I Begin

[The_PG]

((OOC: Closed for CuteBrat))

Everything has been written about number two, number three, four, five, all the way to twelve where I had stopped, but now continue. But not ever was heard about number one, the first one that I did, that started my journey, that began what eventually would end with the eternal question of Who Am I?

It was so long ago when I began, but I remember it if it was yesterday.

I chose you because actually in all honesty, you chose me. I've seen you in the club, in your school, in your house. Your seductive body and teasing eyes cannot be hidden beneath any amount of clothing your mother piles on your body. It is even less hidden beneath the short skirts and revealing shirts you wear at the club, your sweaty body when it is done with it's dancing is my desert for the night, always I watch your tight ass walk from the door before my mind returns to it's darkness, watching, waiting... Choosing.

The phone rings in your living room.

What do you do?

 

[CuteBrat]

**the phone rings**

dammit! just when i'm rushing to try to get ready to go out! My mom is gone for the weekend so FINALLY i can wear what I wanna wear out to the club. Instead of the time honored tradition of sneaking my club clothes into my car, then leaving the house in something hideous and then changing down the street. There's been more than one time I've given some lucky passerby quite the show, pealing off my jeans and modest blouse and putting on my "club slut" miniskirt and crop top.

This time, knowing I could actually dress STANDING UP in privacy instead of scrunched in the back seat of a car, I've really gone all out. My outfit SCREAMS "slut"....I know every guy is gonna think hes going to get some tonight. Truth be told...they'll be lucky if I flash them a tit, or give them a kiss. If they get me TOTALLY trashed, they may get a little tease of how well I give head...but that's it.

So I'm racing to be ready to go join the girls, and the damn phone rings. I'm tempted to ignore it...it's probably just some fucking telemarketer trying to sell my Mom something. But it could be her checking up on me too.... I sigh....god, to finally be old enough to get my own place....

I pick up the receiver. "Hello?"......

 

[The_PG]

"Hello Jenny." My voice is a bit garbled and dulled, thanks to the cloth draped over the microphone and rock in my mouth. My voice, one tha tI will work to perfect in the oncoming years does not yet hold the fear that it will someday possess, but now it is full of energy and passion, a wanting that you might find disturbing. "I like your skirt." I say, just as the doors in your house all loudly lock, along with the windows. The advanced security system your parents installed many months ago was designed to keep people out, but also keep people in. "Mind if I come over and play?" I ask, chuckling evilly as you hear my voice even more clearly, as if I was standing right next to you.

My breathing is audible, waiting for you to turn around. The smile on my face is pure malice, you look so delicious in your beautiful outfit, the skirt is especially short, i can see flashes of the white panties you had chosen tonight for the club, not knowing you had chosen them for me.

 

[CuteBrat]

****CLICK*****

I will never forget the sound of the door and window locks suddenly clicking shut. It was the loudest sound I had ever heard...even though I know it wasn't really loud at all.

"I like your skirt"..... I kept telling myself, it's just a crank caller...its just someone playing a prank. But something inside me knew it wasn't. Something was making the hair on the back of my neck stand up....and giving me goosebumbs...Something was seriously wrong...

"Mind if I come over and play"... Wait...there was something wrong with that. My brain....in freeze mode....struggled to make sense. I KNEW something was wrong....SOMETHING was different with what I just heard....I couldn't figure it out. "Think Girl, Think", I told myself....Something was wrong....

And then....I realized what it was. And with that realization I felt my heart start to beat so loud I was sure it could be heard the next block. I didn't just hear those words in the phone. I heard them......from right behind me..........

With my stomach somewhere near my neck......my heart thumping fast and loud.....my hands unconsciously balled into little fists......I slowly turned around.....

 

[The_PG]

You finally see my face. For the first time in all our meetings I am quite simply; me. My complexion is strange, it is a softly featured face, one that cannot be described as anyone's in particular. You have seen me before, your milkman, electrician, plumber and bartender. I am every one, and I am no one. "Hello Jenny." I say softly as you stare at my face, my eyes I know cannot be missed, but other then their eternal glow everything is so uniquely plain and average, you would be able to draw every average person in the world. My height is a little more then yours, my weight hidden by strong muscles, my skin lightly tanned and my hair a faded brown. My face is baby like, but so ordinary it is why I look so familiar. "You haven't answered my questions." I say softly, reaching a hand for yours.

 

[CuteBrat]

With my heart pounding so hard I think it will just burst out of my chest and skitter all over the floor, I turn around. And see....HIM. He looks so...normal. So....average. But he is here IN MY HOME. And there is something in the way that he looks at me....something in his eyes.....that makes me stand transfixed...frozen....too scared to move.... Too scared to remember to breath. I just stand....

"You haven't answered my questions".

It's not the voice I would have thought about, from someone that absolutely terrifies me. There's no scary music in the background, like in the movies. There's no frothing at the mouth, no hockey mask on his face.... He sounds calm, gentle....but again, there is something.....some soft malevolence...under the words.....

And I look at him... And I see the way he is looking at me, right in the eyes. Again...not what I would expect....not that I've really thought about it....but he's not checking out my body....he's not leering....he's not even threatening. Although there is something SO threatening about how he doesn't even need to threaten. No...he's just looking into my eyes....PAST my eyes...into my skull....into my mind.... And I know...I just KNOW....that something very bad is going to happen to me.

And with that I finally remember to breathe......and use that breath to turn...and run for the door as fast as I can.............

 

[The_PG]

A small smile flickers across my face, it disappears as my body jerks towards you slightly, as if it wants to chase you because you might get away. There is no way for you to get away, I chide myself, pace myself as I walk to you again. That is something else i must work on, my footsteps are extremely loud in my mind, even thought they are barely above a whisper. "Where are you going Jenny?" I call, rounding the corner and wondering if you'll try to disarm the alarm system, knowing it's impossible with the new password i've entered. My calmness is what makes this all worth while, I know you have got nowhere to run, and have the whole night to play with you. It will be a very, very long night.

 

[CuteBrat]

I bolt....expecting to feel him grab me to try to stop me....expect to hear him chase me to try to catch me. but nothing....I just run. And for a second....just a second...I think I've gotten away. I can almost FEEL the joy inside of me.....the rush of adrenaline....

And then I get to the door.....locked....no way to open it.... I hammer on it desperately....I search for a way to override the automatic locks. Damn this security system.....

And then I hear them. Thump. Thump. Thump.

His footsteps. Maddeningly slow.... He isn't even bothering to hurry. He knows there is no where for me to go. Thump. Thump.

And, trapped by the door to my own home.....knowing i have no where to run....I turn around. And see him slowly walking closer. Thump. Thump.

And I just collapse into a ball on the floor....looking up at him....my eyes wide...terrified...too frightened to even scream, not that anyone could hear me outside anyway. All I can do is shake my head silently. NoNoNoNo.......

 

[The_PG]

My eyes dart to your stricken form. Stricken with fear. I smile and stop just in front of your fetal body, I stand for eternity it seems. Just watching you, my hands entwined behind my back, as if holding some unseen malice that is leaking into my blood stream and flowing through my body. A small smile creeps up my lips as I bend at the knees and hips, until I am eye level with you.

My hand slowly reaches out, I am surprised that you do not slap it away. But then again I am not, I have planned it this way, so that you are nearly paralyzed as my little toy. My fingertips graze your cheeks, down to your fisted hands and slowly grasp them. Then I pull you to your feet, "Don't you want to play?" I ask softly, grinning evilly, wondering when you will break from your stupor, I want to play!

 

[CuteBrat]

"Don't you want to play?"

I can hear the question...the taunting in his tone.... No, I DONT want to play....I don't even know what game he's talking about...but I'm pretty sure I'm not going to like it. No I don't want to play...No I don't want to play. I can hear me repeating it like a mantra in my head. Or maybe outloud. I don't even know.

I feel him pull me to my feet. And I stand there in front of him....knowing there's no place to run...feeling his eyes on my body.... I know he can see that I'm literally trembling. I know he LIKES to see my fear. And I hate him for that. And I hate myself that I can't stop shaking...

And I can do is look up at him, silently beg him not to hurt me.

And wait to see what game he wants me to play.....

 

[The_PG]

Sadly it is only in your head, I prefer verbal resistance to mental. But I can still see it in your eyes as you stare pleadingly into mine, I do not allow myself to get lost in yours, but provide a hospitable place for you to lose yourself in. My eyes shine slightly as you stand in front of me, my hands locked around yours and holding you loosely.

"I want to play with you Jenny, I want to play," I pause, thinking of the perfect word. A childish word, one that continues my feigning of ignorance and innocence, "Doctor." I finish with a grin, slowly withdrawing the scalpel from my inner coat pocket.

I do not give you much time to react, my grasp tightens like a vice as the blade descends to your shoulder. Before you can react it plunges for your skin, as I feel you tense for the sharp pain a small laugh escapes my lips as the razor blade simply slices through the spaghetti strap of your top, first one, then the other. "Want to play?" I ask softly, the blade posed between your breasts, ready to descend and rid you completely of your top.