Warwick New Writing All Nighter - Team One, Part Two
Rebecca - Fellate Challenge
It stood to their credit, wolf thought, that the young man and his companion took his fairly odd request- and he was under no delusions that being asked to be taken to berlin in the boot of a car was an odd request- in their stride.
He envied their spontaneity, their apparent confidence: at their age, he remembered ruefully, he had been much more cautious. His penchant for seeing dangers in every potential situation had pretty much put paid to anything that could be called an “adventure”.
Well, he was making up for that now.
Folded up in the close quarters of the boot, he could hear muffled strains of their conversation: neither was as quiet as they obviously believed themselves to be, and it worked to his advantage here.
The revving of the engine temporarily drowned out their words: by the time the noise had faded, he could hear the tail end of the girls question:
“....Sure he's really...?”
“Really what?”
“Safe?”
“Seems perfectly safety conscious to me”
“Oh, don't take the piss.”
“I don't know what you're asking me”
A sharp exhalation of breath. “Yes, you do!What if he's....i don't know, crazy? What if he's dangerous? What if-”
“Dangerous?”
“Why, do you think thats so farfetched?”
“No....but for someone who was thinking about this, you let him in the car pretty easily...”
“Because you wanted me to! Because in between now and then-”
“That's been about twenty minutes, you know”
“And in that twenty minutes, my mind has conjured up some pretty fucking creepy possibilities for how this situation could turn out!”
“So....you want to make him get out?”
In the silence that followed, Wolf's mind raced as he tried to think of an alternative plan of action, in case he suddenly found himself stranded. Again. Hitch another lift? Maybe. if.... if he could get one. The roads were much less busy now: the stretches of motorway had given way to narrow lanes, and traffic was non existent now. He didn't fancy his chances of getting another ride anytime soon.
“......no.”
He breathed out.
“Ahem....”
He tried again.
“....Ahem...”
The young man twisted around - Wolf struggled to remember his name....Peter? Paul? Yes....Paul seemed about right.
“I....ahem... I just wanted to assure you both....I am not...dangerous.”
Paul's face flooded with colour. “You-”
“I wasn't listening deliberately. I just wanted to make clear that I am not... I am quite harmless.” The awkwardness hung heavy in the air; Wolf felt his attempt at a laugh get lost somewhere in his throat, and come out sounding more like a cough.
“I'm not one of those you hear about...”
Paul smirked slightly, obviously aware of the mans discomfort; his friend appeared to stiffen slightly.
“And who are they, exactly?”
Her voice remained neutral, carefully expressionless.
“Ah...serial killers? Rapists? I am not out to....steal your money or force you to do anything for me-Ah- sexual favours, I mean....” he was groping in an absolute mental void: the silence was so excruciating, he found himself desparate to clarify himself, as if perfect articulation could elicit a response from the two teenagers who now starred at him in silence: the word was on the tip of his tongue “I mean, ask you to.....to.... FELLATE me or anything like that.”
They stared at him.
“I wouldn't....ask...I mean, make you do that” he finished rather lamely, the full horror of what he'd actually said beginning to dawn on him. God....his old trouble, never able to stop, never able to keep his mouth shut.
If they didn't think he was dangerous, or even just a little crazy then, they certainly would now. Please god, let them just make him get out of the car: the worst thing would be if they tried to alert the police....oh god...what if they thought he was threatening them somehow?
The muffled sound of laughing broke the silence, so out of place that he first construed the noise as tears. Then he recognised it: laughing. They were both laughing, laughing so hard that the woman was actually having trouble keeping the car straight.
“Paul....” It was the girls voice; she had evidently caught her breath. “Please choose every hitchhiker we ever give a lift to in the future. Fellate me.... I haven't laughed so much in forever.”
“Thanks, Wolf....” The boys voice was strangled. “Th-thank you...thanks for not asking me to....fellate you today....” He broke off, gasping.
Wolf relaxed a tiny bit. It was okay. It was all okay. They were still taking him to Dover.
If he was lucky, he'd make it all the way there without incident.
If he was even luckier, he'd be out of their car before they realised who he was.
Helen - Fight Scene
Paul sat back behind the wheel, ignoring his conscience's nagging; the usual questions of why someone would prefer to travel in a boot, the wisdom of taking on a complete stranger, whether his judgement was clouded by attraction. It was a fairly successful attempt at ignorance, though Kalli shot him a few glances that suggested second thoughts. The fact that she fell asleep helped with that.
He began to wish Wolf had more normal preferences in seating, if only so that the mundanity of the road and the English countryside could be broken by conversation. A selfish wish, but justified, as Kalli's snores filled the car with a lulling rhythm. Paul woke up trundling along the verge, with an unfortunate consequence of stimulating dreams to complicate matters. Thankfully sleep had slackened his foot on the pedal, and it didn't take much to roll to a stop. From the light, he judged he'd been asleep for half an hour at least - the sun had gone down fully. He nudged Kalli awake with a sigh. “Hey. Want to change over now?” “We agreed Dover.” Even half-asleep, she was as covetous of her rest as ever. “I just fell asleep at the wheel.”
“Oh.” Green eyes opened. “Maybe Wolf can take the wheel.” “Um...” A glint of mischief appeared. Paul had come to hate that. “Why don't I go ask him?” “I don't think --” She'd gone. Paul was left tapping his fingers nervously on the wheel, pondering why exactly it was that he both wanted and didn't want to see Wolf's face. Or give him responsibility over the car. “Is there a problem?” Continental European accents were such a turn on. “No, not really, just --” “He fell asleep at the wheel and I'm not doing it, so we thought you might.” Kalli was much too pleased with herself for finding this solution. Wolf raised one meticulously polite eyebrow. “You would trust me with your...car?” And lives, was the unspoken addition. “...yes?”
“Then I accept your trust.” The stranger smiled oddly. Paul decided Wolf must be a nickname earned by the prominent teeth. “I am honoured.”
“Um. Me too.” Paul thought back to all the horror stories he knew, of the mysterious stranger both attractive and dangerous. Either a demon or a god, he decided. And both had been known to interfere in history on occasion. He resolved to stay awake in the passenger seat, despite how awkward the silences may get. He failed, though he didn't realise he'd woken up for some time. The countryside had warped, the green turned to gold - not the good, autumnal shades, but a burning, insistent, somehow corrupted gilt that looked as though it was covering up rot. The sky smouldered a reddish umber, and all cars had vanished. He looked at Wolf. Who was not Wolf. Or at least, without a capital W. Still mistaking reality for dream (not yet nightmare), Paul stretched. “What happened to Wolf?” I am Wolf, it replied. But as I truly am, and where I truly should be.
“Oh.” Paul mulled this over for a moment. “This is a strange dream. Freud would make a lot of it.” You can ask him about it, if you wish. “I can?” All the mistaken and wrong are here.
“I see.” He paused. “Where is here?”
Some have called it Tartarus. Others, the Lake of Souls. Still others, Niflheim. It is what it is, and I would like to show it to you.
“Hell?” If you like. It's not the monstrous pit of wickedness most believe. Jesus Himself is here.
“Cool.” Paul looked over his shoulder at Kalli, still asleep. “I should probably wake her up for this. She likes mythology.” This is no myth.
“Even better.” He reached over to tap her on the shoulder, noticing in passing his seatbelt appeared to have disintegrated. “Hey, Kalli. Check it out.” Her eyes were yellow in the new light when she opened them. Her voice was shrill when she screamed.
It was at this point that Paul realised this was not a dream. He looked at The Wolf. “What the -?!”
Calm yourself. And her. You will disturb others. “But--!”
Neither of you wish to meet Them. “Stop with the cryptic bullshit, where the fuck are we?!” I have told you. The Wolf twitched his ear. Kalli stopped screaming, though not for lack of trying. “What did you do to her?” You would liken it to a mute button, I think. The Wolf smiled at his own joke, which was unnerving enough without Kalli launching herself at him in a bid to get her voice back. From what Paul could see, she was mouthing something along the lines of “you fucker”. Her hands wrapped around a furry neck. The car disappeared. Paul found himself watching his best friend and an oddly proportioned wolflike creature wrestle on a sulphurous road. He felt oddly calm about it. “Stop it,” he said, but found no emotion to strengthen the sentiment. Some instinct he didn't know he had and didn't much care about told him The Wolf had something to do with it; that, and the sleepiness he'd had earlier, and possibly even Kalli's eagerness to let the man she'd distrusted a few hours earlier drive their car.
The Wolf was winning, as you'd expect in a battle between a clearly experienced, clearly strong fighter and a slim woman in her early twenties. Paul caught glimpses of her desperate face, and The Wolf's oddly dispassionate one. It looked like she was being choked, but there were so many limbs involved it was difficult to tell. He wondered when he'd started referring to their companion as The Wolf. Or as a companion.
Something distracted him from his observation; a sound that sounded distinctly like an earthquake in the distance, or a building collapsing far away. The Wolf looked up from his victorious position beneath the girl, one arm - foreleg? - across her throat and legs wrapped around hers to prevent struggling. They are coming. Ordinarily, Paul would have laughed at such an unintentional Lord of the Rings reference, but he too felt an uncanny certainty that They were coming. The Wolf let go of Kalli, who lay gasping like a caught fish. He fixed her with that oddly disinterested canine look wolves have. I am The Wolf. You are a child. Do not cross me again.The look transferred to Paul. Drive.
And he did. Kalli was beside him again, with The Wolf in the back seat. There was a nameless, dark mass of someThing in the rearview mirror, but Paul did not look at that. Kalli put her hand on his arm. “What are we going to do?” “You can talk again?”
She surrendered. I accept it. A flash of green in the rearview mirror let Paul know The Wolf was looking at him again. Faster.
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Emilis - Sex Scene
Paul was driving the car at an increasing speed, going so fast that he became afraid of losing control of the car and crashing it somewhere, which going at this speed could very possibly result in their deaths. Yet, even at this speed, the dark mass was still closing on them.
Faster, you have to go faster. I told you that you don't want to meet them. Wolf seemed nervous, even afraid. This frightened Paul even more, if Wolf was reacting in this way, he didn't want to even think about what those that there approaching them might do to them.
“Paul, can't you drive faster?! Try harder!” Kalli seemed even more distressed than the two of them.
Paul, after hearing Kalli's despairing voice, turned the steering wheel slightly to the right. The car began to slide, however, Paul managed to straighten the car, but before he had the opportunity to rejoice at avoiding this peril, one of the back tires of the car exploded because of the pressure put on it. The car was no longer in any form of control, it didn't roll over, but it stopped after dangerously drifting for about 100 meters. The dark mass was upon them.
The passengers looked outside, but they couldn't see anything, their world was covered in darkness and they could only hear strange roars coming somewhere from inside the blackness, but they didn't sound like roars of animals, it was more as if they were screams of humans, just more vicious, like that of savages.
Soon, forms emerged from the darkness, which quickly came near their car. The beings that they saw weren't either humans or animals. They were hybrids of the two, demons.
Paul and Kalli looked in complete terror when a being that had the form of a bull, standing straight on his feet at about 9 feet tall, stood in front of their car while in his hand holding a small humanoid looking being, which in a way seemed angelic, even though it also had the face of a cow. It was a petite being compared with the terrifying bull, maybe only 6 feet, and probably only one third of the bull's weight. They saw that the bull was actually erect, his penis proportionate to his magnificent stature. In the horror, they saw that the bull creature began seemingly raping the angelic cow with all his might, all while the beauty was screaming in the voice of a human. Blood was gushing from its genital areas and it seemed that it might even bleed out from the act. Then the intercourse ended, the bull seemingly satisfied just dropped the cow creature on the front roof of the car. Even Wolf seemed scared to death.
No, no. Just not like that, not like that. We have to find a way out of here.
Jess H. - Most Words Wins - 1819
The angelic body vanished as quickly as it had appeared; the cow flopping heavily onto their windscreen, its thick mass permeating the air with a scent almost as heavy as the body itself, which blocked their sight completely and splintered the screen with a sickening crunch though not actually breaking the glass.
For what felt like a minute, the three inhabitants of the car sat shocked, staring at the corpse on their windscreen, panting like they had just abused it as the angelic demon had.
“What...” Paul was the first to speak.
“Drive.” Wolf said, his voice deep and sonorous. “Drive.”
“We need to...” Kalli's voice was unusually high, and its latent fear had Paul stretching over and rubbing her thigh, the warmth from his hand reassuring her. She glanced over at him: his eyes were grey and muted; his face drawn.
“I know.” He murmured.
It took ten minutes for the two men to get rid of the corpse from the windscreen. Kalli, for all her moxie, seemed unwilling to have anything to do with it, and moved into the back seat, hunching up her knees with her seatbelt off for the first time as they grunted and heaved, unwilling to talk about what they were doing even to coordinate their efforts. They could barely make eye contact.
They eventually rolled the beast off, flopping its flabby, detached mass over and over until they could sling it into the ditch on the side of the road. It lay there, steaming, the horrific, gaping wound made by that demon still obvious in its abdomen. Its face was caught in a horrific grimace which turned the stomachs of them both, and as Paul turned back to the car, he knew what to do. He had made up his mind.
“Wolf...”
The beast rolled his eyes over towards his companion. His eyes, though dark and oblique, had a hint of something like... fear. Paul was never going to ask him how he felt, but he sensed that he was just as scared about what had happened as he was. It was only now that he looked at him hunched over, walking towards the car, that he saw the dark, grey fur blotched over the back of his neck. He took a deep breath.
“Whatever that thing was, I am not happy. I know that you need to get to Berlin, and fuck it - we all have things we need to escape, and going there is as good as any place. I am totally willing to take you there. We all need things, and I want to help you. There is something about you I can't resist. But all I want to say is - I'm not comfortable with you attracting something like that. I can't deal with seeing that kind of shit and I am certainly not comfortable with you attracting something that will smash up my windscreen like that. I can't afford that shit. So what I need is for you to get less visible.”
“Paul-”
“No. In fact, how do you even know my name? Fuck it - get in the boot.”
They were standing facing each other; Kalli hunched up in the back seat of the car - it seemed as though she couldn't hear them. Paul would never have wanted to let her hear this, although he was sure she would kick his ass just as hard as he would have. Wolf looked at him, his expression difficult to determine.
“Okay, Paul.”
It was his compliance which confused Paul the most. As he drove, he could almost forget everything except him and Kalli, except for the strange adjustment of weight reminded him vividly of the situation. That thump, whenever he went over a bump.
*
Two hours later, the clouds were heavy and the humidity heavier still. They were almost at Dover, just a few more miles to go. The windscreen was badly splintered, but fortunately still intact enough to see out of. Most of the damage was smack in the middle of the screen, so either side was segmented with lines but was still just about transparent.
“Paul...” Kalli's voice whined out of nowhere, punctuating their respective reveries. There'd been no repetition of the previous supernatural events.
“Yes? What do you want?” He turned and half-grinned at her.
“I'm hungry.” Less of a notification than an announcement of need.
“I'm not hungry. Let's wait. Maybe the food will be cheaper in France.”
“Paul.” Her stomach rumbled. It was improbably loud; a deep and reverberant rumbling which almost seemed to vibrate both of their seats. He glanced over in alarm and saw her big green eyes staring right at her. There was something he couldn't quite place about their effect on him. There was no strange throb of attraction; no pang of pity. But there was a strange feeling which bent through him.
“Where's the next service station?”
“Two miles.” She replied immediately.
The BP service station they turned into exactly two miles later was completely normal - full of haulage trucks and slightly vacant people who sat, empty-headed and empty-minded, over their cups of weak coffee. Paul and Kalli climbed out and stretched, Kalli decidedly more leisurely, bending and flexing every limb of her lithe body. There was that strange feeling that thrummed through Paul as he watched her from the corner of his eye - not lust but not quite affection, either.
“Wolf?” The word was less of a question and more of a threat.
“Yeah.”
They both surreptitiously looked around them as they clicked the boot open. Kalli span around and kept lookout as Paul looked down.
Wolf looked up at him, eyes scrunched against the bright light of the dull day.
“Hello.”
“Hello.”
Paul grabbed Wolf's arm as he helped him out. His wrist felt disproportionately thick and textured strangely - it was only once he had let go and they were strolling semi-casually towards the service station that he realised it was probably because it was covered with hair.
The two students got coffees and plates full of overpriced grease and sat staring into the car park. Fortunately, the wolf spent almost the entire time in the toilet, coming out just as they were finishing and stalking, avoiding eye contact, back to the car. They looked at each other. Kalli looked scared. Paul's eyes were resolute.
“He can't go anywhere but in the boot. I'm sorry, Kalli. He's got to. I can't be dealing with this shit. I want to sort my life out, not lose it. I also don't want him to hurt you.”
Kalli looked away. “I know, Paul. I'm sorry he's put you in this position. But you must know that he still has rights. It's not okay for him to be locked in a cage.”
“He was okay with it. Really. He was. And he hasn't complained this whole time! That must be something.”
“But what, Paul? What do you mean, 'that must mean something'? What do you mean? It's not okay. It's never going to be okay. Maybe we should talk to him. He probably knows something about why this stuff has happened. And if we are going to take him to Berlin, maybe we need to learn how to counter it. You know. And you saw how he was earlier. I think he would be able to protect us if it happened again.”
Paul thought for a long moment. He wiped his mouth with a napkin and glanced out to the car park. Wolf was standing next to the car, his eyes fixed on the middle distance. He looked defeated.
“You're right. There's something he's not telling us.”
“No, that's not what I mean, Paul. I mean that I think that treating him like a human being is doubtless going to work in our favour. That being nice to him is going to help us if another fucking monster decides to come and wreck our car!”
“I see your point.” Paul felt a flicker of anger that his attempt to look after her and the two of them was ending so abruptly. Surely she could have told him that while he did it in the first place? But he took one look and her and understood.
“So... can we put him in the back seat?”
“Yeah, alright.”
They both went out into the car park, grimacing in the light and the general mundanity of proceedings. There was a complete apathy about everything and everyone around them: as was the nature of service stations, all they wanted to do was to get out of there.
Wolf didn't make eye contact when they approached him. He was standing next to the boot.
“Um, Wolf...” Paul started, and was dislodged slightly by Kalli making her way into the front seat of the car beside him. “Get in the back seat. I'm sorry. I was... wrong to think that it was a good idea for you to be in the boot of the car. Nah. It's cool. Get in the back.”
“You're sure?” Wolf grinned slightly, his white, perfect teeth glinting behind his slightly parted lips.
“Yeah. Come on.”
He clambered into the back and Paul couldn't help but think that he had made a huge mistake.
“Besides, he'll need to be in the back for customs,” Kalli said when he climbed back in and fired the engine.
“Good point,” Paul replied, “do you have a passport, Wolf?”
“Of course,” he replied. “How else would I get to Berlin?”
He saw from the corner of his eye his female companion flash a glance at him. “Of course,” he told himself. “Of course.”
Getting onto the ferry was a surprisingly simple task. Wolf complied completely - for all his strange name and habit of attracting weird monsters, he had all the correct documentation. And of course both of the main couple had known that their road trip was very likely to necessitate international travel and had come prepared. A couple of waves from the border staff, a lot of queuing and a quick scrabble for money and cards and they were on. Both the students felt a strange sense of dry excitement as they drove slowly into the hold of the ferry, like the one so familiar to those who ferry on holiday.
They descended into the hold, turned off the engine and clambered up the cold metal steps into the main part of the ferry and immediately found an empty row of chairs they decided to colonise. As they all curled up, too sleepy to argue, they slept in tandem as soon as their heads hit the headrest.