I'll update later. I ussually get ideas when I walk my dog at the weekend, so yeah. xD Sorry to make the flashback drag on for so long, it's just I don't ussually get chance to write for long periods of time. Thanks to any readers who have stick with me to get this far. Getting near ish the end now, unless I add a twist. (Just got an idea writing that sentence.Holy ****, it's pretty awesome as well...) Sorry for rambling!
Ever since something happened though, my brother checks my notes and if I don't let him he'll tell.. I'm going to post the story so far in one post so it makes it easier when I'm updating. It may be missing a few parts, but meh. Just scroll down through it~ ------- 7. 7 Hours. 7 Hours to live. I read through the note, my hands shaking. I ran my finger over a creased corner and read the words aloud, the disbelief clear in my hazel eyes. "You know what you've done. Scum like you disgust me. You will be rid off. Forever. You have 7 hours to live. Don't try to run, nor try to hide. It's pointless. I'm watching....Always." My hands froze. My face paled and my long black hair fell across it. The note stayed in full view, in my motionless hand. I sunk down onto the sofa behind me and shut my eyes, replaying my life so far. I was born at one minute to midnight, to the astonishment of my happg mother and father. They therefore decided to name me "Midnight." Unfortounetly, there was a freak accident driving home from the hospital. Fuck earthquakes. Mum: gone. I never even knew her. Father had to look after me, but it was still painful seeing other my age with their mothers'. Father gradually got deppressed and so Auntie looked after me. Later on Dad went to rehab for something I wasn't aloud to be told. As if to add to my messed up life, Aunt Mary got fired, then depressed too. But she turned to abuse... So I ran away. It was simple really. I was 16 and needed an escape. I gathered my things, took some money out of aunties' purse, and boarded the train to freedom. Oh how I wished... I was 16 and living on the streets. I had a small amount of money, and so rented a flat. It was smelly, stained, dull and small. I hadn't realised it would be this hard. I applied for jobs, but I was young with no qualifications. No one would accept me. There was only one thing I could do. The twelth of May was the day I became a prostitute. After a few years of saving up money and carrying on with my job, I eventually bought a small house. I quit my job and worked at Tescos. But one night just before I was about to quit my first job, something big happened... I guess the past is catching up with me. I sighed and shuddered, then tugged the black hoodie around my shoulders. It was him, it had to be. I put the note on the top of a wooden cabinet and walked out of the living room. Then I locked the front and back doors. I lived alone. I had a few friends, but generally chose not to socialise, so I doubt they'd come round to my house. Just as I was about to turn and double-check the house, I heard a clattering from the fireplace. I hurriedly walked over and looked around it. It looked normal. There were candles and pictures on it and in the middle of the fireplace, a dark black area where a fire would have been. It got removed before I moved in, two years ago. I'm twenty now. I peered into the black pit and gulped. Another neatly folded note lay out of place in the surrounding darkness. I gently lifted it out, anxious not to tear. My curiousity rose and I carefully unfolded it. "Clock's ticking. 6 and a half hours remaining. Relax for now, the game has barely begun..." "Oh ****," I mumbled under my breath. "It's okay, it's just someone pretending. They must be playing a prank or something." I tried to convince myself but it was useless. As if someone could hear me, a loud bang echoed from the distance. Coincidence or not, there's no way I was taking chances. I jogged back into my living room and with every ounce of strength, heaved an armchair away until it could be pushed against the front door. Then I did the same with the back door and walked back to the hallway. I froze and quickly went upstairs and into the bathroom. I'd forgotten about the window in there! The bathroom is small with white tiles and walls, a blue mat and a sink, toilet, bath and shower. It also contained a small window with a light blue curtain embracing it. I felt an uneasy feeling in my stomach as I pushed back the curtains. I knew something must be wrong... On the window in a blood red scrawl it said, "I know how much you like candles, so I guess you must like fire. Too bad if not...By the way...6 hours and 15 minutes left. Say your goodbyes already." I gulped as the scent of smoke filled my nostrils. Aw ****. I inhaled the scent again and placed a trembering pale hand onto the pure white sink. I shut my eyes then opened them again, and blinked rapidly.Surely this can't be happening? I rolled up my black hoodie sleeve revealing a skinny arm. I pinched it hard, yet nothing happened. I sighed and cautiously stepped across the tiles, reaching my hand out to skim the edges of the wooden door. Cold. Good. My hands wrapped around the handle and I opened the door completely. A gasp escaped my open lips as my eyes connected with the cream wall, now covered with soot. I froze and took a step back. My eyes darted around the landing, looking for a way of knowing how it had happened. The floor looked normal, and the stairs were their usuall grotty brown. The bathroom door and my bedroom door looked normal too, it was just the wall above my bedrooom door that had been disturbed. I tentatively walked across the carpet, careful not to trip on some string laying on the floor, and gazed at the wall, reading it over and over in a quiet whisper. "6 Hours left and the games are kicking into action, but don't worry, there's no fire....yet." "Six hours,"I murmured. "Surely it can't have been an hour already?" I took a last look at the abstract wall. No need really, the picture will be etched into my brain anyway. I shook my small head slightly, the situation feeling surreal. Then with a last worried glance, I turned my back and walked down the rickety stair case, not seeing the outlines of a shadowed figure tucked away behind the bathroom door... I swiftly walked into my living room and sat down at the coffee table. The living room now the "planning room." The planning room is a small cosy room, which is the middle of the house. The attic is just above it. It had two red armchairs; now pushed against the front and back door, an old coffee table and a small wooden table. Not much, but I'm not your' richest woman. I contemplated different things, there were so many thoughts spinning through my head. One thought stuck out though... To write that on the walls...He would have to be in the house. I gulped. I was going to have to check the house.... I stood up slowly, feeling self conscious as the eyes of the portraits upon the wall bore down onto my back. A shudder ran up my rigid spine. The note came into my head...The way the person liked to say "games"...I guess the first game was hide and seek. I smoothed my top of creases and cautiously walked into the hallway. I'd check upstairs first; it has more likely hiding places. I made my way up the creaking steps and onto the landing, then stood as silent as I could. Nothing. Nothing but a mysterious silence... I ducked, due to the low ceiling, and went into my room. My eyes flitted around the room quickly. It was small with lilac walls and a cream carpet. It had a tiny desk tucked away in the shadow of the medium sized brightly coloured bed. It had a spinny chair in the middle of the room, a wardrobe, the attic latch on the ceiling, and a shelf crammed high with books. Nothing seemed touched though. Safe. Or supposedly anyway. Good. I ducked under the desk, into the small gap underneath, and pulled the knife out from under my sleeve. My heart pounded against my rib cage, and each heartbeat sounded like a stampede of elephants. Still I remained quiet. I had too. Why? It is hide and seek after all... I chewed on my lip, willing my body to stop violently shaking. A salty droplet of water escaped my eye; everything that had happened now catching up to me. I burrowed my face into my welcoming hoodie, squeezing shut my bloodshot eyes. Flashback. Work. Over. Shift. Done. Thank God. I slipped my slender body into a over sized hoodie and dark blue skinny jeans. I was sick of haveing to wear s****y clothes. More to the point, I was sick of my stupid job and all the additional crap. I backed out of the strangers' bedroom. My "work" now done. I carefully walked down the stairs, in awe of the poshness of the house I was in. Just as I was about to step out the front door, a glint of something silver caught my eye. I looked left and right, but the hallway only held myself. The man I was just with now asleep. Or so I thought... I walked over to the glimmer of silver, to see it was a wrapper. I frowned. My curiousity rose; my human nature tempting me rip of the layer of shining silver. I still am not sure to this day why I did it, I mean, it was none of my buisness... I carefully peeled back the wrapping paper to see a piece of card. Plain white card. On the card was messy black handwriting... I couldn't help it. I was always known for being curious. I read through the card... My eyes bulged and my hands trembled. I dropped the note to the floor - out of place in the tidy house- and fled, terrified, out the front door and into the night... Flashback end. The warmth lulled me into an uneasy sleep. I was out. Unaware of anything going on around me. Unaware of the attic latch gradually opening... ---------------------------------------- ???P.O.V I dropped down stealthily, my black beady eyes flitting around the small room. The girl was asleep. A smirk tugged at the corners of my mouth; that made my job easier. I crept towards her, wincing at the squelch of my boot lightly tapping the floor. Chloroform stained cloth in my left hand...Dagger in my right. I croutched down next to the girl, tucked away under her excuse of a desk. Her expression was pained. Ha! If she thought her dream was bad, wait till she wakes to reality! My sun kissed face bent down to hers, my lips grazing her ear. My left hand tightened. My lips parted slightly, letting out a soft growl. "Lights out my dear..." Her eyes opened suddenly, "wha-" Before she could cry out, I bought the cloth to her lips. I held my breath for a few moments. Thud! I let out a twisted laugh. Now to get to work... ---------------------------------------- Flashback. Rain flew at the living room window, and thunder could be heard easily. Auntie sat watching TV on the posh leather sofa, unaware or uncaring of the shaking 8 year old...Me... watching out the wide window, scared. I looked at the rain wide eyed, "A-auntie make it stop!" I stuttered, my young self not used to the horrendous weather. I placed my hands over my ears, trying to foolishly block out the thunder. "Shut up, you ignorant brat! I'm trying to watch my programmes! No wonder your' Father was depressed...Having to deal with a whiny **** like you! Shut up," Auntie said in an irratated tone, not even looking away from the loud TV. She was to engrossed in her ridicolous programme to even give the little girl a second glance. I looked at the floor, and bit hard on my lip trying to keep a straight face. A small salty tear slipped from my eye. My face remained expressionless though, trying to show her words didn't hurt me. "I guess it was my fault...Sorry Auntie..Sorry D-daddy," I murmured, my voice cracking. Auntie didn't even turn her fake head, she just kept staring at the TV and twirling her long blonde hair, as if she didn't care. Flashback end. New flashback. A gappy grin spread across my face. I bounced up and down, like any other six year old would in my situation. I was at a carnival with my Daddy! He didn't usually take me out, but today he was in a good mood! I thought, anyway. He looked down at me, his shaggy black hair falling messily across his forehead. He was wearing a kind smile. "I have to nip to the loo, I'll be back in a minute," he said, smiling lightly. I returned his smile, not noticing the pained look in his eyes, or the fact that it seemed almost fake. I waited with a kind carnival lady for him to come back. A few moments later he re-appeared. We had fun the rest of the day. I even won at Ring toss! I always found something wierd though... It was hot and most people were wearing T-shirts...So why did Daddy look so hot and sweaty, yet not even roll his jacket sleeves up? Flashback end. My mind once again searched for new painful memories, to taunt my pathetic state. ---------------------------------------- My eyelids felt heavy and my head was pounding. I winced. I tryed to move my arms to lift myself up and froze. I couldn't move my arms. Then I rembered what happened before I passed out... My eyes flew open and looked around where I was. I was in a pitch black room, the only light coming from a dim glowing lamp, illuminating a small part of the room next to me. I was strapped onto a grey stone table. My hands and feet strapped down, with a big yet loose-ish strap over my neck. The straps were grey and dull, matching the plain stone table. I gulped ,painfully. I was in my attic, from what I could tell. I sighed and mentally slapped myself. I should of checked the attic! The hunter must have been hiding here. I let out a small cry of confusion and pain. My head hurt like crazy! I counted to ten then croaked out, "what's g-going o-o-on?" Silence surrounded me for a few moments, the only sound was my shallow breathing surrounding me. After a few minutes a gruff voice spoke from the darkness of the room. "You know you shouldn't fall asleep playing a game... Some would say it's rude." My eyes widened and I trembled lightly, recognizing the voice. "R-rude? Rich coming from a p-person who lived in my a-a-attic for uh, how long?" "Hmm... I don't know... Three weeks?" The man said, a smirk to his voice. I remained silence, not sure what to say. Scared to respond. I couldn't help my curiousity, and the question I was dieing to ask escaped. "W-why? Why would you do this to me...?" "I think you know why," he responded. Silence followed shortly after him. "You brought it on yourself.." I sighed, once again thinking back to the night it had all happened... The night that changed my life forever... Flashback. I was running across the deserted streets after reading the note. It was early morning - 3am- and the streets that were once usually full of chattering adults and screaming children were empty. I liked silence, but I was spooked already and so it seemed slightly freaky. I looked behind me as I stopped to catch my breath. My eyes were big, like a deer caught in the headlights. I shuddered thinking about the note. I thought back to what it had said... (A/N: This is le note.) ' Hey Mason, Shit got leaked... You know Brit? Well I thought the bitch was safe... Apparently not. I've had the cops on my fucking trail. I got her before she could get anywhere - she's in the river now - but the cops found one of our older kills, with both mine AND your fingerprints. I'm at the hideout now. Get over here. Oh yeah and next time, incase I forget to say, bring Midnight. Her name right? Anyways, it's her turn soon. Oh yeah, and bring a dagger. Guns are too loud. Josh. Ps. Burn this when you get this. Can't trust anyone nowadays. ' I remembered it vividly. Every word etched into my once inocent brain. Thoughts clouded my mind... What were they going to do to me? Who were they? W-why me? I pinched my wrist and closed my eyes for a second before opening. Everything was real... Everything... Especially the the thud of boots, stomping towards me from the darkness... I tried to run, I desperately needed too, but I was frozen with fear. I looked at the concrete floor, the moonlight refelecting on it making it lit up. I felt a skinny but strong arm wrap around my angular waist and a big hand envelope my lips. "Don't move," an unfamiliar masculine voice commanded. "Mmmm.. Hm!" I protested but it was useless. I kicked out with my legs, hitting his knee. I could see him wince in the darkness and I felt his grip loosen. I turned as if to spin, just as he recovered. His patience was gone... He stabbed me in the hip just enough to cause blood, the hidden silver blade now stained. As I yelped he somehow managed to get a tight rope around my waist. I let out a muffled yelp again as his firm fist collided with my head... - 1 hour later. - I struggled to open my eyes, my head pounding. I let out a peaceful sigh... Till I remembered what had happened! My eyes flew open, darting around my surroundings. I was in a small bathroom sized room. It had white and black tiled (checkered) walls and floor, making me feel a little dizzy and disoriented. I was sat in the middle of the room, handcuffed to a dull office chair. I looked out of place, as the only other furniture was a white lamp in the corner of the room; illuminating it's home. There was a pure white door, however it was obviously locked and it's not like I could move to it, even if it wasn't... There was no windows or other sound of life, and I began to feel a little claustrophobic. "Hello?" I chocked out. Silence. No reply. "Hello?" I called out a little louder. I shouted a few times, and was about to give up.... But then to my alarm abd disbelief... ...The bolts on the door began to move... ------- Sorry about that, just make updating a lot quicker and easier.
>New Reader< Ö But still... BUMP!!!!! I love this! Hah and I'm pretty sure we all want more background info ;D but great story so far! Although you're keeping us on the edge with all these cliff hangers xD -.-
Haha, thanks. I have an idea that will reveal background info if I use it, but I'm not sure. I get this wierd writersblock if I plan ahead. xD I got this pretty cool idea, but I find it easier to write updates if I make it up as I go along. :3 I'll try and update soon, though~
The rusty bolts continued to rattle, yet no one entered. After a while the noise stopped, leaving the room in an uncomfortable silence. I let out a small sigh. "Could anything be more fucked up," I mumbled bitterly. My head wrecked, my hip was in agony, my clothes resembled a homeless persons' and I had no idea what was going on. The room remained silent. Tension floating through the air. I had a bad feeling in my stomach, but I tried to shrug it of. "Not the best time to show fear, Midnight," I quietly said to myself, trying to slow down my breathing. "Calm... Breathe... In, out, in, out-" I sunk back the best I could on the rigid seat, closing my tired eyes. After a few moments I opened them again, staring at the lamp. I had to escape... There had to be a way out... I jumped, blinking alarmed. The lamp flickered, causing me to shudder. After a few moments the lamp gave out completely, leaving the room in a pitch black horror. I chewed on my lower lip nervously. Must just be a powercut... I thought to myself. I doubted it, but I had to stay strong. I was in control... Yeah, right.. The bolts on the door rattled again, till the room was once again left in silence. My eyes widened in fear. I couldn't see a thing, still... A few minutes passed and I relaxed just a little. Just as I began to lean back... I felt a sharp tap on my shoulder... "Why hello there my dear... Glad you arrived okay."