05-13-2017, 12:37 AM
Alright then, let's do this.
[spoiler] Ben yawned, stretching his arms out. He was just finishing work, at a grocery store. It wasn't a great job, but he was an aspiring author, and this was just to help him as he was writing a book. Ben quickly walked outside, fumbling around for his keys. He got in his car, and began the short drive to his daughter's day care. Quickly, he arrived, looking up at the cheerful sign saying "Sunnyside Acres". He walked in, going up to the front desk, seeing the usual worker there.
"Hey, Ben, here to pick up Angela?"
"Of course."
"She'll be right back there." the woman said, pointing to a back room. Ben walked in, and Angela, his daughter, ran up to him, a greeting which he embraced by grabbing her up in a hug.
"Hey,buddy!" He said, holding her up. "How was your day?'
"Hi Daddy!" She cheerfully replied. "Ready to go?"
"Why such a hurry? It's not like you're going to a birthday party later, or anything like that."
"Daddy!" Angela said, somewhat loudly. "Of course I do! I'm going to Sophie's birthday party!"
"What? I don't know what you're talking about?" Now, Angela had realised he was joking.
"Alright Daddy, I guess we can go home."
"Wait! You have Sophie's birthday party!" Angela let out a chuckle, walking with Ben out to his car. He hoisted her into her seat, buckling her before quickly going back around to the front to drive. In a few minutes, they had arrived at a pale blue house, with white siding and several windows in the front. Ben walked around to Angela's side, unbuckling her and taking her out of her seat. She walked to the front of the house, her father close behind. The door opened soon after Angela had gotten to the front, Sophie's mother leaning out of the door.
"Hi Angela!" She said. "Come on in! Presents can go on the table."
"Bye, Angela," Ben said, waving to her. "Mind your manners!" He said, as she began to walk inside. When he saw that she was inside, he began to walk back to his car, climbing in and starting it up. He began the short drive back to his house, turning on the radio. But just as his favourite song, Bohemian Rhapsody, came on, the voice of Freddie Mercury was cut out by that of a news anchorman.
"We apologise for interrupting your normal programming, but this is an urgent message to everyone in Foxburrow County, 3 people have recently escaped from a local jail, killing a guard on the way out. They are still on the run, and should be considered dangerous. Citizens are urged to stay inside and lock doors, as to avoid attention from these escapees." Ben quickly sat upright in his seat. Something about that... bothered him. For no apparent reason, he got an uncanny feeling from that broadcast. He quickly dismissed it, pulling into his driveway, and walking inside the house. Strange, he thought. The door was unlocked. He must have simply forgot to lock it before going to work, he assured himself. Sitting down on a couch he pulled out his laptop, preparing to write, working on a new novel of his. That was when he heard it. The unmistakable sound of the cheap plastic stiletto shoes. It was her. Memories flashed in Ben's mind, her standing over him, holding a knife to his throat, her smacking Angela.
"Hello honey!" She cheerfully said, walking down the stairs as though she were meant to be there. "I missed you while you were at work!"
Memories came again. That same voice, coming down the stairs.
It had been a few years now, 4, maybe 5, since he had met her. He had been doing a brief stint as a fast food worker, when he had seen her walk in. As soon as he saw her face, he was sure, certain, that he was in love. Ben had done as much as he could, to try to get her attention. And it worked. For a while, everything seemed great. So good, even, that they got married! That was when the troubles started. She began to demand to know where she was at all times, easily irritable and quick to resort to violence. For a while, Ben had considered divorce. But then, as if it were a message, she had a child. His child. He knew then, that he couldn't leave, for his daughter would need him. He reminded himself that every time the beatings, the abuse got too much. He was willing to take it, for his daughter. But something horrible started. The same things she had done to Ben, she began to do to Angela, his little girl. Finally, he built up the courage, to just get a divorce, leaving her and her abuse behind. That just made it worse. She began following Ben, a shadow in the corner of his eye everywhere he went. But he didn't hesitate this time. He got a restraining order, the minute he knew it was her. For a while, it seemed like the problem was solved. She couldn't follow him anymore, there was no way for her to hurt him. By this time he began dating again, and was in a relationship with a woman named Susan. One day, Angela was at daycare, Ben taking some time off, Susan having asked to come over. Then she came, back into his life. She came while he was taking a short nap waking him up with a slap to the face.
"You've been a very bad boy," She snarled, wiggling her finger in a mock gesture. Seeing that woman Susan, while I was gone? You can't cheat on your wife like that!" She nearly screamed into his face. Suddenly, Ben saw that she had his baseball bat in hand, an old one he had gotten signed. "And you know what happens to bad boys, don't you?" She had mockingly asked. "First, let's make sure you don't get any ideas with that Susan." She yelled, hoisting up the baseball bat and bashing it against Ben's groin. He yelled, in pain, and she did it again, and again, to the point that Ben thought it would never stop. But, eventually she did. Only to pull out a knife from her pocket. She held it against his throat. "Now, you're gonna do what I want, okay? Let's have some fun time, just like we used to." Suddenly, the door flung open, and Susan walked in. Her eyes grew wide with shock, and she quickly called 911 with her phone. Then she raced out off the back door, Susan and Ben staring in shock. Ben was shot back to reality when he once again heard her voice. He sat there, paralyzed.
"I hope you've been good since I last saw you!" She said, with such a fake, horrifying joy. "Because if you weren't... well, we remember what happens to bad boys, don't we?" She pulled out a knife, the same type as the one she used last time.
"Now, get up!" She yelled, and Ben slowly got up, forced to listen. But no. This time, he wouldn't just stop. He wouldn't let her get to him. Not again. Ben picked up his laptop off of his couch and threw it at her, not looking to see if it hit as he began running away. To the backdoor, in the kitchen, he had run, only to find it was locked. He fumbled with the locks, opening all but one of them when she walked in. A fresh bruise was on her shoulder, so Ben knew the computer had hit.
"That's a bad boy!" She scolded. She walked towards him, pulling out her knife. "Now, come here like a good boy and take your punishment!"
"No." Dan muttered, softly.
"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?!" She screamed, more angry now than ever.
"No. I won't listen to you. Not again." Ben grabbed the nearest thing, a wooden spoon on the counter, and threw it at her, running right past her as it slammed against her eye.
"BAD!" She screamed, "BAD, BAD BOY!" but Ben was running now, too far from her. He threw open the front door, racing outside out of his yard, down a street next to his house. His neighbors were having a barbecue, he noticed, racing past their house.
"HEY!" He yelled to them. "CALL 911! NOW!" But he didn't wait to see if they did, he kept running, down the street, before tripping on a rock. She caught up to him now, getting on top of him and digging her knife into his shoulder.
"You could've made this better," She said. "You could've been a good boy, and we wouldn't need this, and I could have you. But you weren't, and now I need to get rid of you." She ripped her knife out of his shoulder, being sure not to come out of the exact same hole, making more cuts. Ben screamed, and one of his neighbors ran outside, a tall, skinny woman. She watched what was going on, and started to race over towards Ben.
"SLUT!" She screamed. "YOU WANT HIM FOR YOURSELF, DON'T YOU YOU DIRTY WHORE!" She had screamed. The woman got wide eyed, and then she came after her, holding the knife out, beginning another chase. Then, a miracle happened. The police managed to show up, just then, several officers swarming around her, each with guns aimed. She screamed, stabbing one of the nearest officers, when one shot her in the foot. But that only made it worse. She hobbled, but it was just as fast, fueled by rage. She managed to, somehow, stab 3 more of the police, before one finally shot her in the chest. She fell to the ground, with no more screams, only the silent siren call of death. Ben raced over to her, seeing if she was alive.
"Kate..." He said, quietly, taking her hand. "It's better now... It's better..."
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[spoiler] Ben yawned, stretching his arms out. He was just finishing work, at a grocery store. It wasn't a great job, but he was an aspiring author, and this was just to help him as he was writing a book. Ben quickly walked outside, fumbling around for his keys. He got in his car, and began the short drive to his daughter's day care. Quickly, he arrived, looking up at the cheerful sign saying "Sunnyside Acres". He walked in, going up to the front desk, seeing the usual worker there.
"Hey, Ben, here to pick up Angela?"
"Of course."
"She'll be right back there." the woman said, pointing to a back room. Ben walked in, and Angela, his daughter, ran up to him, a greeting which he embraced by grabbing her up in a hug.
"Hey,buddy!" He said, holding her up. "How was your day?'
"Hi Daddy!" She cheerfully replied. "Ready to go?"
"Why such a hurry? It's not like you're going to a birthday party later, or anything like that."
"Daddy!" Angela said, somewhat loudly. "Of course I do! I'm going to Sophie's birthday party!"
"What? I don't know what you're talking about?" Now, Angela had realised he was joking.
"Alright Daddy, I guess we can go home."
"Wait! You have Sophie's birthday party!" Angela let out a chuckle, walking with Ben out to his car. He hoisted her into her seat, buckling her before quickly going back around to the front to drive. In a few minutes, they had arrived at a pale blue house, with white siding and several windows in the front. Ben walked around to Angela's side, unbuckling her and taking her out of her seat. She walked to the front of the house, her father close behind. The door opened soon after Angela had gotten to the front, Sophie's mother leaning out of the door.
"Hi Angela!" She said. "Come on in! Presents can go on the table."
"Bye, Angela," Ben said, waving to her. "Mind your manners!" He said, as she began to walk inside. When he saw that she was inside, he began to walk back to his car, climbing in and starting it up. He began the short drive back to his house, turning on the radio. But just as his favourite song, Bohemian Rhapsody, came on, the voice of Freddie Mercury was cut out by that of a news anchorman.
"We apologise for interrupting your normal programming, but this is an urgent message to everyone in Foxburrow County, 3 people have recently escaped from a local jail, killing a guard on the way out. They are still on the run, and should be considered dangerous. Citizens are urged to stay inside and lock doors, as to avoid attention from these escapees." Ben quickly sat upright in his seat. Something about that... bothered him. For no apparent reason, he got an uncanny feeling from that broadcast. He quickly dismissed it, pulling into his driveway, and walking inside the house. Strange, he thought. The door was unlocked. He must have simply forgot to lock it before going to work, he assured himself. Sitting down on a couch he pulled out his laptop, preparing to write, working on a new novel of his. That was when he heard it. The unmistakable sound of the cheap plastic stiletto shoes. It was her. Memories flashed in Ben's mind, her standing over him, holding a knife to his throat, her smacking Angela.
"Hello honey!" She cheerfully said, walking down the stairs as though she were meant to be there. "I missed you while you were at work!"
Memories came again. That same voice, coming down the stairs.
It had been a few years now, 4, maybe 5, since he had met her. He had been doing a brief stint as a fast food worker, when he had seen her walk in. As soon as he saw her face, he was sure, certain, that he was in love. Ben had done as much as he could, to try to get her attention. And it worked. For a while, everything seemed great. So good, even, that they got married! That was when the troubles started. She began to demand to know where she was at all times, easily irritable and quick to resort to violence. For a while, Ben had considered divorce. But then, as if it were a message, she had a child. His child. He knew then, that he couldn't leave, for his daughter would need him. He reminded himself that every time the beatings, the abuse got too much. He was willing to take it, for his daughter. But something horrible started. The same things she had done to Ben, she began to do to Angela, his little girl. Finally, he built up the courage, to just get a divorce, leaving her and her abuse behind. That just made it worse. She began following Ben, a shadow in the corner of his eye everywhere he went. But he didn't hesitate this time. He got a restraining order, the minute he knew it was her. For a while, it seemed like the problem was solved. She couldn't follow him anymore, there was no way for her to hurt him. By this time he began dating again, and was in a relationship with a woman named Susan. One day, Angela was at daycare, Ben taking some time off, Susan having asked to come over. Then she came, back into his life. She came while he was taking a short nap waking him up with a slap to the face.
"You've been a very bad boy," She snarled, wiggling her finger in a mock gesture. Seeing that woman Susan, while I was gone? You can't cheat on your wife like that!" She nearly screamed into his face. Suddenly, Ben saw that she had his baseball bat in hand, an old one he had gotten signed. "And you know what happens to bad boys, don't you?" She had mockingly asked. "First, let's make sure you don't get any ideas with that Susan." She yelled, hoisting up the baseball bat and bashing it against Ben's groin. He yelled, in pain, and she did it again, and again, to the point that Ben thought it would never stop. But, eventually she did. Only to pull out a knife from her pocket. She held it against his throat. "Now, you're gonna do what I want, okay? Let's have some fun time, just like we used to." Suddenly, the door flung open, and Susan walked in. Her eyes grew wide with shock, and she quickly called 911 with her phone. Then she raced out off the back door, Susan and Ben staring in shock. Ben was shot back to reality when he once again heard her voice. He sat there, paralyzed.
"I hope you've been good since I last saw you!" She said, with such a fake, horrifying joy. "Because if you weren't... well, we remember what happens to bad boys, don't we?" She pulled out a knife, the same type as the one she used last time.
"Now, get up!" She yelled, and Ben slowly got up, forced to listen. But no. This time, he wouldn't just stop. He wouldn't let her get to him. Not again. Ben picked up his laptop off of his couch and threw it at her, not looking to see if it hit as he began running away. To the backdoor, in the kitchen, he had run, only to find it was locked. He fumbled with the locks, opening all but one of them when she walked in. A fresh bruise was on her shoulder, so Ben knew the computer had hit.
"That's a bad boy!" She scolded. She walked towards him, pulling out her knife. "Now, come here like a good boy and take your punishment!"
"No." Dan muttered, softly.
"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?!" She screamed, more angry now than ever.
"No. I won't listen to you. Not again." Ben grabbed the nearest thing, a wooden spoon on the counter, and threw it at her, running right past her as it slammed against her eye.
"BAD!" She screamed, "BAD, BAD BOY!" but Ben was running now, too far from her. He threw open the front door, racing outside out of his yard, down a street next to his house. His neighbors were having a barbecue, he noticed, racing past their house.
"HEY!" He yelled to them. "CALL 911! NOW!" But he didn't wait to see if they did, he kept running, down the street, before tripping on a rock. She caught up to him now, getting on top of him and digging her knife into his shoulder.
"You could've made this better," She said. "You could've been a good boy, and we wouldn't need this, and I could have you. But you weren't, and now I need to get rid of you." She ripped her knife out of his shoulder, being sure not to come out of the exact same hole, making more cuts. Ben screamed, and one of his neighbors ran outside, a tall, skinny woman. She watched what was going on, and started to race over towards Ben.
"SLUT!" She screamed. "YOU WANT HIM FOR YOURSELF, DON'T YOU YOU DIRTY WHORE!" She had screamed. The woman got wide eyed, and then she came after her, holding the knife out, beginning another chase. Then, a miracle happened. The police managed to show up, just then, several officers swarming around her, each with guns aimed. She screamed, stabbing one of the nearest officers, when one shot her in the foot. But that only made it worse. She hobbled, but it was just as fast, fueled by rage. She managed to, somehow, stab 3 more of the police, before one finally shot her in the chest. She fell to the ground, with no more screams, only the silent siren call of death. Ben raced over to her, seeing if she was alive.
"Kate..." He said, quietly, taking her hand. "It's better now... It's better..."
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