Cold December

[AngelKisses]

This is a restart of a thread I started a few years back and want to finish now. I don't know where it is going, but I think it would be fun to write.

PM if you want to join with a character idea.

The frosted wind blew into her face as she ran. Ran from lies and hated feelings of molestation. She ran, her yes forward, but always turning to look back. Not wanting to hear her footsteps behind her.

::No, I will survive this time. You can't hurt me anymore.:: She thought as she ran. There was not a bigger pain thanthan what she had just survived. Her body acked, her sides feeling as they would collasp in on her as she ran, searching for that one light, a door to knock on, a car to flag.

::Oh, PLEASE HELP!:: She screamed to herself, God, anyone that would listen in her mind. No one answered her prayers though. For years that had been the way life was. Eighteen years of terror. Eighteen years of pain.

But now she was free. And she planned to keep it. This was the last thought in her head before the twig she had not seen tripped her, making her fall. She fell on the ground, rolling in the mist that had formed on the groud, only to tumble into the street. Her head hit the pavement as everything went black.


Only serious dedicated writers please.

 

[intriguess]

Jack

Jack wasn't sure what made him take that particular road that day, but upon seeing the girl stumble into his path and collapse, he felt as if he was meant to be there. He quickly pulled his car over and checked her vitals, she was breathing, and her pulse was there, if a bit erratic. He scooped her up and gently carried her back to the car, she struggled, but her eyes were closed tightly. Jack gently laid her down in back of his car, briefly debating buckling her in, and opted against it.

Jack was housesitting for a friend, he was officially on sabbatical to seek out his true path, or as most thought of it as one last temptation to resist. He managed to get her inside and set to, cleaning her up and figuring out who she was.

He didn't feel comfortable searching through her clothing, and other than wash her face he was stumped. While he knew he was meant to rescue her, but from what he didn't know, and who was going to save him from her? She had pain, he could tell from the expression on her face, and she was angelic looking.

 

[AngelKisses]

Her eyes felt heavy as she tried to open them. She heard someone stirring about in another room, and tried to lift herself up. As she rose, her vision faded into a swirling round room. The room though, she knew had stood still.

Regaining her vision, she looked around at the stack of papers and cups lying around the room. She used her hands to lift herself up and thought to herself, "Laura would never approve of this."

"Hello?" She called out, her voice only a hoarse whisper. "Hello, anyone there?"

She quickly sat back down. Her stomach didn't feel too well and her equalibrium was off.

 

[intriguess]

He'd been in the kitchen, scrounging for something reasonable to eat. He hadn't bothered shopping in a while, he'd been rather busy working on numerous projects. Poetry, philosophy, scriptural musings, he had been spending his time in charity work and self reflection mainly. Not worrying about things like cleaning or cooking, or that sort of thing.

He heard her stirring and took the two warm cups of tea into the room, he saw fear in her eyes. Jack was an imposing man, tall, lean, with huge hands, he'd played quite a bit of basketball in his time. He often used his size to his advantage but now he was faced with a situation where he was unsure of what to do.

"Good thing Laura doesn't live here." He set his cup on the table as he offered the other to her. "Thought you could use something to drink." He glanced around, seeing the mess of his work. "I wasn't expecting guests."