KillerMuffin
Seraphically Disinclined
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- Jul 29, 2000
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She had finally done it. She'd twisted his balls in such a way that he had no choice but to ditch the best night of gaming for a date with her. She smirked when they sauntered into the Gatekeeper. He'd want to stay, all right. He'd want to play, all right. But she had a three hundred dollar gift certificate that bought her a weekend out with him by himself. He wanted it, he was going to give her the Christmas present she wanted. Him. He wasn't complaining... too much. She had a little consolation prize for him, though. His new dice were safely tucked in her bra. They were a little surprise for him for later. Once he'd discovered it, he christened all of his dice, well, later. She'd forked out the cash for those, they'd damned well better be magic for that amount of money.
She sighed. That's what you get for falling in love with a gamer. Broke.
The front was dark, as usual. It was actually closed. The back, though, was lit up already. Well, that wasn't surprising, they were late. What was surprising was that it was silent. Dead silent. Gamers were raucous, they made noise. Their dice rolled, they laughed, argued, celebrated, and sometimes fought. They were never silent.
"Guys?" he called out. She exchanged glances with him, worried. "Hey, what's going on here?"
"Are they somewhere else tonight?" She tugged on his sleeve. A bad feeling was crawling up her spine, squeezing her ribs. "We need to go."
He hugged her, then pushed her off. "Wait here."
"I don't think so, we need to go."
"It'll be okay, it's just the guys playing a joke."
She chewed on her lower lip and squeezed the front of plywood rack full of old issues of comic books wrapped in plastic. "Okay, just hurry."
He kissed her cheek and headed into the light.
Something roared. It howled like a bad Godzilla movie. She tried to scream, but nothing came out. She saw him, clawing at the door, his muscles bunching as he tried to pull himself out. The light flashed, curling around his arms and pulling. She leaped forward, grabbing his wrists and tugging backwards.
For a moment, she thought she had him, that whatever it was let him go. Instead, it ripped him out of her arms. She howled his name, leaping toward the flashing globe of whirling light in the center of the room. It growled and swallowed her whole.
"Nooooo!!!"
She collided with the ground, her breath slammed out of her. She whimpered, picking herself up.
"Muffin? Muff?" It was him, thank gawd.
"What happened?" She climbed unsteadily to her feet. The soft soil sucked at her high heels. She tripped when she walked. Stupid shoes.
"I don't know. Why did you come? You should have stayed, you'd be safe!" He hugged her tight, holding her still. She pressed her face to his shirt and cried. "I think I saw some signs of the guys, they went that way. We need to find them."
"Okay." She gripped his hand tight, there was no way she would get separated from him again. Nothing would separate them again. Not ever. "What's that sound?"
"What sound?"
"Like drumming."
"Look! There's a fire. I think I see one of them over there by those trees."
Three horses exploded through trees and nearly ran them down. She screamed and tried to shove him out of the way. He jerked them backwards, knocking them to the grass. One of the horses stopped, its rider sawing on its reins until it reared.
She felt the eyes on her before she saw them. Red and malignant. She backed up in terror. The rider forced the horse to stand on all of its feet, then leaned over and grabbed her. She swung her fist at it. He jumped from the ground, lunging for her legs. She sunk her teeth into the rider's leg, but it ignored the pain. The rider kicked the horse, sending it off at a gallop.
She flailed, trying to jump off, but got no where. She looked behind them, watching her lover run after them as fast as he could. She screamed his name.
OOC: In case you can't tell, a group of gamers, male or female, are sucked into one of their games. Or is it all of their games melded into one? They have to learn to be their characters to rescue the primadonna princess and get themselves home. But they aren't their characters, they're just gamers who have to learn to play for keeps. Wanna play?
She sighed. That's what you get for falling in love with a gamer. Broke.
The front was dark, as usual. It was actually closed. The back, though, was lit up already. Well, that wasn't surprising, they were late. What was surprising was that it was silent. Dead silent. Gamers were raucous, they made noise. Their dice rolled, they laughed, argued, celebrated, and sometimes fought. They were never silent.
"Guys?" he called out. She exchanged glances with him, worried. "Hey, what's going on here?"
"Are they somewhere else tonight?" She tugged on his sleeve. A bad feeling was crawling up her spine, squeezing her ribs. "We need to go."
He hugged her, then pushed her off. "Wait here."
"I don't think so, we need to go."
"It'll be okay, it's just the guys playing a joke."
She chewed on her lower lip and squeezed the front of plywood rack full of old issues of comic books wrapped in plastic. "Okay, just hurry."
He kissed her cheek and headed into the light.
Something roared. It howled like a bad Godzilla movie. She tried to scream, but nothing came out. She saw him, clawing at the door, his muscles bunching as he tried to pull himself out. The light flashed, curling around his arms and pulling. She leaped forward, grabbing his wrists and tugging backwards.
For a moment, she thought she had him, that whatever it was let him go. Instead, it ripped him out of her arms. She howled his name, leaping toward the flashing globe of whirling light in the center of the room. It growled and swallowed her whole.
"Nooooo!!!"
She collided with the ground, her breath slammed out of her. She whimpered, picking herself up.
"Muffin? Muff?" It was him, thank gawd.
"What happened?" She climbed unsteadily to her feet. The soft soil sucked at her high heels. She tripped when she walked. Stupid shoes.
"I don't know. Why did you come? You should have stayed, you'd be safe!" He hugged her tight, holding her still. She pressed her face to his shirt and cried. "I think I saw some signs of the guys, they went that way. We need to find them."
"Okay." She gripped his hand tight, there was no way she would get separated from him again. Nothing would separate them again. Not ever. "What's that sound?"
"What sound?"
"Like drumming."
"Look! There's a fire. I think I see one of them over there by those trees."
Three horses exploded through trees and nearly ran them down. She screamed and tried to shove him out of the way. He jerked them backwards, knocking them to the grass. One of the horses stopped, its rider sawing on its reins until it reared.
She felt the eyes on her before she saw them. Red and malignant. She backed up in terror. The rider forced the horse to stand on all of its feet, then leaned over and grabbed her. She swung her fist at it. He jumped from the ground, lunging for her legs. She sunk her teeth into the rider's leg, but it ignored the pain. The rider kicked the horse, sending it off at a gallop.
She flailed, trying to jump off, but got no where. She looked behind them, watching her lover run after them as fast as he could. She screamed his name.
OOC: In case you can't tell, a group of gamers, male or female, are sucked into one of their games. Or is it all of their games melded into one? They have to learn to be their characters to rescue the primadonna princess and get themselves home. But they aren't their characters, they're just gamers who have to learn to play for keeps. Wanna play?
