Gone with the man in the long black coat

[wickedslayer]

Just another fucking day. Another fucking day in the Cali State Penn and another fucking Bertha who wanted to throw down. What was it with these chicks? Didn't matter how many times I broke someone's wrist they always wanted to screw with me. One of these days my ass was gonna get jumped by about fifty of 'em and they were gonna get one up on me.

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[prodigal_slayer]

My back pressed into a floor, as my eyes began to open. My head....it hurt wicked bad and was I dead yet? Didn't think bein' dead was supposed to hurt this bad but what the hell did I know? My eyes flew open all the way when I heard what he said. Lookin' around I realized I was in the trunk of the car. My eyes widened as I tried to jerk free from the cords wrapped around my legs and my wrists. Shit!

"No!" I yelled once he slammed the trunk lid down hard plunging me back into darkness. "Let me out!" I yelled, kicking my bound together feet against the trunk. "Let me out!!" But he wasn't payin' attention, I could hear him start the engine. Wasn't long before the car went rolling wherever he was driving. I couldnt' see a damn thing and it was like being in solitary all over again, only more terrifying. Because I knew what to expect there. "Let me out!" I screamed as loud as I could, but no one could hear me because I could tell we were already back on the highway.

Breathing hard I tried to make out shapes in the trunk as I writhed on the floor, trying to get out of the cords wrapped tightly around me. "Fuck." I cursed, as I pulled as hard as I could frustrated tears popping to the surface of my eyes. How long was he gonna keep me in here? Why wasn't I dead already? When his hands closed over my throat I thought I was a goner for sure. But he hadn't killed me. This whole thing was so confusing and it makin' my head hurt even more.

Yesterday I was a slayer, today I was riding in the trunk. Somehow it didn't all add up to me.

I was pretty sure at some point I'd nodded for a little while. Wasn't sure how long, coulda been hours. But when I woke up, I woke up screaming. The trunk was closing in on me, I could barely breathe. Opening my mouth I yelled and screamed desperately trying to catch his attention. Finally I felt the car stall and then the engine turned off. Really prime time to start screamin' again, but instead fear gripped me and I shut my mouth as I heard the front seat door open.

[psycho_angelus]

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