Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 8, 2008 5:49:44 GMT -5
Officer Kay's Art.
(( Here's my sucky future fic. COUDN'T FIT EVERYONE IN! Sorry! TT3TT))
Haunting
In a café, posh and expensive, there sat young woman. She was side on the seat, her legs crossed long pinstriped trousers with a flare from the knee down, covering whatever shoes she wore. She was tall; there was no doubt in it, as her legs seemed to go on endlessly, only broken up by the knee. The thin white stripes stretching until they hit the tails of a white shirt, where it curved up to a fairly lean waistline framed by the sides of the long black work coat which draped the sides of the chair, slipping over the polished gold on which she sat. If you took your eyes up to her shoulders, broad for a woman but leading up to a bare neck, the collar of the shirt open to cast light upon the collar bones. Her face was nothing special. Light brown eyes with a touch of dark green towards the pupil. Eyeliner and mascara were present, added only to give a sly shadow to the lids. The flesh of her cheeks was uneven in tone.
She sipped a fruit tea that she had not known the name of, holding the cup in her right hand, her left hand sweeping brown bangs from her face. Her hair was unceremoniously pushed from her face into a loose bun, letting strands fall over her skin and the back of her neck. She was not looking anywhere in particular, not noticing the people around her. One person was watching her. His hands on a cup of coffee, black with one sugar. He brought it to his lips, blue eyes looking at this woman, admiring how the curled hair brushed her cheek. His own hair was cut shorter than he’d had it in his twenties and he was starting to get that salt and pepper look. How he missed the days where he’d been of natural colour.
A faint rush of the outside Fall winds came before a click shut them off like a television with the power cut. A man who looked in his late fifties entered, his balding head glancing the light. He had dark bushy eyebrows and five o’clock shadow. His eyes were dark and searching. The woman had noticed his entry, looking on with mild interest. He went to the counter and ordered a coffee with milk and no sugar. His knuckles, which he rapped impatiently on the counter, were scarred and one looked like it had been popped out of its place. He cast his eyes around the room at the tasteful décor and his eyes rested momentarily on the woman, but they jerked away again.
The sun was setting outside the café and the orange light was filtering through the window, resting on some of the customers. It upped the room’s ambience considerably. The man paid for his coffee and sat down at the table near the woman.
“Excuse me,” His voice was gritty and coarse. The woman looked up, her eyelids looking heavy and bored.
“Yes?” She replied coldly.
“Could you move your chair over a bit so that I can get in? Thank you,” He said, waving a hand over the chair. The woman stood up. Another brown haired lady watched on from the other side of the room. She had darker hair, long and shiny. Terrible scars took her complexion, but not her attractiveness.
“That won’t be necessary as I will be leaving in a moment anyway.” She told him, drawing her eyes swiftly from his presence. She stood, smoothing her coat down and marched towards the door, exiting with only a backwards look to the other woman.
Outside she moved down the street towards the bus stop, over looking a long beach. The beach was empty save a few children. A young blonde man was already there, he smiled at the woman. The woman smiled back shortly before leaning on the railings. The bus was taking it’s time. The woman occupied herself looking at a large poster that was peeling, falling off the board. She could make out the torn letters:
“Bill C ane’ Tr v lli g…”
The rest was too weather ruined to read. Her eye was caught by a dark, short haired woman in a high-class fur coat who was walking across the road, her expensive high heels flashing the sunset. She was crying silently, her make-up running and her bottom lip was bitten down. It reminded her of her school days where a girl committed suicide. She’d been found dead in her room with long nail marks down her face.
The bus still wasn’t appearing. The blonde man was checking his watch, pushing his square glasses up his nose as he did so. Eventually, as night began to fall he took out his cell phone and made a call.
“The bus hasn’t appeared. I’ll get a cab. Yes. Yes, honey I’ll be home soon. I love you,” He said. He turned to her.
“Do you want a ride; I’ll pay for it,”
“There’s no need,” The woman said, waving a hand. “I’ll be alright,”
“No, there’s no trouble, it’s just that there’s a man over there and he’d been watching you for a while. I think he plans to attack you,” The man said, lowering his tone and standing in front of her almost protectively.
“I think you know me well enough to know that I will not be in any danger,” The woman smiled. She looked over his shoulder and indeed saw the man from the café standing outside it, pretending to be reading the newspaper.
“I do, but please, take my number and call me if you run into trouble,” He said, giving her a piece of paper. The woman took it, slipping it in her coat pocket. She thanked him and he flagged down a yellow taxi-cab. He waved and she smiled. She then looked over at the man again. He wasn’t pretending to be reading anymore. The streetlight to his left obscured the image of his face. She knew she shouldn’t have come back here. But would she let that fool drive her from where she wanted to go? No she would not. She did not need a protector when she had played the part so many times before. She decided that if the bus did not show up within five minutes she’d walk to a friend’s house.
She remained staring the man out. She didn’t want it to seem like she was afraid of him. He stared back. After five minutes of empty street, she made it obvious that she was looking at her phone for the time, then turned and began to walk briskly down the street. Flashes of light illuminated her as she passed under streetlights. She didn’t even have to look to know he was following her. Of course he was. She made her way out of the rich part of town and down to the New Coventry. It was dangerous down here, but she knew this was the only way to get to her friend’s home. The rhythmic footsteps dogged her own. Let him. She’d be fine.
Through the darkened tenement site she went… The world was oddly empty at this time. She was only passing through. She reached the entrance to Blue Skies trailer park and quickened the pace. The newly built flats were in plain sight and she was headed straight for them, only the distance never seemed to get any smaller. She turned sharply, an impulse telling her to do so, he face inches away from the razor sharp knife tip.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” She growled at the man. His eyes were agleam with malice. His face twisted and contorted in the semi darkness, hers cold.
“C’mon Kaysie, you know why I’m here. The question is: why are you here?” He replied in a growl, his voice taunting, his breath caressed Kay’s throat, reeking of stale drink.
“I’m here because I go where I want and I do what I want,” She replied slowly, her eyes piercing.
“Why didn’t you ever reply to my letters?” He demanded quietly.
“Because I don’t know you,” She snapped.
“I’m your daddy,” He chuckled. His lips curving into a sickening smirk.
“I don’t have a father,” Kay replied, her eyes narrowing. “And never a daddy,”
“Of course you do, Kaysie,” He said in a sing-song way. “I was only put away for ten years; you can’t have forgotten me that easily.”
“Oh believe me, you’re easy to forget. People forget nothing quite easily,” Kay said with a laugh. He gave a snarl and pushed the blade tip into her throat slightly, letting her feel the blood trickle down to her collar.
“Do you want to know why I’m after you?”
“I couldn’t care less,”
“Yes you do,” He sneered. “I’m here to get rid of you,”
“That much was obvious, even to someone as mentally challenged as you,”
“SHUT YOUR MOUTH,” He roared.
“No,” Kay gave a high mirthless laugh. “Like hell I will. You might have been able to push my mom around, even force her into having sex with you, but I’m not my mother.”
“Yes you are. You’re just like her. And I’m gonna make you cower in fear like she did when I made you,” He growled, grabbing her wrist.
“Get your filthy hands off me you disgusting, servile excuse for a human being.” She jerked her arm from his grip.
“You really want me to spill your blood tonight, don’t you?” He threatened, pushing the knife further, the graze becoming a small cut. “Kaysie,”
“It’s ironic,” Kay snorted. He gave her a brutal look, but she continued. “How you keep calling me that, yet you didn’t call me it. Ever. Mom did.”
“And she didn’t love you either,” He laughed.
“I know,” Kay said simply. “She rejected me at birth. She tried to kill herself eight times. Oh and she put a pillow over my face when I was three.”
“Yeah, she tried to get rid of you eh?” He said, backing Kay into a wall. “So why did you defend her?”
“Because she was just another woman attacked by a beast,” Kay told him calmly. “You raped her and she had me. I was nothing but a reminder of you. Hell, I even have your eyes. She wanted to end both our lives,”
“You were never wanted,” He hissed, bringing his face closer. “You aren’t wanted,”
“Neither are you,” Kay replied, with a small laugh. “That puts us in the same boat- only I’d never go anywhere near you,”
“I’m going to kill you tonight, Kay,” He said. “I tried to be a father to you, and you never accepted it, so I’m going to kill you,”
“Good for you.” Kay smiled nastily. “Hopefully you won’t fuck this one up,”
He grabbed Kay’s shirt and slammed her back down onto the stone ground, her head colliding with a brick. He breathed like an enraged bull.
“Any last words? Beg for your life like your mother?” He spat in her face. She brought her hand up slowly, her middle finger raised and laughed in his livid features. Her laughing carrying off into the night. He brought his blade up, stabbing it down towards her throat. Kay felt a searing pain, but kept laughing, she knew he’d missed.
“See Davie? You’re being drunk fucked up your life, and now you’ve done it again,” She leapt up, shoving him off her and sending him smacking into the wall. She kicked the knife out of his reach and placed her hands on her hips, walking slowly over to him. He was a pathetic sight to behold. Gasping and looking up at her with his unfocused eyes. She sneered.
“Get up,”
He glared at her, sliding back up the wall, but never managed to straighten his legs as Kay grabbed the front of the shirt he wore and brought back her fist the way she had done many times before. She punched him with as much force as she could muster, the back of his skull smashing off the wall and his jaw breaking in the process.
“Stay out of my life. You’re nothing,” She told him firmly, before turning to walk towards the flats.
“Miss Adams, we’re just going to call home,” The tall policeman said. Kay sat on Jimmy Hopkins’s couch while he stood with his wife, Zoë Hopkins. They looked on, concerned.
“Why did he come?” Jimmy demanded.
“To kill me,” Kay replied shortly. “He said so himself.”
“Did you know he was going to be here?” Zoë asked her.
“Anne gave me the heads-up that he was here. She heard him asking someone at the airport where I lived. She called me right away. She was in the café,”
“Why didn’t she come with you?” Jimmy shot. “Why didn’t you call me?”
“There was no need,” Kay answered shortly. She was being attended to by a paramedic. She was having her throat cleaned as it was cut in two places. Nothing life-threatening.
“Hello, Mr Harris, we have your Fiancé here in Blue Skies. She isn’t badly injured but she has been attacked. No, no sir you can talk to her.”
The policeman handed Kay the phone.
“Hello,” she said happily. “Oh, no I’m fine, there’s no need. You have to be in the house for Roxanne and Lydia coming up- No, honey. It-It’s totally fine. I love you too. By- Wait! Wait, remember to call RWW and make the reservations for my dress.” She laughed. “I know, well a few cuts wouldn’t stop me thinking about it, it’ll be the best day ever. Yeah, I kicked his ass. He won’t be appearing,” Her teenage grin appeared, but then faltered. “Oh I don’t know... I asked a lot of people from Bullworth to come. I don’t know… I didn’t really expect her to call back. After all, we didn’t exactly see eye to eye in school… Invite her anyways. After all, it IS her company we’re buying from. Yeah. I’ll call you tomorrow morning,”
Haunting
In a café, posh and expensive, there sat young woman. She was side on the seat, her legs crossed long pinstriped trousers with a flare from the knee down, covering whatever shoes she wore. She was tall; there was no doubt in it, as her legs seemed to go on endlessly, only broken up by the knee. The thin white stripes stretching until they hit the tails of a white shirt, where it curved up to a fairly lean waistline framed by the sides of the long black work coat which draped the sides of the chair, slipping over the polished gold on which she sat. If you took your eyes up to her shoulders, broad for a woman but leading up to a bare neck, the collar of the shirt open to cast light upon the collar bones. Her face was nothing special. Light brown eyes with a touch of dark green towards the pupil. Eyeliner and mascara were present, added only to give a sly shadow to the lids. The flesh of her cheeks was uneven in tone.
She sipped a fruit tea that she had not known the name of, holding the cup in her right hand, her left hand sweeping brown bangs from her face. Her hair was unceremoniously pushed from her face into a loose bun, letting strands fall over her skin and the back of her neck. She was not looking anywhere in particular, not noticing the people around her. One person was watching her. His hands on a cup of coffee, black with one sugar. He brought it to his lips, blue eyes looking at this woman, admiring how the curled hair brushed her cheek. His own hair was cut shorter than he’d had it in his twenties and he was starting to get that salt and pepper look. How he missed the days where he’d been of natural colour.
A faint rush of the outside Fall winds came before a click shut them off like a television with the power cut. A man who looked in his late fifties entered, his balding head glancing the light. He had dark bushy eyebrows and five o’clock shadow. His eyes were dark and searching. The woman had noticed his entry, looking on with mild interest. He went to the counter and ordered a coffee with milk and no sugar. His knuckles, which he rapped impatiently on the counter, were scarred and one looked like it had been popped out of its place. He cast his eyes around the room at the tasteful décor and his eyes rested momentarily on the woman, but they jerked away again.
The sun was setting outside the café and the orange light was filtering through the window, resting on some of the customers. It upped the room’s ambience considerably. The man paid for his coffee and sat down at the table near the woman.
“Excuse me,” His voice was gritty and coarse. The woman looked up, her eyelids looking heavy and bored.
“Yes?” She replied coldly.
“Could you move your chair over a bit so that I can get in? Thank you,” He said, waving a hand over the chair. The woman stood up. Another brown haired lady watched on from the other side of the room. She had darker hair, long and shiny. Terrible scars took her complexion, but not her attractiveness.
“That won’t be necessary as I will be leaving in a moment anyway.” She told him, drawing her eyes swiftly from his presence. She stood, smoothing her coat down and marched towards the door, exiting with only a backwards look to the other woman.
Outside she moved down the street towards the bus stop, over looking a long beach. The beach was empty save a few children. A young blonde man was already there, he smiled at the woman. The woman smiled back shortly before leaning on the railings. The bus was taking it’s time. The woman occupied herself looking at a large poster that was peeling, falling off the board. She could make out the torn letters:
“Bill C ane’ Tr v lli g…”
The rest was too weather ruined to read. Her eye was caught by a dark, short haired woman in a high-class fur coat who was walking across the road, her expensive high heels flashing the sunset. She was crying silently, her make-up running and her bottom lip was bitten down. It reminded her of her school days where a girl committed suicide. She’d been found dead in her room with long nail marks down her face.
The bus still wasn’t appearing. The blonde man was checking his watch, pushing his square glasses up his nose as he did so. Eventually, as night began to fall he took out his cell phone and made a call.
“The bus hasn’t appeared. I’ll get a cab. Yes. Yes, honey I’ll be home soon. I love you,” He said. He turned to her.
“Do you want a ride; I’ll pay for it,”
“There’s no need,” The woman said, waving a hand. “I’ll be alright,”
“No, there’s no trouble, it’s just that there’s a man over there and he’d been watching you for a while. I think he plans to attack you,” The man said, lowering his tone and standing in front of her almost protectively.
“I think you know me well enough to know that I will not be in any danger,” The woman smiled. She looked over his shoulder and indeed saw the man from the café standing outside it, pretending to be reading the newspaper.
“I do, but please, take my number and call me if you run into trouble,” He said, giving her a piece of paper. The woman took it, slipping it in her coat pocket. She thanked him and he flagged down a yellow taxi-cab. He waved and she smiled. She then looked over at the man again. He wasn’t pretending to be reading anymore. The streetlight to his left obscured the image of his face. She knew she shouldn’t have come back here. But would she let that fool drive her from where she wanted to go? No she would not. She did not need a protector when she had played the part so many times before. She decided that if the bus did not show up within five minutes she’d walk to a friend’s house.
She remained staring the man out. She didn’t want it to seem like she was afraid of him. He stared back. After five minutes of empty street, she made it obvious that she was looking at her phone for the time, then turned and began to walk briskly down the street. Flashes of light illuminated her as she passed under streetlights. She didn’t even have to look to know he was following her. Of course he was. She made her way out of the rich part of town and down to the New Coventry. It was dangerous down here, but she knew this was the only way to get to her friend’s home. The rhythmic footsteps dogged her own. Let him. She’d be fine.
Through the darkened tenement site she went… The world was oddly empty at this time. She was only passing through. She reached the entrance to Blue Skies trailer park and quickened the pace. The newly built flats were in plain sight and she was headed straight for them, only the distance never seemed to get any smaller. She turned sharply, an impulse telling her to do so, he face inches away from the razor sharp knife tip.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” She growled at the man. His eyes were agleam with malice. His face twisted and contorted in the semi darkness, hers cold.
“C’mon Kaysie, you know why I’m here. The question is: why are you here?” He replied in a growl, his voice taunting, his breath caressed Kay’s throat, reeking of stale drink.
“I’m here because I go where I want and I do what I want,” She replied slowly, her eyes piercing.
“Why didn’t you ever reply to my letters?” He demanded quietly.
“Because I don’t know you,” She snapped.
“I’m your daddy,” He chuckled. His lips curving into a sickening smirk.
“I don’t have a father,” Kay replied, her eyes narrowing. “And never a daddy,”
“Of course you do, Kaysie,” He said in a sing-song way. “I was only put away for ten years; you can’t have forgotten me that easily.”
“Oh believe me, you’re easy to forget. People forget nothing quite easily,” Kay said with a laugh. He gave a snarl and pushed the blade tip into her throat slightly, letting her feel the blood trickle down to her collar.
“Do you want to know why I’m after you?”
“I couldn’t care less,”
“Yes you do,” He sneered. “I’m here to get rid of you,”
“That much was obvious, even to someone as mentally challenged as you,”
“SHUT YOUR MOUTH,” He roared.
“No,” Kay gave a high mirthless laugh. “Like hell I will. You might have been able to push my mom around, even force her into having sex with you, but I’m not my mother.”
“Yes you are. You’re just like her. And I’m gonna make you cower in fear like she did when I made you,” He growled, grabbing her wrist.
“Get your filthy hands off me you disgusting, servile excuse for a human being.” She jerked her arm from his grip.
“You really want me to spill your blood tonight, don’t you?” He threatened, pushing the knife further, the graze becoming a small cut. “Kaysie,”
“It’s ironic,” Kay snorted. He gave her a brutal look, but she continued. “How you keep calling me that, yet you didn’t call me it. Ever. Mom did.”
“And she didn’t love you either,” He laughed.
“I know,” Kay said simply. “She rejected me at birth. She tried to kill herself eight times. Oh and she put a pillow over my face when I was three.”
“Yeah, she tried to get rid of you eh?” He said, backing Kay into a wall. “So why did you defend her?”
“Because she was just another woman attacked by a beast,” Kay told him calmly. “You raped her and she had me. I was nothing but a reminder of you. Hell, I even have your eyes. She wanted to end both our lives,”
“You were never wanted,” He hissed, bringing his face closer. “You aren’t wanted,”
“Neither are you,” Kay replied, with a small laugh. “That puts us in the same boat- only I’d never go anywhere near you,”
“I’m going to kill you tonight, Kay,” He said. “I tried to be a father to you, and you never accepted it, so I’m going to kill you,”
“Good for you.” Kay smiled nastily. “Hopefully you won’t fuck this one up,”
He grabbed Kay’s shirt and slammed her back down onto the stone ground, her head colliding with a brick. He breathed like an enraged bull.
“Any last words? Beg for your life like your mother?” He spat in her face. She brought her hand up slowly, her middle finger raised and laughed in his livid features. Her laughing carrying off into the night. He brought his blade up, stabbing it down towards her throat. Kay felt a searing pain, but kept laughing, she knew he’d missed.
“See Davie? You’re being drunk fucked up your life, and now you’ve done it again,” She leapt up, shoving him off her and sending him smacking into the wall. She kicked the knife out of his reach and placed her hands on her hips, walking slowly over to him. He was a pathetic sight to behold. Gasping and looking up at her with his unfocused eyes. She sneered.
“Get up,”
He glared at her, sliding back up the wall, but never managed to straighten his legs as Kay grabbed the front of the shirt he wore and brought back her fist the way she had done many times before. She punched him with as much force as she could muster, the back of his skull smashing off the wall and his jaw breaking in the process.
“Stay out of my life. You’re nothing,” She told him firmly, before turning to walk towards the flats.
“Miss Adams, we’re just going to call home,” The tall policeman said. Kay sat on Jimmy Hopkins’s couch while he stood with his wife, Zoë Hopkins. They looked on, concerned.
“Why did he come?” Jimmy demanded.
“To kill me,” Kay replied shortly. “He said so himself.”
“Did you know he was going to be here?” Zoë asked her.
“Anne gave me the heads-up that he was here. She heard him asking someone at the airport where I lived. She called me right away. She was in the café,”
“Why didn’t she come with you?” Jimmy shot. “Why didn’t you call me?”
“There was no need,” Kay answered shortly. She was being attended to by a paramedic. She was having her throat cleaned as it was cut in two places. Nothing life-threatening.
“Hello, Mr Harris, we have your Fiancé here in Blue Skies. She isn’t badly injured but she has been attacked. No, no sir you can talk to her.”
The policeman handed Kay the phone.
“Hello,” she said happily. “Oh, no I’m fine, there’s no need. You have to be in the house for Roxanne and Lydia coming up- No, honey. It-It’s totally fine. I love you too. By- Wait! Wait, remember to call RWW and make the reservations for my dress.” She laughed. “I know, well a few cuts wouldn’t stop me thinking about it, it’ll be the best day ever. Yeah, I kicked his ass. He won’t be appearing,” Her teenage grin appeared, but then faltered. “Oh I don’t know... I asked a lot of people from Bullworth to come. I don’t know… I didn’t really expect her to call back. After all, we didn’t exactly see eye to eye in school… Invite her anyways. After all, it IS her company we’re buying from. Yeah. I’ll call you tomorrow morning,”
I was messing around with the Bully style, and here's what i came up with. Tell me if you like them. xD
Edit: Ummm kay... they're HUGEEEEE so i'll just like you guys to em.
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Edit: Ummm kay... they're HUGEEEEE so i'll just like you guys to em.
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Here's some gifts. As i mentioned, i have loads more to come. Please, i apologise for my lateness in your stuff. Feel free to flog me to death at will. xD
To Ash
To Sam
To Ash
To Sam