Troll Wood Park

[Sweetp4u]

Rachel

"It's just over here." I waved him along and started walking down the trail, careful to check for the vagrants I had seen earlier. Sighing heavily I reached the cave not seeing a single soul.
"Here she is.. isn't she a beaut?" I paused waiting for him to asses the cave.
"It just.. POW! popped out of the ground. Some rumbling and such and up it came.. It's very odd isn't it? I never seen a cave just pop out of no where before.." I turned towards him, barely able to make him out in the darkness.
"What do you think Mr? I'm sorry.. I forgot your name again.."

 

[poohlive]

There was a deadness in his eyes as he darted through the shadows. Back alleys and narrow streets carried him further into this town that had grown. He remembered, if he cared to touch back to those memories, nothing more than a few wooden cabins and some general store.
Now, it looked as if most of the world lived in this tiny little area. Houses upon houses all lined up as quick as you please, and buildings that rose nearly into the sky. Brick piled on top of brick. Some were of a substance he had never seen before. It was strong, sturdy, and seemed even more impervious than wood.
He slammed his fist against it, and a small piece crumbled. Beow cursed as his hand throbbed with pain.
Definitely better than wood.
There was a building, he walked up to it, that had no apparent doors or anything blocking it from the harshness of nature's elements. It had steel bars running up and down, and that was all. Ancient yellow squares lined the interior, as several old women sat and waited for something.
He tried to walk up to them, and something his his forehead.
Reaching out his hand, Beow felt somethign solid, even though he could see nothing. It must be some sort of physical force field, was that right? Had the humans actually evolved in magic?
Oh, how he wished that were so. He wanted something of a fair fight, to fuck all of them and know that they could fight back.
He held his hand up, trying to get through the forcefield. Somethign shattered, sending shards of glass to the ground.
Kneeling, Beow took a closer look. This wasn't magic at all, just some sort of transparent wall blocking from the outside world.
Taking a piece into his mouth, it tasted horrible, like smelly feet.
Beow spit it out, now walking inside. Several of the women had gotten up, one was in the corner, talking to someone.
Although Beow couldn't tell, there seemed to be no one near her. She had some sort of black stick in her hand. The other two had run somewhere. Not that it mattered.
Inside the yellow cubes he could see clothing of some sort. Various states of wet and dry. He understood this, must be some sort of cuber that washes clothes.
Now how did that work?
Oh, curiouser and curiouser. He did indeed want to find out.
Carefully he put his hand one one of the machines still whirring and shaking slightly.
Outside, yet out of earshot of Beow, a siren began to wail.

 

[poohlive]

Now, this was interesting. It had brought, in fact... yes, there is was, one had to look quite close, but that was a smile creeping up on Beow's face.
As he stood there, ignoring his bare feet, bleeding from the shattered glass all over the floor, he couldn't help but do something he hadn't done in years. Hundreds of years in fact.
The humans had learned, somehow, to harness energy. He was unsure of how they actually did it, the technical things as strange to him as he was to this world, but it was there in black and white.
He picked up one of the yellow cubes, with some difficulty, throwing it across the room.
"COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!!!!"
Beow turned, his eyes coming first with the bright flashing. The wailing sound that he steadily getting louder and louder was now right outside. In the form of some sort of metal cube.
What was it with humans and cubes?
Two men, dark in form were pointing at him. There was something in their hands though. He wasn't quite sure, but instinctively he knew that it was bad.
He got old memories of the village where the sheriff came along once in a while, keeping the peace of fellow farmers.
For a moment, a wild moment that scared the shit out of both of the cops, he just stood there, debating whether to have fun with them or not. Oh, it would have been so easy, but he controlled himself.
For the time being, he thought it was best.
After all, he wanted to see what they were all about before he decided to make them pay. Make them all pay for his own injustice.
Obeying their order, he raised his hands and came out of the shop. The orders became even greater, lie down, put his hands behind his back. It reminded him of a children's game he had played ages and ages ago.
Mother may I?
Yes you may.
Strong metal was strapped to his hands, making escape an impossibility. He struggled to keep from laughing at this, obeying their every order and smiling and nodding where it was appropriate.
The true enemy didn't show his force until necessary.
After being read rights about Miranda, apparently a woman who loved lawyers he was asked a few questions.
"I was just curious," he said simply, it was the truth.
After that, more people were questioned, and he sat, eyes blazing in the back of the cube, as the cops began questioning people.
Ants. That's what they all were, little ants running around and acting all important. Thinking they were better than anyone else, and living their happy little fucked up lives with a purpose.
Something he deserved, something he longed for as he bled against the door that refused to yield.
He would make them pay.... he would make them all pay.
Beow's fists were clenched as white as a ghost. Down the block, a fire hydrant blew off it's hingers, sending water cascading into the air.

 

[Lady_Kit]

Emily

Emily watched in disbelief as Rachel followed the strange man from the library.

Well, Em, looks like you can still clear a room. She muttered.

She was disappointed to see Rachel leave, and felt faintly alarmed that the young woman had followed the dark Mr. O'Bly. She shook of the unease though, and continuted to the vault to store the book for the night. Once the old volume was safely locked away, she returned to her office and gathered her purse, briefcase and light jacket. She set the alarm as she left the building and made her way to her car.

The sky above was like black velvet covered with diamonds and she took a moment to enjoy the quiet serenity. She took a deep breath, and sighed. One of the nicest things about Troll Wood Park was the peace and quiet...

Sirens broke the silence of the night. Police lights could be seen moving rapidly past the intersection at the end of the block. Emily wondered at the level of activity as she watched car after car pass. She coudn't imagine what might draw what appeared to be the entire TWP police force.

Shrugging off her curiosity, she climbs into her car. The drive home is short, and she once again appreciates the small old house situated so near the library and center of the old section of town.

As she settles into bed for the night, she tosses and turns for a bit. The normal tranquility of TWP seems to have left with the earlier storm. Her last thought is that change is in the air.

 

[BLACK BART]

Dale O'Bly

I stood in the grassy meadow half listening to the excited woman, half because with my inner senses I was searching for traces of my companions...

"Beow? Where are you?"

"I am in the house of the sherriff in his...cube" Came the flat statement...

"Do you want to be?"


"For now, until I understand fully.Then I shall leave"

I nodded and turned as she asked my name, still reaching for my second and female companion as I spoke...

"Dale O'Bly, My last name being shortened from Blarney" I replied with a smile, remembering the occasion when it happened...I was too drunk to pronounce it and my friends and I had shortened it in a drunken ceremony that left us rolling on the soft cushion of grass...

"There is only one way to explore a cave, go in" I prodded gently "I will lead, if you wish"

"Darwinia, Where are you?" I sent silently, a small worry in the back of my head...The three of us hadn't been seperated for 450 years...and now I felt her only dimly. "What knowledge have you gained?"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Rachel

I glanced around, and grinned brightly. "Nice to meet you Dale.. And thanks for assisting me tonight.. I am not too sure I should go in though.." I whispered the last part, still feeling that someone else was around.
"I mean, what if it isn't safe inside? We have no climbing gear, no flash lights.. We could get lost easily too.." I paused, pacing in the clearing, pausing, pacing some more. I had to think, think carefully what was best to do?
What if someone else found this place? What if they didn't? What if I went inside and got hurt? And what if I was just being silly and stupid?
"What do you think Mr. Geologist? Think it is honestly safe in there?" I paused looking at the opening, for the first time seeing a door.
"Now how did a door get on the cave??"

 

[BLACK BART]

Dale O'Bly

"Safe? Of course not, But that's what makes it so exciting"

I moved to the door feigning surprise, then pushed on it half heartedly...turning to look at the young woman.

"Besides needing help....I think this is more than the average cave inside, and that alone makes it a huge discovery for the one smart enough to hang on to it"

I pressed my shoulder against the door again, giving a false grunt of effort...The door would open easily for me, when the time was right...

"Question being at this time...are you the one ?"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Rachel

"well if you are sure it is safe?? I dont like pain and stuff, nor the thought of being crushed by falling rocks..." I stifled a giggle as he pushed on the door, trying to open it.
"Oh alright! I will go with you! I've got to see inside this thing!" i couldn't stand someone else going in there and not me! I mean, I found it, right? I should get first dibs on entering it before anyone else did..
"And I want to lead, if that is alright with you Dale?"

 

[BLACK BART]

Dale O'Bly

"Nothing is safe in this fragile world, Rachel"

The door slid open and the smell of the stale, evil world below came to us. It was funny, I reflected...How you didn't notice the smell until you were out of it for a time...

"After you" I offered gallantly, holding the door open with my hand.

Three small steps and Rachels world was about to broaden...

three....small....steps....

 

[Sweetp4u]

Rachel

I walked to the door and stuck just my head inside.
"Ewwwww what's that horrible stench!?" I covered my nose with my hand and backed up a little ways away.
"I'm not too sure I really want to go in there.. that's rancid!" I giggled a little as he gave me a strange look.
"Ok ok, I will stop whining.. Let's go!" I smiled, hand covering my nose, and moved into the passage way.
I expected it to be small but it had stone steps going down. Going down where?
"Where do you think it goes?" I peeked over my shoulder to ask him.

 

[BLACK BART]

Dale O'Bly

Rachel had stepped in, her foot on the first step and I slammed the door shut, stepping away...

"It closed?" I alibied, enjoying the game I was playing and the sudden look of aprehension on her face "By itself?"

Rachel grabbed the oversized handle and yanked furiously, turning to me for help...



"Are you gunna help me?"

I grinned, then laughed, the sounds echoing down the ancient steps and off the walls...

"Why? When I've got you right where I've wanted you?"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Rachel

Panic set in when the door loudly slammed behind me, whirling around, I reached out and tried to open it.
"Aren't you going to help me?!" I needed that door open, I hated being locked inside!
"What? What do you mean where you wanted me!? This isn't funny Dale, please help!" I yanked and pushed and pulled on the door, trying with all my mite to open it up.
Panic set in, a little at first and climbing each second as he grinned broadly at me.
"Please?" my voice trembled, "help me?"

 

[BLACK BART]

Dale O'Bly

Still laughing I reached over, brushing Rachel aside...and opened the door, then closed it...

"Is this what you want, sweet Rachel" I taunted, opening it again and watching her move towards it, her eyes wide open as if seeing me for the first time...and perhaps she did...

I flipped the door closed with a fingertip, smiling evilly...

"Sometimes we don't get what we want, do we, sweet Rachel?"

I snaked out an arm and pulled her to me, laghing at her expression on her face as I drew her near...and kissed her lips soundly.

"You ARE sweet" I mocked, licking my lips as I held her to me, feeling her soft curves against my harder and rapidly growing ones.

"Let me show you the "cave", sweet Rachel" I told her...not offering...

"And you'll begin to understand what TrollWood is REALLY all about"

Laughing at her small fists punching my chest I gathered her in my arms and lifting her, moved down the steps.

The steps seemed endless, and on the way I took the time to ravish her more...stealing kisses when she looked up at me...her lips twisting away at first..then becoming more pliable and willing as we moved down...and down...until I stood on the sandy landing at thier base and lowered her to her feet.

Rachels face was red...her blush spread from her cheeks down to the swell above her full breasts as I stood watching her, then told her.

"This is where I spent the first 500 years of my life...Where your ancestors doomed me to, banished me...And this is where you will live...and perhaps die."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Rachel

He moved to the door, that smirk still upon his lips.
"What?" in question and confusion as he opened it and shut it once again. I tried to lunge for the door but he grabbed me and laughed out right.
"Please let me gooooooo!" I fought but he held me with one arm, chuckling at my fiesty attitude.
"Sometimes we don't get what we want, do we, sweet Rachel?"
"Want? I just want to go home.. please let me out?" I tried to get free of him, but he wasn't cooperating at all here. I felt him press against me, his form much stronger than I ever thought it could be. He turned me and kissed me quickly and out of no where. Gasping in outrage I tried to slap his face but he dodged the blow easily and chuckled some more.
"How dare you!?" I flushed brightly and hotly as he man handled me around.
"You ARE sweet" He proclaimed and my anger and embarassment grew more and more. He pressed against me again, grinding himself lewedly into my body.
"Dont touch me!" I was outraged even further he would dare this with me!?
"Let me show you the "cave", sweet Rachel.. And you'll begin to understand what TrollWood is REALLY all about"
I punched his chest a few times as his arms tightened around me and lifted me up as if I weighted nothing more than a feather!
"Put me down you brute!" I swore at him, "Damn it!" He grinned and kissed me once more. Gasping, I turned my head as he came back for another.
"Stop this right this instant!" His hands held me cradled in his arms, walking down into the cave further and further. Panic set in a little more as the cave closed in on me, or felt like it did.
Everytime I looked up he would kiss me again and grin when I glared daggers at him. "That is for marriage and only marriage! Now desist immediately!"
He caught me unaware and kissed me again, something tingled a little but I fought the next advance and turned my head away from him. A tear came to my eye, "I trusted you.. and.. and you do this to me?" I felt like crying, he had lied to me!
He came into some kind of a room and lowered me to my feet, but did not let me go.
"This is where I spent the first 500 years of my life...Where your ancestors doomed me to, banished me...And this is where you will live...and perhaps die."
I halted all struggle against him, "D-Die? No no! Pleeeease not death!? Not down here! I haven't done anything!" I tried to pull free of him and run but he just chuckled and held on.

 

[BLACK BART]

Dale O'Bly

I held onto her as a young girl held her doll, my hand encircling her wrist, her body suspended nearly off the ground as I walked to the center of the room.

"Imagine our horror when we awoke. There was absolute darkness in here, our eyes were accustomed to the forrest above...and when we woke from the drug induced sleep? I heard my own mate lose her mind before I regained enough control over mine to use a spell and create light enough to see by. When the small amount of light revealed our grand...new...home, we lost a dozen more, driven insane by the sight of the walls of rock."

We had moved to the very center of the huge cavern, the sound of dripping water and our breathing breaking the silence. A quick turn and I faced Rachel, loosing her hand and encircling her waist with my hand, lifting her to the stone table we stood by.

"I fashioned this table with my own, bare hands...As did I the markers that line the walls for our brethren,When we were banished to this hell hole there were one hundred and four...What left thru that door above? Barely enough to start again...Your ancestors have nearly decimated an entire race, because of ignorance"

I tore the small cloth shirt from her body, a simple flick of one finger and it was done...the shreds falling to the floor below...Then the support that wrapped her breasts...a delicate black laced thing...a foolish device I thought, covering one of a womans best features.

"Lie down" I ordered harshly, anger in my eyes from the thoughts my own words had brought back to me.

"No, I will NOT!" Rachel yelled back at me, eyes blazing as she crossed herself, covering her breasts in shame.

"YOU WILL lie DOWN" I thundered in return "OR"

"Or what? You'll kill me?" She retorted

And then I grinned...Reaching to my own chest and pulling the stolen shirt off, shredding it as I had hers.

"No, You will be unfortunate enough to live within these walls for your entire life...But I will make you suffer as I have"

Strewn across the table were crude thick plates, fashioned from the samr abundant rock as the table had been...I lifted one in my hands, feeling it's familiar weight...and remembering.

"This one belonged to Toran, he almost made it...still beleiving my words of a day when we would see our forrest again"

It was nothing, the move I made with my two hands...but the heavy plate was broken, a loud snap echoing thru the room and I set the peices down glaring at the defiant woman in front of me.

"Now LIE down"

A sob and I was obeyed, tears coming to Rachels eyes as she leaned back on the cool surface, believing she was about to be raped.


"I am a virgin yet. I've saved myself for the day I marry"

I tore the short bottom from her, not bothering to unfasten it, then the tiny cover over her womanhood...wondering why bother to cover herself at all with so little fabric?

"I am not going to rape you, you will give yourself willingly before I leave." I predicted quietly, smiling at her expected denial...

 

[Sweetp4u]

Rachel

He pushed and pulled me around like I was some rag doll! Stiffening up slightly, I felt my muscles scream in protest of his rough treatment. Biting on my lip to keep from crying in panic, I did my best to listen to him ramble.
"Ancestors? Trolls?" I stood there a second stupified. He lifted me up again and deposited me onto his table he had built.
Tearing off my shirt in the process, I quickly covered myself and backed to the edge of the table.
"Stop that!" I glared at him, trying to hide myself from his eyes. That, this was so improper it wasn't funny!
"Lie down!" He barked an order.
"NO! I will not!" I glared in defiance at him. He pressed the issue with threats, but I wasn't buying it.
"Or else what?" I was afraid inside but bravely covering it up.
"No, You will be unfortunate enough to live within these walls for your entire life...But I will make you suffer as I have"
Suffer? How had he suffered? He looked in fine health to me!?
I watched as he hefted a thick looking rock slab in his hands and told a solemn tale. I felt pity for that man who died within these walls, insane and angry.
A small yelp escaped my lips as I jumped back a little, near teetering on the edge of the table. He crushed that rock in his hands as if it was bread?!
"Now LIE down!" He barked at me again, I felt tears rise to my eyes, fear sinking inside my mind and sticking there. Wide eyed and frightened I laid down on the cold surface and flinched when his hand came into view once more.
"Please.. Don't hurt me.." I whimpered, pathetic true but I was very afraid of what he intended.
Quickly I stammered, "I am a virgin, I am waiting for marriage.. Don't do anything please.." I bit my lip to keep it from trembling, hearing nothing from him.
His hands gripped my shorts and tore them from me, the buttons scraping my flesh slightly. I cried out upset and afraid, then his hand returned and tore off my underwear. Jerking, I hurried and covered myself, tears falling and anger rising.
"I am not going to rape you, you will give yourself willingly before I leave."
"I will NEVER give myself to YOU! or anyone else!" I spat as I venhemently spoke those words.
"Give me my clothes back you heathen!" I felt more tears fall. The shame of this display, laid onto a table, nude and in the open with a stranger looking on.
I averted my face from his, and tried to keep my hands covering my sex and breasts.

 

[Slance]

I started to walk towards the entrence of the cave, but I heard some hurried foot steps behind me and I jumped to the side hiding. I watched as Rachel and a new man entered the clearing talking quietly. I was about to jump out and say some thing but decided mabye this was worth the watch.

I few moments of talking and they entered the cave. I could tell by Rachel's words that she wasn't to keen on going in. Once they final went in I shook my head and got up. I moved over to the cave to enter but the door slammed shut in my face. I stood slightly stunned for a few moments before trying to open it. With no conviction I started circling the cave feeling along the sides with my fingers.

 

[BLACK BART]

Dale O'Bly

Humility and embarressment...Qualities that amused me as I gazed on the naked female trying to cover herself.

"Heathen? You call me a heathen? As if I were unaware of God and all his mightiness?"

I reached for her wrist and pulled her off the table, watching her wince, knowing I was hurting her...

"I know of God, as I do of Satan" I retorted. "Forced to survive as we did, we had much time to dwell on both...and to deal with the one that promised us the most"

Again she covered herself and this time it annoyed me...

"Uncover yourself and stand tall" I ordered her, seeing the fear and yet defiance in her face and eyes. "If I wanted your frail human body I would take it, but I do not. In fact it holds no attraction for me"

The last words were a lie...I had been without a womans services since...too long, and her body was quite arousing. But one thing I had not forgotten was the ways in what a woman would hold her body in promise...until she gained what she wanted.

"I will leave you here, now. To dwell on your God and Satan" I threatened. "Perhaps you will find a way to create light...heat...and food as we did"

It was a false threat. I needed her knowledge..WE needed her knowledge of this world and the changes that had occurred. And once we had that knowledge we could begin our plan.

 

[Lady_Kit]

Emilys' night was restless. Real sleep impossible. Physcially she couldn't get comfortable; if the window was closed, she felt confined; if it was open she felt cold and damp. The short naps she took between the opening and closing of the window were filled with strange visions that she fought to forget when she woke. Forget everything about the dreams she told herself. Most importantly, forget the fact that the man from the library was a recurring character in each dream.

Midway throught the awful night she went to the medicine cabinet and removed the small vial that she kept for nights like this. Shaking out the prescribed dosage and downing the two small pills is like an admission of failure. She hated the need for sedation to sleep, but tonight, there was no other choice. Her skin crawled, her head ached, and her mind was filled with strange wispered conversations.

The doctor had assured her that it was just the result of an overactive imagination. An imagination stimulated by her flighty family. They encouraged her to listen to the night noises, to believe in the unknown, to dream. Life wasn't like that though, there were no prince charmings, no fairy godmothers, and no boogeymen. There was an explaination for every event, there was no magic in the real world.

Emily sighed happily and felt the pills begin to wrap her in sleep. Good old science strikes again, she thought as she drifted off.

...no magic here.....no... magic......here....no

magic here....

 

[Sweetp4u]

Rachel

"Wait! You can't just leave me down here! I will die down here!" I rubbed my wrist where it was raw from his manhandling of me. It hurt, being naked was a little frightening but the thought of trapped down here was worse.
I had no skills for this kind of thing, I had no knowledge of this kind of situation happening!
"Please Dale! I will die down here.." I mumbled patheticly, tears alighting my eyes as I tried to glance around. I was cold as well, and quickly began to shiver.
"No more jokes, please? I learned my lesson.." I sobbed, this was not funny anymore, it wasn't funny to begin with. This was some sick twisted cruel joke that was ok to deal with when I wasn't threatened to be here alone.
"Just take me home? Please?" I begged, I hated begging, but this was too much for me to take in. "it's cold down here.." I glanced around, trying to see something through my tears, perhaps another way out?

 

[BLACK BART]

Dale O'Bly

"There is no joke" I replied softly, turning from the steps and moving back to where she stood. "I have not lied to you of what I have spoken"

My voice had lowered in tone, become softer, seductive, tranquil as I spoke to her trembling, nude form and gathered her in my arms.

I brushed the strands of hair from her face...gently, a fingertip grazing her skin and feeling the electricity travel from me to her...then gently pulled her against my bare chest, her cooler skin molding itself to my warmer, her curves flattening against my harder planes.

"I know it is unfair for what I have done. But we need people to know the atrocity that has been done to us as well"

And to understand why we thirst so for revenge, I nearly added.

A gentle kiss to her forehead as I ran my fingers through her hair and down her bare back...Then another to her tear stained cheek as my hand repeated it's journey...

"Can you find it within you to understand and believe in what I am, and what I must do?"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Rachel

His embrace comforted me somewhat, but I still felt chilled. As he held me close, I warmed up somewhat, still sniffling, I wasn't sure what to believe anymore.
"It's cold down here.. I will try to help Dave.. Just.. Don't leave me here in the cold dark cave.. please?" I pleaded again, I felt small and vulnerable and he was my only hope.
I pressed closer, seeking warmth. Forgetting he removed my clothing and put me in this predictament to begin with.. I just wanted to be warm.

 

[BLACK BART]

Dale O'Bly

"Dale....Sweet innocent lady" I reminded her gently, kissing her lips and gathering her in my arms, her full curves molded to me as I carressed her back, her ass...her thighs...

Our race was a race of tricksters, masters of prank, illusion, seduction of a mind...and I now used those age old talents, letting my thoughts spread into hers as we touched, pressing the need for each into her mind, a heat of a different kind...but one just as physically warming.

"Let me warm you, sweet one. Come to me willingly and let me free your mind...and body"

Her head tilted upward at the suggestion and I took the chance to cover her lips with mine, feeling her resistance to me slowly but surely fading away...She was sweet tasting...so sweet...

My hand slid between her thighs and stopped...slowly I must move, but then I was used to time passing slowly...was I not?

 

[poohlive]

"And your name would be?"
He used the napkin they had given him to wipe the black ink off of his hands, "Beow."
"What?"
Beow raised his head just high enough to stare the man down, as if asking a question about his name were the rudest thing in the world. After a moment, the peace keeper's eyes went back to his paper.
"Beow, B-E-O-W."
Some typing.
"Is that a first or last name?"
"It is my only name."
The officer gave a sideways glance at him. Beow thought he got the image of 'one of those' people, but it left as quickly as it had hit him. He continued to take the ink off. People had become so rude in these modern times, but as he thought back to their ancestors, he knew why.
Somewhere in the back a light exploded, sending hundreds of shards to the ground. Someone cursed, ducking.
"Ok then, Bauw, where are you from?"
At this question his eyes turned to slits. It wasn't the problem with the name, he didn't expect the man to even get it's implications. His interest lie in exactly where he was from, the one place that had secured away any chance of life he ever had.
Beow bent forward, glancing at the small golden nametag on the man's shirt. Liedermann.
He made that name stick in his memory.
"I'm from here."
There was a bit of a throaty sound he made as he typed this next part in. Beow gave a sigh, looking around at this place. Nice perfect little corners as were all things. Cubes within cubes. He sat on a sube chair, in front of a cube desk, next to a man with a cube haircut and short pudgy cubed hands typing on cubed letters to a cube that apparently kept information.
The thing reminded him of the washer earlier, only this one was smaller and gray. Still the same basic purpose though, and it was beginning to sicken him. All of these unnatural things didn't suit him very well at all.
He wouldn't be surprised if they had cubed the entire planet while he was away.
In the back, another sound of shattering glass. Raw anger that he was trying so hard to compress. He had to actually grind his teeth, as he had done for hundreds of years, just to keep most of it inside.
"Age?"
"742."
The man blinked once, and again that muttled look of annoyance and anger swelled up in the man. He got the feeling that he had given the wrong answer. Humans lived much much shorter lives, he had forgotten that. Such a pity, instead of hundreds of years of torture, only dozens.
He picked through the man's mind, coming up with an appropriate age for himself.
"Forty-two."
More angered typing.
"Ok, I'm done with you for now. You'll be locked up for the night, and your court order is in the morning, around nine I think."
He didn't intend to be here that long.
"Thank you so much Leibermann," he rose, and was moved from the bigger cube to the smaller cube.
This one had locks and bars. It looked nothing at all like the old jails back when. They were straw huts, and couldn't barely hold a smell much less a man. Still, this was, at least to him, a straw hut. With a breath he could bend the bars.
Still, he yielded, he wanted to watch things a bit more. Observe the place. The people with all the power, or supposed power of this town. It pleased him, and he was beginning to learn.
At the very least he was making some new friends.
Leibermann.
Leiber, the root, something germainic, or possible polish. Definitely anglo-saxon. The Leiber man....
That name was familiar.
Leiber, oh yes, he would remember.
He would remember.
This time bright sparks came out of some ajounting sockets. None of them were big enough to cause fires, but Leibermann's eyes grew big as saucers when he witnessed this.
Must be the meteor shower or whatever, it must be.
Beow simply smiled.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Rachel

I felt a weird sensation invade my mind, something foreign almost in nature. I shivered slightly as he pulled me close, my thoughts scattering to the winds. Why?
Nothing about this whole scene made any sense to me.
"Warm me? Yes..." I tried to concentrate a little more, "yes.. I am cold." I pressed to him, seeking warmth, my face twisted as confusion set in.
I glanced up at him to ask something important and he kissed me. I did not kiss him back, I just stood there until he was done. His hands began to roam over my body and something registered inside my mind.
Gasping in outrage I glared up at him and jerked out of his arms.
"That is NOT allowed!" I scolded him as I would a child and his smirk showed he did not care what I wanted or wished for.
I tried to say something more, but that fog was still inside my mind, just tittering on the edges making me lose train of thought rather quickly.
Scunching up my nose, I tried to think on what I wanted to say to him? Something about.. What?
Ooooooh, yes!
"I want to go home, please take me home?" I pleaded with him.