As I was writing up a review a few nights ago, I got a notification saying that a certain Chibi-Pirate Sadist nominated me for The Companionship Tag, which is basically a chain story.
Like all nomination, there are some rules to follow:
- Mention whom you were tagged by. It’d be sweeter if you also linked to the post wherein they tagged you.
- Write your sentences carrying on from whoever tagged you. Don’t dance off track.
- Write only a few sentences, not an entire novel.
So to fulfill the first one, I was tagged by Lyn. If you haven’t already checked out her blog, I’d recommend you do so ASAP because she’s got some great content (with variety) 😀
I also decided to leave links of all the people who have participated, just in case you all want to go back to the first few entries. I noticed that some people tagged more than one person so who knows, there may be another story with this start elsewhere on the net.
This is the story thus far
He was leaning against the kitchen sink, a cigarette hanging lazily from the corner of his mouth as he studied the timetable pinned to the refrigerator door with an assortment of childish magnets. She hardly knew the boy, and yet he had already made himself comfortable in her home.
He was dirty and unkempt and reeked of cigarettes. She sighed and asked the question she knew he was waiting for.
“What are you doing here?”
“Same as you, my dear. Trying to survive in the big bad world.”
So he was going to make her grovel. She looked him over again and decided she would let him win this once.
“I mean, what are you doing in this kind of town?”
“Don’t you remember me? It’s been a long time, but I didn’t think you would forget this handsome face.”
She knew that confident drawl and the angular chin. It couldn’t be. She knew it couldn’t be, but she let out a gasp.
It couldn’t be. And yet, it was.
“I can’t believe it. No! It’s not true!!” She took a step back from the shock. She couldn’t believe her eyes. She blinked twice and pinched herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming and in return she got a chuckle from the boy around her age, but the boys appearance makes him look like a child.
“It’s me your one and only true lover. And yes true. Remember how I brutally murdered your boyfriend?” The boy let out a sinister laugh. And then he pulled something out of his pocket which was…
…a lighter. But not just any old lighter. She gasps as tears filled her eyes. It was a cheap lighter, originally white, but painted with the skilled fingers of an artist to resemble her favorite anime character. Her boyfriend had given it to her on their second-year anniversary. She’d thought she’d lost it during the accident.
NO. Not an accident, she realized, with wide eyes, that what he said was true. He smiled seductively at her. He took a step towards her and she took a step back.
“S-stay away from me.” She stammered, but the boy just chuckled. He reached up and pressed his hand against her face.
“Stay with me…forever…like this,” And then he was kissing her, forcing his tongue inside her mouth. She bites down, hard, and he lets out a scream of pain. He spits to the side, his saliva stained with blood. “That’s okay,” His eyes are narrowed, but he forces himself to remain calm. “I’ll just stay right here so we can get to know each other a little better.” He kisses her again, lighter this time, and then stalks away, leaving her staring after him in fear and disbelief. She waits until she can hear the shower turning on before she backs into the wall, sinking to her knees as the tears overflow.
You can hear the shower in the other room. She can feel the tears coming down from her cheek. She can see the lake again.
Oh no, it’s happening again. The images. The images of the tragic day she lost her former boyfriend. The police ruled it as a suicide. A car just happens to steer off the bridge and landed into a lake. But there is more to it…that man is involved.
The shower stopped.
“Aimee!” his rough voice called out. Aimee stood from the floor, brushing off the tears from her face. It wouldn’t do for him to see her crying. If anything it would only fuel his sadistic tendencies.
“What do you…” she gasped as she entered the bathroom. Instead of finding Hunter undressed and showered, she found him looking into the vanity. His eyes watched her but all she could focus on was all the red that surrounded her bathroom.
He had removed his jacket and it lay on the floor among the sound she’d believed had been the shower head. Almost as if he could read her mind he spoke, “You know where this came from.”
Finally, she looked over at him and found his eyes gleaming, a smirk tugging at his face. His fingers moved in a dance and the red painting her walls and floor moved towards her.
OK, guys! I’m a fantasy person so I thought I’d add that element in here~
I also noticed that the characters hadn’t been named so I named them. Hopefully, the names aren’t terrible. I have no idea where Aimee came from but I just knew I had to call her that. As for Hunter, I’d like to thank Robot for giving me some suggestions 🙂
I’m no good with names >_<
I also thought this wasn’t going anywhere so I…kind of added some new stuff? Hopefully? Maybe…Gah! I tried! This could be like the end of chapter 1 or something. I tried not to make it too long and I haven’t written any story-like thing in over a year @_@ (gosh I should start writing again)
As for who I nominate…would anyone like to offer themselves up? Anyone? I don’t know if any of my followers would be up for keeping this story alive and I don’t want you all to feel obligated
So if you want to volunteer as tribute, please say so in the comments section >_< I’ll also be asking Lyn if she knows anyone who would be interested in this 😛
(or if anyone knows someone who would be interested, tell me too!) HAHA