Originally the summarised end of a trilogy... Never got around to making it into what I really wanted however.
The subject fit the qualities the man desired. Black, mid-length hair that ended in a simple yet elegant ponytail pulled to the side of her head. Skin the colour of golden vanilla, lacking scars, solid in pigment throughout. Her eyes always seemed thoughtful, those deep pools of chestnut surveying slowly, yet timidly. Thick rouge lips beneath a small button like nose. A slender body reminded the man of a coke bottle, curvy in all the right places. Indeed, Annabelle was not just any girl. To him, she seemed like a goddess.
Annie, as the man affectionately called her in his mind was a seventeen year old high school student with a bright future. The man was an admirer from the sidelines, nameless, nonexistant. Annabelle had seen him only two times by his count, both times flashing him that smile that could end a war. The kind of smile a polite person would give a stranger if their eyes met. He however, had seen her every day for the past three months.
The man felt like he knew Annie. He shared her worries, her fears. When she was happy, he rejoiced. When she cried upstairs while her parents fought downstairs, he whispered promises to save her into the open air.
Today was the day. The man knew she would not understand his great affection for her through just one conversation. He needed time to explain himself and he just knew she would understand. After all, it was Annie. Annabelle's morning routine moved like clockwork and the perfect time to carry out his plan drew closer. As Annabelle turned down a street close to her school the man grabbed her. Before she could scream he had covered her mouth and thrown her into the trunk of his old sedan.
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He tried to make her understand but she would not listen. The man was disappointed by this, expecting so much more from her. He pleaded with her only managing to build up enough courage to say the words 'I love you' after three hours of her uncontrollable sobbing. That quieted her for a while. Then a fresh wave of terror washed over her and wails echoed once again all over the warehouse in which he held her captive.
Two days had passed now and although Annabelle had been well fed, she wore the same clothes and had soiled herself, the smell piercing her nose and making her gag. She looked up and there he was, but this time he held a gun, the cold hard steel of it glinted in the light, teasing her. She began crying again, begging for her life through the sobs. The man never spoke. He raised the gun and then,
"BANG!" A shot rang out. The man slumped to the floor, dead.
A team of policemen swarmed the building, securing the girl's safety.
As a quiet family with a shaken daughter drove home that night, the father turned on the radio in an effort to kill the awful silence.
"---kidnap victim was rescued today from the grips of thirty five year old mail man Fraink Bi--" Static as the station changed then' "Ooooooohhh ooooh. You don't know myyyy name, and that's the name that my mother and father gave me Oooooooh."
The nightmare was over for Annabelle's parents but she was already dreading those that would torment her in her sleep every night from then on.
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Written on 2006-04-07 at 16:00
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"The Stranger"
The subject fit the qualities the man desired. Black, mid-length hair that ended in a simple yet elegant ponytail pulled to the side of her head. Skin the colour of golden vanilla, lacking scars, solid in pigment throughout. Her eyes always seemed thoughtful, those deep pools of chestnut surveying slowly, yet timidly. Thick rouge lips beneath a small button like nose. A slender body reminded the man of a coke bottle, curvy in all the right places. Indeed, Annabelle was not just any girl. To him, she seemed like a goddess.
Annie, as the man affectionately called her in his mind was a seventeen year old high school student with a bright future. The man was an admirer from the sidelines, nameless, nonexistant. Annabelle had seen him only two times by his count, both times flashing him that smile that could end a war. The kind of smile a polite person would give a stranger if their eyes met. He however, had seen her every day for the past three months.
The man felt like he knew Annie. He shared her worries, her fears. When she was happy, he rejoiced. When she cried upstairs while her parents fought downstairs, he whispered promises to save her into the open air.
Today was the day. The man knew she would not understand his great affection for her through just one conversation. He needed time to explain himself and he just knew she would understand. After all, it was Annie. Annabelle's morning routine moved like clockwork and the perfect time to carry out his plan drew closer. As Annabelle turned down a street close to her school the man grabbed her. Before she could scream he had covered her mouth and thrown her into the trunk of his old sedan.
_____--_____---_____---_____---_____---_____---_____---______---____
He tried to make her understand but she would not listen. The man was disappointed by this, expecting so much more from her. He pleaded with her only managing to build up enough courage to say the words 'I love you' after three hours of her uncontrollable sobbing. That quieted her for a while. Then a fresh wave of terror washed over her and wails echoed once again all over the warehouse in which he held her captive.
Two days had passed now and although Annabelle had been well fed, she wore the same clothes and had soiled herself, the smell piercing her nose and making her gag. She looked up and there he was, but this time he held a gun, the cold hard steel of it glinted in the light, teasing her. She began crying again, begging for her life through the sobs. The man never spoke. He raised the gun and then,
"BANG!" A shot rang out. The man slumped to the floor, dead.
A team of policemen swarmed the building, securing the girl's safety.
As a quiet family with a shaken daughter drove home that night, the father turned on the radio in an effort to kill the awful silence.
"---kidnap victim was rescued today from the grips of thirty five year old mail man Fraink Bi--" Static as the station changed then' "Ooooooohhh ooooh. You don't know myyyy name, and that's the name that my mother and father gave me Oooooooh."
The nightmare was over for Annabelle's parents but she was already dreading those that would torment her in her sleep every night from then on.
Short story by Hasani
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Written on 2006-04-07 at 16:00
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