Dark Lake
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				Title: <strong>Dark Lake</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 15:41:51</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs40/f/2009/039/3/d/ruined_mansion_by_Haszczu.jpg)<br><br><strong>Stan'/Reyne</strong></div><br>The Canadian wilderness is a dangerous place.&nbsp; There are monsterous creatures, with watching eyes, waiting to pounce.&nbsp; They snarl behind thick leaves and the shadows of the trees.&nbsp; They don't show themselves until it is too late.&nbsp; Too late to run, too late to retreat, too late to call for help.&nbsp; And there is one monster in this forest that has claws; claws that will tear you apart with ease, that will spill your blood as a warning to others.&nbsp; Do not come through here, it warns.&nbsp; No one ever listens.&nbsp; They close their eyes to the warning signs, the flashing red stains are ignored.&nbsp; Fences are climbed, barricades are scaled.&nbsp; This month, the mysterious forest has been responsible for three deaths.&nbsp; And there is many more to come.<br><br>Its next victim is Officer Philip P. Cohen.&nbsp; He isn't a bad man, but he once knocked down a little boy whilst chasing a criminal.&nbsp; The Officer visited him every day in hospital, bringing gifts and guilt-ridden apologies.&nbsp; The boy survived -- barely -- yet he has to live with what he done for the rest of his life.&nbsp; And now, as he nears the end of his last shift before a much needed vacation, Cohen is slowly walking through a narrow, dull path too narrow for his patrol Jeep.&nbsp; Although coming up for four o'clock, the trees have build a roof that requires a flash-light to advance.&nbsp; Even the faint flutter of a bird's wing roars in here, a snapped twig is thunder.<br><br>He ponders on whether to continue.&nbsp; If the young cries of the news reporter are still to be heard this late in the day.&nbsp; The Officer knew this place.&nbsp; He knew it was dangerous, and whether it was worth risking his own life to drag a poor woman's corpse out of the woods.&nbsp; If there was still a corpse to find, that was.&nbsp; He had seen the victims.&nbsp; The look of sheer terror on their face, limbs missing, bodies scarred and mutilated.&nbsp; Pieces of human scattered as if fallen from the sky.&nbsp; It was no normal bear.&nbsp; It was something else.&nbsp; Something that once used to be human.&nbsp; The plot came straight out of horror fiction.&nbsp; The inhumane killer, picking off characters one-by-one.&nbsp; The Jeep suddenly felt so far away.&nbsp; It had occurred to him that he had wandered much further in to the forest than he originally thought, more so that his escape was now further back by some distance, requiring a well-paced run to react it.&nbsp; There were no recognisable landmarks around him, neither of the two bridges.&nbsp; Although if he remembered correctly, the old hospital was nearby.&nbsp; It had been abandoned several years previously, back to the days when he visited the little boy.<br><br>-- But wait.&nbsp; There was something up ahead, carefully tucked away in the shadows of the towering trees, hidden from view.&nbsp; A hunk of metal.&nbsp; Although its reasons for being here were unknown at first, on closer viewing it was revealed why.&nbsp; The front-left tyre had blown, the rubber flat.&nbsp; The windscreen was missing, the various shapes of glass shards scattered across the paintwork and interior.&nbsp; There was blood, and it stemmed in to a trail, leading him through a dirt path that led directly to the hospital.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Lake</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 15:58:49</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i49.tinypic.com/2djnnzl.jpg)</div><br>Foolish. It had been foolish to think this forest held stories that could light up her career and make her job as a reporter fifteen times better then she could have ever imagined. Canada was not a place to venture to for news. They were neutral in wars and the only redeemable quality they had were the Niagra Falls. She should have stayed in America. Should have stuck to the streets and to the murders. But no, she had volunteered to search for the area local Canadians deemed 'dangerous' and 'straight out of a horror film'. She should have just stayed home locked in her bedroom under the covers and never should have peaked out her head. She had left her little blue car to go into the forest herself. What a mistake that had been. In a gray business suit with snug pants and a blazer her black lace tank top and heels were no place for the wilderness. It had only been five minutes before she had been attacked. It must have been a wolf or some rabid animal. Raziel could hardly remember now though. The claw marks across her right hip and the scratch that ran down her left thigh were now bleeding through her clothes.<br><br>Her long brown hair was slightly frizzed and her bangs were running into her eyes, her long lashes fluttering, hazel orbs flickering as she trudged through the bushes and over grown roots. In her haze she could have sworn she saw a pipe line running through. It was old but it also meant there had to be a building nearby. She heard a local mention an abandoned hospital. Perhaps they had some old bandages, medicines, something had to be somewhere to aid her in the burning pain that ripped at her succulent flesh. Her arm rose, brushing a low hanging branch out of the way, her mind pulsed, and she closed her eyes, steadying herself on the bark of the tree before pushing onwards.<br><br>What she saw was an old, tall, beautiful yet broken building. Her chin tilted up and she let out a rattling breath followed by a smile as she saw it. The Hospital. Walking towards it, her steps were more deliberate now. She had to get in there and she had to get out of this forest once she felt better. Coming inside slowly, she glanced around, hesitation came over her and she shuddered. Something did not feel right.<br><br>Rae would grope at the walls a bit, and at the space in front, her heels clicked on the cracked ground as she walked and her eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness. "Mmm," she looked behind her, sighing before looking forward, she closed her eyes, and then lifted her hands, slowly blue electricity crackled on her finger tips and she could see much better when her lashes rose and she began to search for some alcohol or anti septic, something to fight the infection, something. Except she paused, turning her head, she blinked, "...Is someone there?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Lake</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 16:39:03</strong>
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				Then came back the horrible feeling.&nbsp; How long had the blood been here for?&nbsp; He was following a trail that could have been painted days ago.&nbsp; Weeks.&nbsp; Years.&nbsp; It might not even be hers, but just a coincidental dead end.&nbsp; She spots blood, stops the car, the tyre is blown, and follows it.&nbsp; Then what ever horrible creature that caused the original stain jumps on her and rips the poor woman in to six pieces.&nbsp; Horrible.&nbsp; Cohen had to stop thinking like this, all these negative thoughts weren't doing him (or Rae) any favours.&nbsp; She was out there, she was still alive, and the Canadian police-officer was going to find her and bring her back home.&nbsp; The hero.&nbsp; Then he'd put his feet up and enjoy his wife's cooking for the next two weeks.&nbsp; That was what he wanted.&nbsp; And that was what he was going to get.<br><br>The flash-light took him closer to the hospital, the yellow beam directing him to the building ahead.&nbsp; It wasn't the largest of hospitals, in fact, there were very few rooms and consisted of equipment that was out-dated even when it opened in the 1950s.&nbsp; Originally, it had been a private hospital for the wealthy to retreat to when they felt under the weather, but as the years went by, it ended up working as a medical facility for casualties in this region of Canada.&nbsp; Unexplained injuries, recurring scratches on all the patients.&nbsp; Rumours began to spread that it was all caused by the same animal, but the head doctor didn't want to hear it.&nbsp; He passed it off as nonsense, and banned any stories to be spread and spoken<em>.&nbsp; </em>Some used to say he was part of it all.<br><br><em>Huh-huh-huh-huh-</em><br><br>Philip Cohen was unfit.&nbsp; What had happened to him?&nbsp; He used to cycle through these forests all the time on his days off, the stamina of a marathon runner.&nbsp; But ever since the incident, the day of the little boy, Cohen had stopped going through these parts.&nbsp; The bicycle lay idle, a constant state of rusted hibernation in his shed.<br><br>In the hospital, meanwhile, a shadow appeared behind Rae.&nbsp; His features were darkened to the point of blackness for now, although as he stepped forward, his <strong>face</strong> (http://i213.photobucket.com/albums/cc77/stugwilson/Montand-1.jpg) could finally be seen.&nbsp; A distinct French accent tainted his syllables, short hair, narrow eyes bordered with thick, natural lines.&nbsp; Although the man appeared to be in his mid-to-late 30s, the skin around his eyes tricked the onlooker to believe he was older.&nbsp; "What are you doing here?&nbsp; Who are you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Lake</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 16:49:53</strong>
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				When the darkness dissipated and what she saw was a man, her eyes widened. He was a handsome man but there was something about him that beat into her mind she should be careful. But why? He didn't look to mean much harm, but then again in this dim area who could tell. After all a man had just appeared from the forest, the wilderness, to ask her who she was, what she was doing here. It was not a place that people could just run up and question you on. It was not like she had trespassed into his house. Rae blinked several times, speechless, her body was only at five foot one, she was soft and curvy, feminine. Sure she possessed some weird traits but if she did not have her powers she would be a woman, a weak, scared woman.<br><br>Lifting her chin a little, her long lashes fluttered until she looked down. "Ah, um. My name is Raziel Perez...I'm a reporter. I came here to do a story on the forest, this old place. I'm sorry if I trespassed, but I mean, it's just a forest right, no one really owns it." She frowned, and then shook her head as she took a step forward. "Please," she waved her hand down, showing the marks and the tears, the stains of blood. "Show me to the medicine, I fear I might get infected and much worse things could happen then just me being lost."<br><br>Her shoulders rose and she sighed, running her fingers through her hair she turned her back on him, probably a bad idea but her mind was jumbled all up. "I really just want to go home," she muttered. Whirling back around she finally asked him, "Um. And just who are you exactly, may I ask? What...what are you doing here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Lake</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 17:08:48</strong>
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				He wore a brown t-shirt and a pair of old-worn trousers, a darker shade of brown in colour.&nbsp; One of the sleeves appeared to be ripped on his top, although it was only a few inches long.&nbsp; His arm reached out, and from a hook on the wall, he picked up a doctor's coat and slipped it on.&nbsp; The age of the garment showed in it's dis-colourisation of the white.&nbsp; Scarlett stains were prominent on the lower end, as well as on his chest.&nbsp; It appeared as if it had been scrubbed numerous times, but eventually the blood just wouldn't come out.&nbsp; Ever so slowly, the man buttoned up the front while ignoring her last question about who he actually was.&nbsp; "Trespassed.&nbsp; Yes, you have trespassed.&nbsp; This isn't your hospital.&nbsp; This is my hospital.&nbsp; Did you write your name down at the reception?&nbsp; No, I don't think you did.&nbsp; You shouldn't go rummaging around drawers looking for medicine.&nbsp; What are you, a junkie?"&nbsp; Clearly, he wasn't believing her news-reporter story, even though the business suit seemed to indicate she was telling the truth.<br><br>"Well Mademoiselle Perez, if you'd like to follow me, I can try and fix up your wounds.&nbsp; Then once I do that, I want you to leave.&nbsp; Understand?"&nbsp; The strange man motioned for the woman to follow him in to another room, keeping his eyes on her at all times and not letting her out of his sight.&nbsp; There was something mysteriously unusual and threatening about him.&nbsp; The hospital interior was destroyed, some rooms had upturned chairs and tables which were thrown in the corner.&nbsp; Not to mention the flooring was made up of scattered documents.<br><br>Pointing to a rather unusual looking <strong>chair</strong> (http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs50/f/2009/299/e/0/e0e7f00847a95017a501e624b990707d.jpg), the Doctor smiled.&nbsp; "Sit down."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Lake</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 17:16:45</strong>
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				Looking back over him, Rae wondered if she truly had lost all common sense when first stepping into this God forsaken forest. Watching him closely she would feel a small roll of fear pass through her stomach and nearly make her sick with worry as she crossed her arms and then put a hand over her mouth. Her hazel eyes glimmered in fear and in her exasperation she dropped her arms, "I'm so very sorry if I trespassed. All the locals told me this place was abandoned. I...no, I'm not a junkie. Like I told you, I'm a reporter!" She paused and then fished out from her blazer jacket a lanyard that had a plastic covered picture of herself that was on a card and clearly stated her status as a news writer.<br><br>"Huh? Fix my wounds...but," she blinked, watching as he motioned for her to go on. She gulped. Looking behind, she wondered if anyone would find out about her disappearance, if anyone would even care. Was he going to kill her? She whimpered, he probably was. Walking forward slowly, she saw the chaos, the upturning of chairs, the examination tables, broken and tossed. Just what had she gotten herself into?<br><br>When he told her to sit in the chair that looked like her gate way into death, she trembled and shook her head. "No...I...I'm fine. I just, please," she moved forward even with her heart pounding, she wondered if he was telling the truth. Probably not. She could fight back if she tried, but she a feeling he had a few tricks up his sleeve. "Don't hurt me, I meant it when I said I was sorry, I really am a reporter, I don't mean any harm." Getting into the chair she gripped the sides and flushed, her heart skipped as she looked into his eyes and her busty, voluptuous form settled into the hard seat slowly she closed her eyes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Lake</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 17:30:32</strong>
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				The Doctor closed the wooden door and turned the lock.&nbsp; There was a large hole at head-level through the wood, and although he had now locked it shut, it didn't require a key to re-open it.&nbsp; Spinning on the spot, he now slowly crept towards a drawer and yanked a pair of latex gloves on to his hands, slapping them on in an over-exaggerated action.&nbsp; "Those cuts look nasty.&nbsp; You should watch where you are going in future, Mademoiselle Perez.&nbsp; There's a lot of nasty things out there that will do a lot worse to you than just a couple of scratches."&nbsp; By now, the Doctor had pushed her legs apart and ran his rubber finger across one of the red marks.&nbsp; His face seemed to get closer to her crotch area, although stopped short as he investigated the damage to her thigh.&nbsp; "Pretty deep."<br><br>Walking away, he returned with some medicines and things to clean her wounds up.&nbsp; The whole process was slow, he was in no rush, which was unusual considering he had requested she leave as soon as this was done.&nbsp; There was a definite aura of unease and unpredictability that surrounded him, but also a sense of intimidation.&nbsp; He was in control here.&nbsp; She was in his chair.&nbsp; The door was locked.&nbsp; She was his.&nbsp; "Just sit still.&nbsp; I've nearly finished cleaning it up.&nbsp; Then I'll go and get the bandages."
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				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 17:45:49</strong>
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				It all seemed like it was straight out of some psychological horror movie and Rae was the unlucky starlet who would end up being mutilated and forgotten in the very end. She could try and pretend she would have a chance, but she was a mutant who knew not very much of her powers. It was not as if she were apart of some organization that could help her. She learned about her quirks all on her own and knew only very basic ways of escape and attack. Basically she was probably screwed so deep her grave was already prepared. When he came closer she whined, hissing when the torn part of her suit gave him access to her thigh, and then up to her hip. Well she could have told him that. When he went away she looked around the room, trying to think of a good way for her to escape. She frowned and pressed her lips together, it was no use, no use at all.<br><br>As he cleaned her wounds, she laid back, her nails bit into the arms of the chair as her breathing quickened and caught, her breasts rose and fell, straining against her blazer as she soon closed her eyes and groaned. "Right. Sorry. Just...it's a little painful." When he got up the bandages she would lick her lips and ask, "Sir...what is your name? Why are you out here all alone?"
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				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 17:58:00</strong>
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				Again, she asked him his name.&nbsp; And again, he seemed to delay answering the question.&nbsp; "This is my hospital.&nbsp; I've had it for years, although it doesn't get used very often anymore.&nbsp; I don't have any Nurses or members of staff left.&nbsp; It's just me.&nbsp; You're not the first one that's surprised to see someone here.&nbsp; But I bet you are relieved to find me here when you needed some help.&nbsp; People come here all the time to get fixed up, always falling, always brushing against branches and hurting themselves."&nbsp; The medication itself looked to be home-made, in jars with scribbled labels.&nbsp; "My name is Doctor Montand."&nbsp; He finally said it.&nbsp; Although there was nothing around to suggest that was his real name.&nbsp; No name badge, no documentation that could be visibly seen.<br><br><br>With the leg and hip now cleaned, it was time to wrap them up and let them heal over time.&nbsp; Montand disappeared from view, and began re-arranging bottles and jars on a counter behind her chair -- out of sight.&nbsp; "This'll only take a few more minutes, then you can go back home.&nbsp; Don't get yourself hurt going back out the door, there's glass everywhere."&nbsp; Footsteps returned to the chair, this time from behind.&nbsp; "And inhale nice... and slowly."&nbsp; The Doctor told her, pressing a damp cloth against her mouth.<br><br><br>Anaesthetic.<br><br><br>Fall asleep, Rae.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Lake</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 18:06:29</strong>
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				Frustration peaked in her mind but she refrained from expressing so. If he were to get mad enough who knew what he was capable of. Her eyes watched him, feeling the covering along her wounds, she was relieved to at least feel that pain dull in time. "Doctor Montand," she repeated, watching him walked along and clang bottles around. She didn't believe that to be true, she didn't believe him at all. But right now it was like a game and in order to survive she had to keep playing. Sitting up a bit she winced when her hip rubbed against the chair but refrained from doing much else. "Glass," she murmured, taking a look on the floor, she hardly remembered her heels crunching into something. Shaking her head she looked up, "I don't-ah," she gasped as the cool cloth pressed into her face.<br><br>She inhaled, once, twice, a third time, and like that she groaned as her hazel orbs fluttered and rolled back into her head as her body slumped back and her consciousness drifted into some far off land she had no recognition of. Her body was limp and she was now completely under the mercy of this man, whoever he might be.
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				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 18:14:53</strong>
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				Montand didn't remove her from the chair she sat on.&nbsp; No, he kept her there.&nbsp; The sleeping body of the woman was a nice sight indeed, something he hadn't witnessed in two months.&nbsp; The Doctor would have his fun with her before the main event, before the rest of his people saw her.&nbsp; The golden rule of course, was she had to be untouched during the entire process, free of any man's sexual touch.&nbsp; Oh, the beast was the only man that was allowed to have his way.&nbsp; Straps were tightly fastened around her wrists, and the same with her ankles, parted by around 30 inches.&nbsp; The hard part was over -- keeping her on the chair.&nbsp; Now, came the preparation.<br><br>He waited for her to wake up, which took a while.&nbsp; But Montand could wait.&nbsp; Hell, he'd been waiting in this place, by himself, for many months at a time.&nbsp; Sitting.&nbsp; Patiently listening for the next person to come through his door.&nbsp; And this time, a beauty had arrived, unaware of her fate.&nbsp; His eyes were focused on the way her chest moved up and down, back and forth, the blissful breathing of a sleeping princess.&nbsp; Would <em>he</em> like this one?&nbsp; The last woman they offered was mutilated beyond any recognition.
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				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 18:21:23</strong>
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				Like a fog that was on her mind, she could hardly stand to come through, to break through the mist and regain her sight. She moaned, the soft sounds of a woman waking up from a confusing sleep. She felt dizzy and her nostrils burned from the scent of the chloroform, she would inhale sharply as she shock went through her and her golden green eyes so lightly fused with brown, opened up wide and she took in the sights of the room. Remembering where she was she shook her head and furrowed her brows before looking over to Montand. She felt a wave of anger come over her, "Let me go! You bastard! How dare you!" She struggled against the bonds it was no use but she needed something, she needed freedom.<br><br>"Why are you doing this to me? Are you some psycho killer? Ugh! I can't believe I got stuck with the crazies, if I make it out of here alive I'm going to be so pissed, I'll expose you and every nasty plan you have. How dare you do this to a perfectly nice stranger." Collapsing back she let out a low, shuddering moan as a sob threatened to break in as panic washed over her. "I just want to go home...home is all I want." Her body suddenly crackled as electricity surrounded her body in a swirl, burning the plastic under her, she also tried to get through the bonds around her, but soon her energy died and she sagged back, breathless, weak, helpless.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Lake</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 18:35:01</strong>
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				The French-Canadian Doctor stepped back in caution at the sight in front of him.&nbsp; A mutant?&nbsp; Such power was only displayed by the Gods, like the beast that protected them!&nbsp; How did this woman have such ability?&nbsp; He had so many questions to ask her, but soon it died down and it appeared to be safe to return close to her.&nbsp; The smell of rotting plastic took control of the room, and no longer did the faint whisk of medical powder fill his nostrils.&nbsp; He was curious.&nbsp; More than curious!&nbsp; "Amazing..."&nbsp; Was all he could say.&nbsp; Her threats were brushed away, like dust on his shoulder.&nbsp; Montand wasn't worried.&nbsp; Because she <em>wasn't</em> going to get out of here in the first place.&nbsp; This forest would be where Raziel died.<br><br><br>Prodding the skin of her cheek, he was satisfied that the electric show was over with for good.&nbsp; "Mademoiselle Perez, you should be honoured to have been chosen as our gift to the Beast.&nbsp; I know he'll be happy to receive you."&nbsp; He hadn't had the courtesy to explain to her the whole Beast thing, but she'd find out the hard way eventually.&nbsp; But for now, Rae would be more concerned about getting out of here than finding out who the Beast was.<br><br><br>And then a smile.&nbsp; He was going to do something he shouldn't be doing.&nbsp; Reaching over, he unfastened her trousers and began tugging them down her legs, followed by her underwear.&nbsp; "Don't tell the rest that I did this."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Lake</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 18:40:33</strong>
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				"Honored," Rae said in a soft, unsure breath. She shook her head, "Beast? Who are you talking about," she sounded tired, defeated. Her eyes were far away and her body was feeling sluggish. She had never found honor in her powers. She had never shown them to a person willingly. That show was just for self defense. She needed a way to prevent this stranger from harming her, like a porcupine she could just fire up her quills of electricity and shoot off should it be the case. But oh the imagery did not give her a result like she hoped it was a failed dream.<br><br>However when he came up, she blinked, looking down, her soft voice floated from her lips, "W-What...What are you doing," her eyes widened as she felt her pants coming down, followed by the tug on her cotton black panties, she sucked in a breath. "Get off of me," she screamed. "GET OFF!" <br><br>And mustering all the anger and panic, she let out a cry as her body roared with blue electrical lights, zapping his fingers and filling the air as she struggled and slammed her body back against the chair, her thighs would jerk and tighten as quick, desperate gasps of air left her mouth. "STOP IT!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Lake</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 19:12:17</strong>
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				Montand retracted his finger away as the buzzing returned.&nbsp; Damn it!&nbsp; What was up with this girl?&nbsp; Why couldn't she be like the other ones, and <em>not</em> have any weird ability to produce electricity?&nbsp; It frustrated him, because Montand knew that as long as she could do this, and zap his fingers, then there was no chance he was getting any closer.&nbsp; Maybe it was karma, that because he wasn't supposed to be doing this, he was being punished in the form of painful jolts.&nbsp; Hint taken.<br><br>"You stop it!&nbsp; You keep doing that, I'm gonna make sure this isn't painless for you.&nbsp; Cut the electricity now!"&nbsp; He knew he was at a disadvantage here.&nbsp; Without her self defence, he would be able to touch her and get close.&nbsp; But as long as this was protecting her, he couldn't get near her.&nbsp; So how were they going to put her through the ceremony?&nbsp; As he had removed his gloves earlier -- when she was knocked out -- Montand replaced them with thicker, rubber gloves, hoping that would help.&nbsp; "Shut up now... or I'll gag you."
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				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 19:18:16</strong>
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				"No," she panted, looking at him her eyes were as golden as the sun, glowing from her face she would bare her teeth at him. "You will not violate me you disgusting man! If I'm to go to your Beast then show me to him, I'm sure he would not be too pleased to learn a worthless man like you would ever attempt to touch me. I swear if you try anything I'll zap your dick to where it explodes into fireworks. Don't. Test. Me." She was seething, "Let me go right now, or else." Rae wasn't sure just how credible her powers were but right now she was not about to back down. Her anger went as high as the sky and she would make sure that if Montand dared to touch her in a sexual manner again she would kill him.<br><br>And whoever this Beast was, she would do the same to him. She was ready to go, she wanted to, she wanted to meet this monster and kill him. Whoever he was she was going to hurt him. Slowly her electricity died down but only because she willed it, small sparks and crackles would keep going off but her eyes were still going. "I'm not finished so don't you dare try anything like that again, got it? Now let me go before I do it myself, it wouldn't be hard the straps are near breaking point."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Lake</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 19:41:14</strong>
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				This was tricky.&nbsp; There was no way that the Doctor was going to let her go.&nbsp; But on the other hand, she had a point.&nbsp; The straps could give way at any time, it all depending on how thorough an electric shock she put the leather through.&nbsp; Montand was in a difficult decision, one which he would need help with.&nbsp; "I'm not letting you go.&nbsp; Let's establish that right away. Now, my friends aren't going to be happy if you start doing that in front of them.&nbsp; So what I'm going to do, is put you back to sleep, OK?&nbsp; Next time you wake up, you won't be here.&nbsp; Understood?&nbsp; It's the only way I'll take you out of this place."&nbsp; The method of putting her to sleep was different from the previous attempt.&nbsp; The last one involved the use of chloroform, a rag pressed against her mouth and nose.&nbsp; The soft, sweet scent inhaling up and down her body.&nbsp; This time, he would go a little more drastic.&nbsp; Backing away from the chair, he had decided that she was unable to actually direct electricity away from her body, rather, it she could only zap things that came in close proximity with her.<br><br><br>Montand rummaged through a cupboard, and out came an old gas mask, tugged down his face.&nbsp; The windows were dusty, preventing much of his face from being seen.&nbsp; Only his dark, scrunched-up eyes were visible.&nbsp; The deep sound of breathing emitted from the filter in front of the rubber mask, protecting him from any vapour or gas that was about to be released.&nbsp; "See that vent... up in the corner?&nbsp; In a minute, I'm going to open it.&nbsp; It'll put you back to sleep.&nbsp; Is this how it's going to have to be?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Lake</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 19:45:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Slowly her eyes narrowed, glancing up to the vent she frowned, she was not advanced yet, right now her powers were just spiraling out of control and anger there was no way for her to head on fend off his attacks. Inhaling deeply she then said, "You will not rape me. At least not while I have anything to say about it. And I doubt raping a girl who's dead asleep would be much fun but maybe you're just a sick perv." Her words were biting and daring but she hardly seemed to care. Sighing she leaned back and said, "Go ahead. Put me to sleep if you'd like."<br><br>Rae was not one to succumb to a man's wants, not while she was awake, she would just show her powers anyways, if she had to in the future. If this Beast was anywhere near as barbaric as this man then she would probably have to.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Lake</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 20:06:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				By the time Philip P. Cohen reached the hospital, he was disgusted at the state it had been left in.&nbsp; On the floor, in the corner of reception were three smashed bottles, leaking neon-green liquid on top of a grey cardigan.&nbsp; The reception desk had a large book open at today's date, which brought some suspicion to his eyes.&nbsp; Today's date?&nbsp; This place was supposed to be dead, unoccupied, yet it was clearly obvious that someone was here.&nbsp; Coincidence?&nbsp; No.&nbsp; There were coincidences, then there were <em>coincidences</em>.&nbsp; And this was the latter.&nbsp; Things like that just didn't happen.&nbsp; Already, the handgun was out.&nbsp; A twelve-round piece of metal, safety off, weapon fully loaded.&nbsp; It stayed in his left hand for now, waiting to be used.&nbsp; The thing hadn't been fired in over a year.&nbsp; Did it still work?<br><br><br>The police officer advanced in to the next room.&nbsp; A hallway -- the opposite direction that Rae had originally taken.&nbsp; The windows on the left hand side were all broken, although there was no sign of glass.&nbsp; They must have been smashed from the inside.&nbsp; A slight gust of wind twirled through the short corridor, whispering and chattering with itself.&nbsp; It told Cohen that he was wasting his time here, and that nothing of interest was to be found.&nbsp; Taking the door at the end of the room -- on the right -- he was frustrated to find it locked.&nbsp; A shoulder barge helped bring it down, but all that he found was emptiness again.&nbsp; There were two doors in this room, one in the other corner.&nbsp; A strange-looking chair sat in front of him, the fabric strangely burned by something.&nbsp; What had happened here?&nbsp; Cohen conceded that he would never find out.<br><br><br>Montand was once again there for when Rae came back to the world.&nbsp; The setting had changed; instead of the hospital, she was now outside.&nbsp; Far away from where she had been put to sleep.&nbsp; "Mademoiselle Perez... you may wake up now.&nbsp; We need you to be alive for this."&nbsp; Montand had changed his dress, the so-called white coat now replaced with a scarlett robe.&nbsp; Nine others were here as well, in a similar get-up.&nbsp; A thick line of black paint decorated the area underneath their eyes, like they were about to go to war.&nbsp; Occasional hushed chanting was heard from the back.&nbsp; Nothing reminiscent of English or French.&nbsp; Rae had been stripped of her suit, and instead, seemed to be wearing something you'd find a female warrior wearing in a film set in ancient Greece or Rome.&nbsp; The tight, leather corset -- as well as bra -- and leather skirt were a perfect fit, while her arms had numerous gold bangles over them.&nbsp; A thick, steel collar prevented her head from tilting downwards, and forced the posture of her neck to look upwards almost permanently.<br><br><br>It was dark, one o'clock in the morning.&nbsp; Hundreds of lanterns and burning torches were surrounding them, ready to begin the ceremony.&nbsp; They had put her in bondage -- arms and legs stretched in to an X-shape, strapped to a pair of tall, wooden poles on either side of her.&nbsp; The shrine also consisted of many flowers, although Montand was dripping blood over them.&nbsp; "It's nearly time.&nbsp; Are you ready?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Lake</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 20:16:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When once again Rae found herself coming to, she could feel a wave of dizziness wash over her. The gas had been more potent then the liquid it seemed but it was something else. Her eyes were unfocused, slowly dimming and coming back just to see images over lapping and little lights flashing in her mind, she inhaled sharply and her brows would rise as she tried to figure out what the heck was going on. Feeling the wind pass over her bare arms, she knew something was wrong. Once everything cleared she found herself staring straight on, she could not move her neck, it was blocked. How uncomfortable, so her eyes shifted around, darting here and there, fear passed her features as she tried to move her body this time, but the was being held up.<br><br>"What's going on," she said, her voice thick with sleep, she groaned, her thighs were shaking under the flaps of her skirt. The brown corset would cling to her buxom figure, the skirt barely long enough to cover her supple ass and her full thighs. Her strong calves flexed a little, her feet pushing down, it was still just no use though. Her breasts which were a considerable double D size were nearly escaping her corset and the rings along her arms jingled as she shivered.<br><br>"What's...what are you going to do to me," she asked, her voice trembling, she hiccuped, feeling a sob rise but no tears came just yet.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Lake</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 20:28:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Montand was the one that spoke up again.&nbsp; Whether he was in charge, or just someone that had decided to be the leader of this event was currently unknown.&nbsp; "Raziel... you're about to meet the beast.&nbsp; In our village, we hand-pick the best women to be our Beast's sacrifice.&nbsp; As soon as we leave, you will be left to wait for him to come for you.&nbsp; Then, it is up to him on whether he likes you or not.&nbsp; If he does, then he will bring you back to his home.&nbsp; If he does not, then you will suffer a terrible, painful death.&nbsp; I wouldn't think about it if I were you, I would just close my eyes and wait."&nbsp; By now, the chanting had finished.&nbsp; The voices were silent, eyes watching, hands together.&nbsp; "It is time for us to leave, Mademoiselle.&nbsp; This is a goodbye from me, it has been nice knowing you.&nbsp; He may come in a few minutes, or he may come for you in a few days.&nbsp; I cannot say."<br><br><br>The Doctor vanished in to the darkness, a slow walk behind the rest of his people.&nbsp; A couple of minutes passed, and Rae was on her own.&nbsp; No one was here to taunt, or explain anything else.&nbsp; She would have to wait.&nbsp; For how long?&nbsp; Like Montand said, it could be any period of time from now until four days down the line.<br><br><br>Silence.<br><br><br>Nothing.<br><br><br>Alone.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Lake</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 20:33:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				This had to be some kind of joke. Honestly. Was someone trying to prank her? Was it her newspaper, telling her to do a better job? This could not be happening right now. She was a good girl. She was innocent and kind, she never lashed out unless provoked, she returned stolen money, refrained from drinking and drugs. So why was she out her like some lawn ornament waiting to be eating in just a couple of moments? Rae lifted her eyes to the tops of the trees. She would probably die. Montand said the Beast would only choose a woman he liked. Knowing her luck he would not like her. He would probably try and find ways to kill her. Fun new ways.<br><br>Sighing deeply she closed her eyes, she had to get out of here soon, she had to escape. But it wasn't going to happen. She would just wait for her kidnapper, her Beast. What if she had to use the bathroom? Ugh, she didn't waste any more thoughts on that lest she be sick or even more upset.<br><br>Rae began to hum, a tune that was sweet and soothing, her voice was as warm as honey and her lips would slowly form words to pass the time and to take her mind away. Maybe, just maybe she would survive.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Lake</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 20:53:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hours passed.<br><br>A noise would come from a bush, but then it would go dead.&nbsp; Too many animals, too many things to make a sound.&nbsp; The flames of the candles and torches still went strong, still kept the area lit, as even though it approached four o'clock in the morning, the natural roof of the forest kept the area dark.&nbsp; The occasional owl would watch down and hoot in tune with her singing, but then disappear to do other things.&nbsp; Even the odd-growl came to nothing, a promising sound that muted a little too soon.&nbsp; Was the Beast ever going to come?<br><br>Footsteps.&nbsp; Hurried footsteps.<br><br>There was a man.&nbsp; Holding his stomach.&nbsp; His left leg dragging along the dirt, the occasional stumble.&nbsp; Blood was everywhere.&nbsp; He grunted and groaned with every movement, wincing towards the woman.&nbsp; He displayed a Canadian uniform, a handgun in his left hand.&nbsp; That same twelve-round weapon that hadn't been fired in a year.&nbsp; It still hadn't been fired.<br><br>"Ugh..."&nbsp; The man complained, then his eyes stretched wide open at the woman.&nbsp; The woman he had came here to save.&nbsp; He'd finally found her!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Lake</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 20:58:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her mouth was dry. She had hummed through the night, slipping into sleep just to slip back out. The last time she had truly passed out she had found herself all tied up, both times, and under the mercy of someone else. Rae was tired and her body was sore from maintaining this same position for such a long time. But she hardly saw a chance for relief any time soon. Would her fate be to die all tied up and dressed so odd? What a miserable joke of a death. She inhaled, a rattling breath moved through out and slowly her eyes would come down when she heard something.<br><br>Was it the Beast? When the day light shined and showed a man wearing the uniform of an officer her eyes widened. Rae gasped, struggling forward, she said, "Are you here to save me! Oh god, are you okay? Come up here and cut me down, we'll leave together. Let's just go, please...oh please don't tell me you're too hurt."<br><br>It would be her luck that a dying officer would find her. She just wanted to go.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Lake</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 21:11:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cohen had no time to stop, and put on a triumphant pose.&nbsp; He had no time to say yes, that he was the one that had entered this forest twelve hours ago.&nbsp; He was supposed to be enjoying his holiday.&nbsp; But instead, he was bleeding to death, his muscles ached, they wanted to give up, to lie down and rest forever.&nbsp; But that... <em>thing</em> was behind them.&nbsp; That thing!&nbsp; What the hell was that thing!&nbsp; It wasn't a normal man, it came at him, pouncing, stabbing.&nbsp; Those claws that had punctured the police man's stomach.&nbsp; Cohen stumbled forward, and lost his balance once more.&nbsp; The handgun dropped, and a desperate attempt to grab it ended in failure.&nbsp; Forget the gun.&nbsp; Untie the girl.&nbsp; Forget the gun.&nbsp; Untie the girl.&nbsp; Forget the --<br><br>The beast was here.<br><br>That familiar voice.&nbsp; The slow walking.&nbsp; Bone claws scraping against branches.&nbsp; The Beast's hair wild; eyes monsterous; the torso bare; torn trousers; blood everywhere.<br><br>The Canadian officer turned over and began crawling towards the woman that could do nothing but stand there in her sacrificial outfit and bondage.<br><br>"I'm s-sorry..."&nbsp; Cohen choked, closing his eyes as the Beast lunged.<br><br>And pushed his claws through his neck.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Lake</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 21:17:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				No, no. This could not be happening. No! She trembled, fear worked through her and her shoulders rose and fell, looking up, she felt all her hopes crumbling down. The officer was dead. Her last plan of survival was now vanquished and she felt cold dread loop through her-NO. She still had a way to survive. She would have to get into the Beast's good graces, whoever this was, it had to be the beast. Now with a bloodied, mangled officer, she had to try and not look down other wise she might vomit. Staring forward she saw him. Him being a man who was looking as if he had just escaped a jungle. Wild hair, wild eyes, claws. Her eyes slowly narrowed, as her breasts rose and fell, high and fast in her panicked gasps she looked up, her full lips parted and she gulped. Pressing her lips together her eyes watered but she stayed strong.<br><br>Again her voice started, singing a soft melody, she would tilt and move her hips from side to side, hearing her bangles jingle, the flaps of her skirt swayed as she sang, hiccuping, she looked up.<br><br>"Please," she said, her song dying off. Gaining a hard look in her eyes she gulped and said, "I beg of you. Don't kill me. I'll do anything. Just don't do to me what you just did to him." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Lake</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 21:26:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The horrendous creature was hunched over, knees bent, his height almost halved with his posture.&nbsp; The metal collar around her neck meant that when he side-stepped around her, she was unable to look at what he was doing at her feet, or behind.&nbsp; He seemed to be inspecting.&nbsp; Judging.&nbsp; Deciding on her fate.&nbsp; It would be this Beast that chose whether she lived, or died on this sacrificial shrine.&nbsp; But it wasn't like she had to worry about someone finding her dead body in this strange outfit; the Beast was known to decimate those that he met.&nbsp; Most of the time, the head was never found.<br><br><br>Growling.<br><br><br>Snarling.<br><br><br>Grunting.<br><br><br>He had made up his mind.&nbsp; She promised to do anything if he didn't kill her?&nbsp; He would hold that against her, would <em>remind</em> her of the words she had spoken so desperately at this moment in time.&nbsp; <em>Just don't do to me what you just did to him.</em>&nbsp; Oh, he wouldn't.&nbsp; The Beast was going to take care of this one.&nbsp; She would be his.&nbsp; The claws sliced through rope, and Rae was free.&nbsp; But if she tried to run; the monster was ready to pounce.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Lake</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 21:51:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rae yelped in surprise when she felt wind pass by and the sounds of claws slicing through the air met by the sounds of claws slicing through her ropes. She gasped and fell, on all fours, she groaned, the feeling of finally being free had made her limbs go numb. She had been held for such a long time in that position, she whimpered, trying to move, not to run, but to gain her bearings. Sitting up, her hands went to her collar, scratching and pulling. "Please," she cried, "Take this off, it hurts."<br><br>Slowly she got to shaky feet and she turned, looking at him, her long lashes fluttered, taking in his appearance, she was speechless for a moment, seemingly a bit scared, she licked her lips and then bit her lip before saying, "May I ask you who you are? You are the Beast the people referred to, correct? Surely you must have a name...my name is Rae."<br><br>She was going to try everything in the book to stay alive and maybe one day, escape.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Lake</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 15:18:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The thing in front of her listened to everything she said.&nbsp; "The Beast... the Beast is one name I get called."&nbsp; However, he seemed to leave it at that.&nbsp; He did have a name, but throughout the many years he had been in this forest, it changed from time to time.&nbsp; His original name was forgotten.&nbsp; But the woman called herself Rae, and that's what he knew her as from this day onwards.<br><br>Rae.<br><br>She said her name was Rae.<br><br>She asked him to remove the collar for her, but he declined.&nbsp; Instead, the Beast wiped the underside of his nose with his bloody fore-arm, leaving a trail of fresh red on his face.&nbsp; "You're mine now.&nbsp; Mine until I grow bored of you.&nbsp; You try and run away, I'll chop you in to treble figures."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Lake</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>05-03-2010, 19:36:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rae's eyes fell close, that was what she was afraid of. His until he grew bored. And then what? Would he kill her? Rae wanted to like, if she had the strength she would have tried and used her own powers against him but the collar was of an odd material and who knew how it might hurt her. She would look into his eyes, they were handsome orbs, dark and scary though, she sighed. "Alright, Beast it is," she murmured. Coming closer she saw the blood and winced a bit. <br><br>"W-Well...then, Beast, I'm ready whenever you are," a lie but she had to play this smart and safe. Rae wondered what he might do and fear seemed to drip into her words but she just stood there and let him make the next move.<br><br>He looked human enough but there was something primal and that of an animal in his movements, his words and his voice. Just why was it they called him beast?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Lake</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>06-03-2010, 14:31:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The Beast, which she was still referring to him as, nodded when she accepted that she was ready to be taken when ever he was.&nbsp; In an impressive display of quickness, he grabbed the woman and tossed her over his shoulder, facing backwards so when they began to move, she could watch the shrine disappear in to the darkness and distance.&nbsp; It wasn't a far walk, but the Beast had a tight grip on her so there was no way she was getting away from the way he was carrying her.<br><br>He never spoke once during the walk.&nbsp; He took her further in to the heart of the forest, to a place where no one would dare go.&nbsp; This was the mid-point, and there was no turning back.&nbsp; It was even darker in here, if that was possible, and it hadn't look like man had walked through here in years.&nbsp; There was no physical path, so instead, the Beast walked through bushes and made walkways for himself.&nbsp; The occasional leaf would spring back and hit Rae in the face.<br><br>Up ahead, was a sort of camp, with numerous points of interest.&nbsp; It was closed off from the rest of the forest with large rock foundations, and thick tree trunks, and the only way to enter was over a small, wooden bridge that took you over a narrow stream.&nbsp; The area itself was circular, with a small pond about waist deep to the right.&nbsp; On the left, a wooden shack about the length and width of a standard-sized bus.&nbsp; The wood had dyed green in parts with moss and age, showing it had been here for a very long time.&nbsp; Like the shrine, candles and lanterns dangled from the trees to give a source of light.&nbsp; In the centre of the encampment was a stone well, complete with a bucket that could be wheeled down.&nbsp; It was about 5 feet in diameter.<br><br>Lastly, at the far end of the camp -- directly opposite the bridge -- was a small church.&nbsp; The main room housed the bedroom -- and in contrast to the simplistic nature of the camp, there was a large bed in the centre, with paintings and beautiful floorboards decorating the interior.<br><br>The Beast dropped her on to the soft, rich fabric of the bed and indicated to a heavy, four-foot long chain beside her.&nbsp; "We're home.&nbsp; Lock that on to your collar."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Lake</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 16:52:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rae had not expected to be grabbed so fast, she gasped sharply and jumped in his hole, groaning as she watched the little set up and the body of the officer fade step by step. She wondered just where he could be taking her and what he could be doing to her. She closed her eyes and bent her head down, the collar was uncomfortable and so were her ridiculous clothes. The Beast was moving and clawing his way through items, making his own path and intent on carrying the captured maiden away. She pressed her lips together to not left off any curses each time a leaf or a sharp, thin branch connected with her face. She trembled with a deep breath, angry and scared. She was wondering just what it was he could be doing to her. Looking around a bit she saw the scenery had changed. <br><br>Little bursts of fire within candles and lanterns were the only way to really see much except for the light of the moon. It seemed there to be little shacks, and ponds. It was actually a pretty sight, there could not be much ugly in nature and it seemed that whoever had taken the time to light up fires and set this whole thing up was somewhat civil. But soon they entered into what Rae could guess was a church. He walked and his feet creaked against the floor boards. <br><br>Suddenly Rae's slightly sore body dropped and bounced on the bed, she scrambled a bit, looking up, her eyes widened as she glanced around before seeing the chain. "I...b-but," she saw his face and sighed, "Yes sir." She took the chain and clipped it on. Gulping she asked, "So...this is your home? It's actually lovely."
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