shaped things blink on, or open? The clouds move from the moon, and a ray of moonlight shines through the window, outlining the owner of the red eyes, as it turns out.
Sitting in the corner of the room, is a rather bulky...thing just sitting there, staring at Deadly. It looks to be a red, with lots of jagged edges covering the body. As the moon light hits it, it twitches and glances quickly at the moon. Then, at an incredible speed, it moves, and now it's standing right. over. Deadly. the thing's jaw's open wide, and let's loose a ferocious...
Techno beat? Deadly recognizes the song, but before he can identify it, the steel ball smashes into the Techno playing demon's head, splattering blood, brains and whatever else was in there all over Deadly.
When he opens his eyes, he's in the living room of the same Homestead house. Except it's exceptionally darker than usual. Deadly takes a step forward, and a *pop* is heard, as well as a whoosh of air.
"OH FU--" He's cut short by a steel spiked ball twice the size of the first one. It smashes into his chest, and carries him backwards into the wall. It feels as though everything in his torso is just mush.
Deadly blinks, and the steel ball is now a steel toed boot. "What the..."
"WAKE UP YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" The foot retracts, and Deadly falls to the floor. He blinks a few times, and tries to rub his eyes, but he can't. They seem to be tied down. He looks up, and he's in the room again. But now the door is open, a man is standing over him, and he's about to kick again.
"I'm-i'm awake!" stutters Deadly, trying to save himself from another kick. The man kicks anyways, and Deadly coughs up blood all over the man's shoes. He shakes his foot in disgust, trying to get the blood off.
Deadly looks at the room once again, trying to notice details in the light now. FTR's chair was laying sideways, like Deadly's, but facing away from him so he couldn't see her, but he noticed her skirt and panties laying a few feet away from her. He almost felt bad for her. Once again, Deadly's eyes gravitated towards the horrific man on his left. Deadly almost hurled at the sight in front of him.
The man's shirt was torn open, probably from a knife, and blood was dripping down it. His face was even worse, his jaw was open and off to one side, almost touching his left shoulder. One eye was missing, but the cord was still there, and dangled horrifically from his eye socket. His hair had been shaved off in odd patterns, and shit had been written on him. Deadly wondered just who that may be.
"Tell us where Ghost is." Calmly said the man in the steel toed boots.
"Wha--? oh. erm...how about no?" said Deadly, almost confused. The man pulled a pistol out of his parents, and Deadly closed his eyes, ready for it. He didn't even cringe when he heard the shot fired.
"AIIEEEEEE" screamed a women. Deadly looked up, and saw the smoking barrel pointing in FTR's direction. Deadly sighed.
"Last chance. tell me, or i shoot her, and make you look like him over there." The man nodded his head the in the direction of the deformed man.
"Yeah, who is that anyways?" Smoothly said Deadly. The man cocked the gun. "You won't do it. That's your only little sex toy around here." The man, without taking his cold eyes off Deadly fired. There was the sound of the bullet hitting the steel floor. Deadly leaned up, looked in her direction and saw the brain splatter on the opposite wall.
"oh shit..." said Deadly.
"Oh shit is right. Now tell me." He cocked the gun, and pointed it at Deadly's balls.
"Where. The fuck. is GHOST!!!!" screamed the man violently, his hand trembling. Deadly once again closed his eyes, and readied himself for the pain.
The gun cocked. again? no, that's not right...
"Little ol' me? oh, i'm right here."