18 January 2011

Tuesday's Maniac Story

Yesterday, I asked for two random words on Twitter. The words flooded in, and I now have a sufficient amount to make devious stories every Tuesday for three months. Here's the first one. It's a lot darker than my typical writing, and likely slightly disturbing. Hope you don't take offense! The random words are in bold.

drip The singular sound reached the young girl’s ears as she came out of a sleepy haze with her head spinning. drip She blinked hard, trying to bring her surroundings into focus. drip The vague memories of the night before tried to filter through the pounding hammer tapping on her skull. drip

She struggled to sit up, but suddenly realized her hands were bound behind her back with some sort of hard, rough plastic. drip As the panic set in, she struggled against the bonds and rolled off the hard metal bench jutting from the wall. thud The floor met her face and she whipped her head into the air. drip drip drip drip drip Her face was coated in a slimy substance that reeked of urine and cow shit. It fell from her chin in a steady stream as she struggled to spit it from her mouth. drip

The girl steadied her breathing to allay the offensive odor and thought intently for a moment. Her forehead hit the floor, intentionally this time, to give her leverage and force her to her knees. drip Her eyes adjusted to the dark room slowly. The bench was to her back in the windowless space and straight ahead was a door with a tiny barred window, providing only the smallest strip of flickering light. drip She struggled to her feet and looked out of the window. “Hello?” she called tentatively. The only reply was the steady drip and a moth that fluttered out of sight.

“Shit,” she whispered and turned back towards the room. A figure standing in the far corner watched as she gasped and fell backwards against the door in shock. She screamed loudly, but still no one came from the outside.

The tall and bulky figure approached slowly and murmured a quiet, “Shut up, bitch,” before he stuffed a ball gag into her open mouth and sealed it quickly behind her head. The girl stumbled away along the damp wall towards the bench again. She had no idea what was going on, but she knew she had to distance herself from this man-beast, or create a diversion to make a possible escape.

But there was no way out. drip The water drop landed on her hair and streamed down her forehead as the man approached again. A glint of silver reflected off a long sword as he unsheathed it from a cover attached to his belt. He turned to look at it, and she caught his profile just long enough to make a connection. drip An image flashed into her mind: Her car, careening madly on black ice, and a man staring down at his dead dog under her tire.

Fear struck through her, a long chord of black and grey and everything that goes drip in the night. He chuckled softly, as though sensing the change in her. drip “You remember, don’t you?” The girl could do nothing but shake fearfully and slide down the wall in an effort to protect herself. “That was my dog you hit,” he said softly, and twirled the sword in the light. “He was my friend, my only friend, and you killed him.” The man knelt down close to her and ran the sharp blade along her cheek. drip She felt a trickle of hot red blood make a free fall onto her shoulder.

He laughed, a soft and maniacal sound from deep in his stomach. “Since you killed my only friend, it’s only appropriate that you pay.” The sword drove deep into her thigh and the girl made an attempt to scream. drip The pitiful sound was blocked by the ball gag.

drip He turned and walked to the door quietly. “Welcome home, Fido.”

2 comments:

danceswithchaos said...

I've always been a fan of disturbing... I love this Tuesday theme you'll have. Awesome idea.

Lindsay K. said...

Thanks! I think I'll make it recurring.