(F) Chapter Five: Welcome to the Tombs
I sped down the road, I have to stay away for a few days. Let Master do with her what he will. I am to come back when he calls and dispose of her.
Right now I was implementing the next part of the plan. Only thing was, Master didn't know I was doing this. He thinks I'm just going to go back to the motel. But how can I do that when she's so close? I'm setting the next part of the plan--my part of the plan that was a step closer to being with her. Hillary is just a step in the process that must be done. She is callertel damage. I will dispose of her. I always do what I am told.
Most of the time.
He tells me to stay away from Darcie, but I can't. I'm driven by a force. I *have* to see her. Meet her. Hear her talk, laugh. See her smile, her innocent green eyes. That's what drives me.
I continued speeding down the road, almost to my destination. My dark blue sedan flies down the road, I'm a little too excited. I hope Master is having a pleasant time with Hillary. When I brought her to him he seemed rather pleased.
***FLASHBACK ***
I turned left, down the road, where *he* would be waiting. I pulled in, gates wide open. There always wide open. I followed the gravel road down, passing graves and tombstones, the headlights from the car, guiding the way. I stopped when I came to the end of the gravel road.
I cut the engine, the lights flicking off with it, leaving me in darkness. I clmibed out of the car, walking to the back, I opened the trunck.
She lay, hands and feet bound with rope, duct tape covering her luscious red lips. Wisps of her blond hair cover her eyes. Her chest rose up and down slowly, she was still unconscious. I extended my hand, tilting my head to the side, examini...
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... unlocking the door, I walked through and laid her down on the bed. I untied the ropes around her ankles and wrists. I removed the duct tape from her mouth. She can scream all she wants, but no one will hear her now. I spun around and walked out of the cell, Master pulled the chain around the door, putting the lock though it, it clicked. He stepped back and started observing her again. She needs to wake up, and she will soon.
"Now, we wait," he snickers.
***END OF FLASHBACK ***
I continued down the road, my eyes starting to droop. I have been awake for almost 48 hours. I do need to rest, but I need to complete this part of my plan first, before I did anything else. A yawn flooded my mouth, I need to stay awake.
Stay awake.
I turned the radio on, the noise should help, the humming from the car was only making things worse, loud music should keep me alert .
able to call for help. She then walks back outside controlled by a strange force and going with
The gnawing voice in the back of her head wouldn’t stop reminding her of the hell his arrival would bring. As the day grew close, the voice became louder, urging her to do something. But there was only so much she could do locked away in a concrete box.
When she finished with her morning ritual, I took her into the house, gave her a pat on the head, and grabbed my running shoes. My mind was still empty as I walked to my car, hit the automatic unlock button, and put the key in the ignition. I turned the key one click and the electric system forced the radio to blast into my ears. Simultaneously, thoughts I wasn’t aware were there came to the surface as I listened to Cutting Crew sing “I Just Died in Your Arms Tonight.”
I stared at her unmoving body as we entered the room. She was passed out and peacefully lying in the hospital bed. What I noticed right away was the fact that her appendages and face were very swollen and discolored. Otherwise, she still looked the same with her curly and short cut, white hair. Machines surrounded her bed and crowded up the space of the room. They made a lot of noise and I avoided them for fear of accidentally tampering with them. However, I noticed how they added some weight to the situation. Scanning them over, I realized just how much the hospital had to do to keep her alive.
The house was quiet and peaceful on a pebbled street, the moving trucks pulled up as Clara followed. She stepped out of her car and looked at the house thinking of how this is a fresh start in her life. “Its perfect” she said with a smile on her face. As the movers pushed open the trailer door Clara walked through the white picket fence gate on to the pebbled path and felt the feeling that she was safe, she whispered to herself “Home”.
were 10 doors and at end there was a statue of Osiris, the god of the
By 2:00AM we finished everything and were waiting for a friend in the lobby, who was already waiting. I know, I haven’t slept for hours, but I believe this is worthwhile. I didn’t get to sleep the whole ride to their house. I spent all of my time looking out the window. I could barely see a thing. I...
I jumped and looked around for the source of the eery sound. That’s when I saw It. The door. I hadn’t seen It before. The door wasn’t there last night. Cautiously, I turned the handle.
I woke up with a sharp pain in my chest and head. Around me was the car, it was wrecked and little to no cars nearby. I racked my brain to remember what happened. I was at home and I needed to go somewhere, I got in the car and started driving. The last thing i remember, was the truck coming towards me. then it all went white. I gasped. "the truck, it hit me and I must of passed out." I checked myself. nothing broken, that's good. My phone was smashed so I couldn't call anyone to tell them that I crashed. My brother, Williams house wasn't far so I would walk there.
get out alive out of there and she was right when they went to look
By the time Julie returned her grandmother was ever so lightly snoring. The look of gratification and appreciation of Julie’s previously stern face melted my heart and again my eyes welled with tears. The fence Julie had built around her heart slowly disintegrated as she observed the bond I had developed with her “mom”. With a quivering voice, Julie revealed the stress and emotional turmoil of watching this devastating disease imprison the only mother she had ever known.
She was beginning to recognize this thing that was approaching to possess her, and she was striving to beat it back with her will--as powerless as her two white slender hands would have been. When she abandoned herself a little whispered word escaped her slightly parted lips. She said it over...
...He turned, and with a firm and rapid step he walked across the empty space,. Every heart stopped beating, every breath was held, every eye was immovably upon that man. Without the slightest hesitation, he went to the door on the right and opened it…
My black Hyundai has a surprisingly good engine, so keeping thirty miles per hour over the speed limit was not difficult. As I cruised down the highway, I kept music playing to calm me down and try to forget about for the time being. The screen on my cell phone was consistently li...
The mausoleum at Halicarnassus was the very great mausoleum tombstone of one Maussollos, the ruler of Caria, one of the provinces of the vast Persian Empire, who also served as a Governor or Satrap of the King of the Persian Empire between 377 and 353 BC (Peter and Mark, 1988). This great tomb monument was so gigantic in size going by the ancient building standards and extremely lavish were the various sculptured adornments or decorations that in next to no time the building was being recognised in the Ancient World as one of the Seven Wonders of these Ancient times (Peter and Mark, 1988). Ever since the Roman times the word mausoleum, has always been a generic term used in reference to any vast or gigantic tomb monument (Juan, 2005). In today’s world this is what most people would consider as a large-scale house built of marble meant to house a deceased person’s remains (Juan, 2005).