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Prompt 319 - Hopelessness - "Terror Strikes" - Original
Title: Terror Strikes
Prompt: 319 Hopelessness
Character(s): Nicholas, Delilah & Reia
Pairing(s): Nick x Delilah & Nick x Reia
Genre(s): Drama
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 904
Summary: Stalked and hunted into the darkness, Nick feels he can't escape the woman whose ways mimic those of the Devil
Terror Strikes
He panted crazily, running into a dark alleyway and ducking for short-lived shelter. Why was she so persistent and scary, especially for a woman? He had never felt so terrified of any one thing in his life. His first girlfriend in high school made him nervous, that was for sure, but this was ridiculous.
Nick waited as he heard the footfalls of a high-heeled clad individual enter the vicinity and he held his breath within the shadows. Hopefully she wouldn’t notice him and would think he ran around the corner instead, thus giving him a chance to escape and get help.
“Feeling helpless yet?” Her slick voice called out to him from merely feet away. His heart stopped awkwardly, fearing that she had indeed heard him, or worse, seen him. “You, of all breeds of people, shouldn’t run from a free woman. Don’t you want me?”
He cringed thinking of her vampire like teeth flashing brighter in the terrifying moonlight, her grin sadistic and hungry for one thing. Everyone these days had some kind of terrible history or aggressive habit, and Delilah’s was of a sexual manner, but he was begging to know why he was her victim.
Cold, clammy fingers ran over his cheekbone and he froze. “Get away from me!” his mind screamed, but his mouth wouldn’t move. Sheer terror overtook his body for that moment and he couldn’t command it to move no matter how much he willed it.
The edges of her long fingernails traced down the side of his face, sending unwelcome shivers over his spine and made his skin crawl. Was she some kind of witch in disguise that had him under a spell? “I’m going to make you want me one way or another. I don’t believe in rape…”
Nick felt his fist beginning to respond slowly to his cries of rage as he tried to buy himself some time by whispering quietly. “I don’t want anything from anybody.”
Delilah chuckled sickeningly. “Every man wants a woman deep down. She has something they don’t, and they crave that. I’d open you up to a whole new world, Nicholas, one you haven’t experienced yet. I promise it will be fun…”
As her mouth began to edge towards the flesh of his ear, and his stomach flipped over nervously, the hotness of her breath was suddenly wrenched away by a powerful force. He heard a scuffle behind him and he finally turned his eyes to see what had happened; Reia had appeared out of nowhere and had Delilah pinned against the brick wall adjacent of him.
“Don’t touch him.” Reia seethed angrily, her slender figure firm and adamant against the writhing one of Delilah.
Delilah chuckled again and kicked Reia away, entangling her arms with the younger woman and wrestling her to the wet, unearthed pavement. “What? Is he saving himself for you? How deplorably romantic. I hate people like you.”
Nick saw an arm extend out suddenly in the dark, but he couldn’t tell whose it was until the outcry following; it was Reia’s painful scream, but the scuffle didn’t end. The two women fought and clawed at each other, kicking and biting in the narrow alleyway as both struggled to stay dominant over the other.
One woman then snatched the other by the arm and twisted it behind her back, forcing a loud cracking noise into the air, followed by a shriek of both anger and agony. The bone must have broken, Nick figured, but the fight didn’t end. The next thing he could make out was a loud thud and the ensuing sound of wooden crates crashing nearby, wood splintering into flesh and open air like an apple being carved into pieces in one swift motion.
Next there was a squelching noise and then a vicious quiet. Was the fight over and had his hero become the victim? Nervously, he came out of hiding and approached the heavily breathing figure illuminated dimly in the moonlight. The familiar sway of the long hair tied up in a ponytail gave him relieving confidence that Reia was the victor.
But her victory came at a price. When she wouldn’t turn to face him, Nick stepped around her to see the damage done; Delilah was on the ground, tangled up in the mess of crates with a large, jagged piece of wood jutting out of her midsection. The sight was nauseating and made his stomach turn, so he quickly averted his gaze to Reia, and she wasn’t much better. Blood was streaking down the left side of her face where claw marks left their gory imprint, marks he assumed were left by Delilah’s cat-like fingernails. There was also another wound on the opposite side of her head; a horrifying gash just above her ear had turned her deep blue hair to a repulsive shade of maroon.
“Are you… all right? Let’s get you to Alex so he can give you some medical treatment.” He said quietly, reaching to take her by her right arm, but she pulled away from him, her opposite hand drawing up to favor the limb he had grabbed at. Her arm was the one that must have broken a short while ago.
“We’ll go in a minute.” She said just as softly, but her voice was darker than normal, focused and almost hateful. “I want to wait and see if the bitch gets up.”
Prompt: 319 Hopelessness
Character(s): Nicholas, Delilah & Reia
Pairing(s): Nick x Delilah & Nick x Reia
Genre(s): Drama
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 904
Summary: Stalked and hunted into the darkness, Nick feels he can't escape the woman whose ways mimic those of the Devil
He panted crazily, running into a dark alleyway and ducking for short-lived shelter. Why was she so persistent and scary, especially for a woman? He had never felt so terrified of any one thing in his life. His first girlfriend in high school made him nervous, that was for sure, but this was ridiculous.
Nick waited as he heard the footfalls of a high-heeled clad individual enter the vicinity and he held his breath within the shadows. Hopefully she wouldn’t notice him and would think he ran around the corner instead, thus giving him a chance to escape and get help.
“Feeling helpless yet?” Her slick voice called out to him from merely feet away. His heart stopped awkwardly, fearing that she had indeed heard him, or worse, seen him. “You, of all breeds of people, shouldn’t run from a free woman. Don’t you want me?”
He cringed thinking of her vampire like teeth flashing brighter in the terrifying moonlight, her grin sadistic and hungry for one thing. Everyone these days had some kind of terrible history or aggressive habit, and Delilah’s was of a sexual manner, but he was begging to know why he was her victim.
Cold, clammy fingers ran over his cheekbone and he froze. “Get away from me!” his mind screamed, but his mouth wouldn’t move. Sheer terror overtook his body for that moment and he couldn’t command it to move no matter how much he willed it.
The edges of her long fingernails traced down the side of his face, sending unwelcome shivers over his spine and made his skin crawl. Was she some kind of witch in disguise that had him under a spell? “I’m going to make you want me one way or another. I don’t believe in rape…”
Nick felt his fist beginning to respond slowly to his cries of rage as he tried to buy himself some time by whispering quietly. “I don’t want anything from anybody.”
Delilah chuckled sickeningly. “Every man wants a woman deep down. She has something they don’t, and they crave that. I’d open you up to a whole new world, Nicholas, one you haven’t experienced yet. I promise it will be fun…”
As her mouth began to edge towards the flesh of his ear, and his stomach flipped over nervously, the hotness of her breath was suddenly wrenched away by a powerful force. He heard a scuffle behind him and he finally turned his eyes to see what had happened; Reia had appeared out of nowhere and had Delilah pinned against the brick wall adjacent of him.
“Don’t touch him.” Reia seethed angrily, her slender figure firm and adamant against the writhing one of Delilah.
Delilah chuckled again and kicked Reia away, entangling her arms with the younger woman and wrestling her to the wet, unearthed pavement. “What? Is he saving himself for you? How deplorably romantic. I hate people like you.”
Nick saw an arm extend out suddenly in the dark, but he couldn’t tell whose it was until the outcry following; it was Reia’s painful scream, but the scuffle didn’t end. The two women fought and clawed at each other, kicking and biting in the narrow alleyway as both struggled to stay dominant over the other.
One woman then snatched the other by the arm and twisted it behind her back, forcing a loud cracking noise into the air, followed by a shriek of both anger and agony. The bone must have broken, Nick figured, but the fight didn’t end. The next thing he could make out was a loud thud and the ensuing sound of wooden crates crashing nearby, wood splintering into flesh and open air like an apple being carved into pieces in one swift motion.
Next there was a squelching noise and then a vicious quiet. Was the fight over and had his hero become the victim? Nervously, he came out of hiding and approached the heavily breathing figure illuminated dimly in the moonlight. The familiar sway of the long hair tied up in a ponytail gave him relieving confidence that Reia was the victor.
But her victory came at a price. When she wouldn’t turn to face him, Nick stepped around her to see the damage done; Delilah was on the ground, tangled up in the mess of crates with a large, jagged piece of wood jutting out of her midsection. The sight was nauseating and made his stomach turn, so he quickly averted his gaze to Reia, and she wasn’t much better. Blood was streaking down the left side of her face where claw marks left their gory imprint, marks he assumed were left by Delilah’s cat-like fingernails. There was also another wound on the opposite side of her head; a horrifying gash just above her ear had turned her deep blue hair to a repulsive shade of maroon.
“Are you… all right? Let’s get you to Alex so he can give you some medical treatment.” He said quietly, reaching to take her by her right arm, but she pulled away from him, her opposite hand drawing up to favor the limb he had grabbed at. Her arm was the one that must have broken a short while ago.
“We’ll go in a minute.” She said just as softly, but her voice was darker than normal, focused and almost hateful. “I want to wait and see if the bitch gets up.”