She Has A Pretty Face Though (Part XX)

Posted on July 13, 2013 by R. Richardsson

Disclaimer

The following is one of many installments for a story designed specifically for my blog. While it does step out of my usual genre, there are some things still not suitable for a younger audience. Violent/Graphic descriptions, strong language and sexual situations may be found through different sections. Each entry will tell a small portion of the story during different times and may not directly follow the one prior to it.

This story follows the direct interactions, as well as the deteriorating thoughts of a young man who is struggling not only with the relationships he has with those around him, but with the relationship he has with himself as well.

Finally, all work is strictly fiction and does not reflect the views of the author. Any resemblance to actual person(s) is only a coincidence.

If this isn’t your cup of tea, then avoid these excerpts and hopefully I’ll see you around my other posts!

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He collapsed against his pillow in exhaustion, lathered in sweat and haunted by the remnants of a dream he could no longer recall. His hands clutched at the sheets and his knuckles had become as pale as his face from the continuous effort. It wasn’t something he was aware of, nor was it anything he had any control over and many minutes would pass before his muscles would relax enough to allow him the comfort of sleep.

His eyes were open as far as they would go and if anyone were looking upon him at just this moment, they might flee in fright from his expression alone. His face appeared nearly as white as the sheets beneath him and his mouth was yet partially opened from the soundless shrieks he had recently contributed to the silence around him.

A large vein protruded from his forehead, pulsing in time with his racing heart, and a bead of sweat slowly made it’s final journey past his temple and into his hairline, never to be seen again.

Though his eyes were open, they were sightless. Scott Vali was not in at this time, but rather, it was another who looked through the veil of his consciousness. This other had no control over its host. It could not control him for its needs, nor did it have any desire to. It was only content in finding new and exciting ways to break this one’s mind and soul.

Time had no meaning for the ‘other’. It only existed whenever its host’s stress levels increased, and with each visit, so too did its strength increase as well.

It passed its time by whispering into his dreams, speaking of creatures that no man would ever be able fathom. Though it only spoke of the tiniest fraction of these beings, it was more than enough to send its host cascading into the deepest, darkest pit of despair he had ever known.

It fed on his creativity. Though he didn’t know it, he had a strong aptitude for visualization. He accepted it as part of his imagination, but if he’d had the motivation to, he had the potential to one day be more than he ever dreamed he could. Whenever he began to slip into himself, it would gnaw on his thoughts, corrupting them into something more to its suiting.

This night had been big. It was the greatest moment of its existence thus far, and, as it drifted back into its own version of slumber, it would have smiled if it’d had a face with which to do so..

Scott blinked his eyes, groaning as his body began to jerk sporadically . There was nothing dramatic about his movements, for they were the type of movements that come with extreme exhaustion. They came because he was beyond this point of exhaustion, forcing his arms to slightly lift into the air with each action. It caused his right eye to twitch rapidly, a feeling that was both weird and painful, but helpless to experience . He rolled over to his right side, burying the twitching orifice into the crook of his arm in an effort to stymie its movement, but to no avail.

Had he been dreaming? Had he awakened from a nightmare?

He couldn’t remember, and nor did it matter for he was chasing his thoughts back into darkness. The discomfort of his dancing muscles still worried at his body, but his impending sleep took precedence over anything he might have wanted to do about it..

He drifted once more into sleep and this time there was only darkness waiting for him on the other side.

She Has A Pretty Face Though (Part XIX.2)

Posted on July 11, 2013 by R. Richardsson

Disclaimer

Finally, all work is strictly fiction and does not reflect the views of the author. Any resemblance to actual person(s) is only a coincidence.

If this isn’t your cup of tea, then avoid these excerpts and hopefully I’ll see you around my other posts!

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Tommy sat behind the wheel of his light blue ’64 Chevy, with Misty at his side and B.J. riding passenger, who sat with his legs slightly elevated to accommodate the cooler beneath his feet.

“Hey, pass me a bear, would you,” Tommy asked nonchalantly.

“I wish you wouldn’t drink and drive Tommy,” Misty protested.

“Relax babe,” he said as he cracked it open. “It’s just a beer.”

B.J. snickered, but immediately stopped once she turned her disapproving glare upon him.

The sat in near silence, with the only sound being the sipping of beer from either side of her and it was a long while before anything more was said than “Get me another.”

Finally, it was B.J. who broke the silence.

“Are you sure they’re going to be here?”

“Yes, I’m sure.” Misty replied. “Nikki said she overheard a conversation between Lucy and HER friends at lunch, in which she was telling them about her big date tonight. Apparently, she was gushing over him.”

“Pee-yuuke,” B.J. erupted, while Tommy made gagging noises from her other side.

“Well you wanted to know!”

For the next several seconds, their laughter filled the cab of the truck. It was Tommy who first grew quiet, and as he did, a brooding expression came over his features.

“Aw, what’s the matter honey? Why the long face?”

“I don’t get it. Why are we going through all this trouble to hook them up?”

“Tommy… We’ve been over this! You know that if you get caught in another fight, you’re going to get kicked off the team! And besides, it’s not like he’s going to be getting off that easy or anything.”

“What do you mean by that? If I’m not giving him a hard time, than he’s getting off easy as far as I’m concerned. If you don’t put the faggots in their place, than before long they are taking over.”

“Yeah, like in that movie about the nerds,” B.J. added.

“Except this isn’t a movie, dumbass,” she shot back. “And Tommy, you know I don’t like you using that word.”

“Whatever…” he muttered. “Just get to the point.”

“Well, the word is; Lucy’s a bit of a control freak. Ever since her father was murdered that night of the James Street Massacre, she has been manipulating things to get her way. She’s so afraid that if she isn’t in control that something else, bad, will happen to her family.”

“I don’t get it…” B.J. said. “What does that have to do with Scott?”

“Goddammit, B.J., you’re such a tool sometimes! Are you so blind that you can’t see how this will play out?”

The latter’s face turned red from the verbal assault, but he didn’t say a word. He didn’t dare, with Tommy watching him like a hawk. If the wrong word came out of his mouth, he knew that he was going to get a fat lip, or worse.

“I, I guess I don’t,” he admitted through clenched teeth.

“Well, you know how Scott’s a bit of a loner, right?”

She waited for them to acknowledge her question before continuing.

“He’s a fucking weirdo, is what he is,” B.J. laughed, but nobody took his cue, and she continued as if she hadn’t heard him.

“Well, like I said, she’s all excited that he asked her out. I mean REALLY excited. And, if she’s half the control-freak that I think she is, she’s going to make him more miserable than either of you two ever could.”

“What,” Tommy asked incredulously. “How the fuck do you figure that?”

“Well for one, she has something that only one person in this truck has, as well as the ability to withhold it from him! I think,”

She paused when once again, they showed their maturity by emulating the act of vomiting.

“Are you boys about done?”

They had followed their vulgar pantomime with another fit of boyish laughter, and this time it would take something more than an angry look to settle them down. She reached out and pinched both on their sides, eliciting a pained yelp from each.

“Alright! Damn, that hurt,” Tommy yelled, while B.J. said some expletives of his own.

“Now, as I was about to say; I think that she will be able to cause him more pain than either of you ever could.”

“Damn, that’s just cold,” Tommy admitted reluctantly. “I was just going to rough him up a bit, but she…”

“…will tear him apart.” Misty finished with an evil grin. “Look, there she is now.”

They watched as she got out of her car, a red ’90’s Nissan, and ambled toward the theater’s doors.

“Did we miss him already,” B.J. whispered.

“I don’t think so. Look, she’s buying the tickets! O.M.G.! He can’t even pay his date’s way?!”

For the third time in minutes, the cab erupted in laughter. And, when Scott finally appeared at the last minute, sprinting up the middle of the street, they would lean against each other in hilarity, cackling madly until tears fell from their eyes and their sides began to ache.

She Has A Pretty Face Though (Part XIX)

Posted on July 6, 2013 by R. Richardsson

Disclaimer

Finally, all work is strictly fiction and does not reflect the views of the author. Any resemblance to actual person(s) is only a coincidence.

If this isn’t your cup of tea, then avoid these excerpts and hopefully I’ll see you around my other posts!

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Scott tossed and turned restlessly in his sleep. It had only been a couple of hours since Lucy had dropped him off, and no sooner than his head hit the pillow had he fallen into a deep sleep. The last few days had taken their toll on his mind, body and soul and now he was paying for it. Though he wouldn’t know it, anyone within earshot would be able to hear the despairing groans that were sneaking over his lips.

His sheets were damp with sweat and clung to his body, tangling him up further and further each time he flipped to his other side and tears leaked from the corners of his eyes. It wasn’t from the pain that he cried, nor was it due his inability to sleep; not tonight. No, tonight, he was being haunted by his unwelcome guest, the ‘other’ who spoke to him more and more frequently these days.

“That was so fucking awesome what you did to that dog, Scott, seriously! I didn’t think you had it in you.”

“…uhhhnn…stop it,” he muttered halfheartedly.

For the moment, his pleas were answered. He began to dream.

His body ached from a dozen different places. It was a pain unlike anything he had ever felt. It rose in waves, from his very core, pausing every so often as if someone were tugging at him. He could also feel something warm wrapped around his waist. It was a feeling that should have seemed familiar to him, but for some reason he couldn’t focus on it beyond what was currently happening.

His eyes slowly fluttered open, presenting a scene that only disoriented him, rather than giving him the answers he sought. He knew immediately that he was lying on his back, but he couldn’t make out very many other details beyond this. He was surrounded in near complete darkness. There was a weak light source somewhere in the room, it may have been coming from a button on the face of a yet unseen piece of electronic equipment, but he couldn’t be sure.

As he was searching for the source of the light, a light slurping sound from in front of him suddenly snapped his attention forward. He narrowed his eyes, trying to make out what he was seeing, and, it looked as if there were someone sitting on top of him!

The darkness was not complete, and as such he was able to make out the shapes of things closest to him. Though he still suffered the pain originating in his core, it had receded to a dull sting since the last tugging sensation. What he now felt was something he could only describe as a warm moistness around his waist. He concentrated on this feeling. Was he excited? Was…was he finally experiencing something he had only thought about until this very moment?

His thoughts were interrupted by something that sounded curiously like an apple being bit into. Another wave of pain, weaker, indescribable, washed over him with this new sound and was followed by the original, curious, slurping.

“Wha-” he mumbled softly.

“Shh,” came an equally soft, feminine response.

It was a voice he recognized but couldn’t place a name to. His thoughts were a-jumble. He couldn’t separate the feelings of pain that he was experiencing. He couldn’t determine if it was pleasure that he should be experiencing. His felt as if he were slipping away, and soon enough he was.

He was losing himself. It was a sensation that was as real as the touch between two people and it was something he had no control over. Then, just as he was about to rise up from himself, that curious tugging feeling came once again from his core. His consciousness slammed back into himself so forcefully that he raised several inches from where he lay. He screamed. It was as if someone had suddenly loosed a ball of boiling napalm in his stomach.

At the exact moment that his scream issued forth, so to did one from the female straddling him. His was full of pain and fear. Hers was mocking, and as his trailed weakly away with his breath, hers ended in laughter.

“M-Misty?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes,” she screamed orgasmically.

And then, a bright light began to strobe from somewhere behind his head. It seemed as bright as the sun to him, burning his sensitive retinas, but this was only an inconvenience compared to the horror before him.

It was, indeed, Misty Vandiver that straddled his waist. However, contrary to what he had thought he was experiencing, she only naked above hers. His eyes instinctively darted to the object of his (and every other boy’s) fascination, her perfect ski-sloped breasts, but there would be no enjoyment in seeing them. They were covered in blood. Her entire upper body was smeared in blood, with the exception of the small portion of her face above her mouth, and she was holding a bloody rope in her hands. Except…except that wasn’t right. It was coming from him! It WAS him! As he watched, horrified, she leaned forward and took a huge bite from the end of his intestine and began chewing with gusto.

The strobe light continued to flash. The room filled with his screams and after swallowing, she leaned forward with a smile and said;

“What’s the matter Scott? Don’t you like being inside me?”

His eyes shot open and he opened his mouth to scream, but no sound came out. There was no sound other than the insane laughter of the other’s voice, cackling from the recesses of his mind.