A Short Story : A Story?

Not far down the road, I had made Anna stop at Bluegrass Creek insisting that we needed to talk. At first she protested, saying that whatever I needed to discuss with her could wait. That, we needed to be on the road because we had half a state to travel if we were going to get to… and that’s when I said, Deerfield, and the surprise of me already knowing where the gathering was had silenced her instantly.

"Alright Kidd...we ready to go?" "Aye...I got him located. He should have the whereabouts for the kidnapped people, and your mother and brother's whereabouts...but it doesn't make sense Aria...why would he kidnap so many people? It doesn't add up..." Kidd mumbled and Aria sighed. "He could be using them as slaves...but I doubt it...maybe it has something to do with a Temple that Haybi was talking about...?" "I don't know...but we need to hurry and get this done encase he leaves again..." Aria nodded and pulled her hood down. "Let's go Mary..." Aria replied actually using Kidd's real name.

Zachary waited until she left the room before pulling up a chair next to the cot. He flashed a tight-lipped smile, which she imagined he’d used on Shawn.

Sally smiled then began slowly walking back to the crowd. Lital and Anna almost ran to reception. Anna slowed and composed herself. She knew the evening agent and smiled as she said:

“I’m here Katherine, what do you want?” She called out into the empty room. Frustrated she looked around the room. “If you don’t come out now I’m going to leave.”

“Sure, um follow me,” she replied some what confused. When we reached the end of a long corridor we entered a room. It was all white with a table and to chairs. She looked at the light then mumbled under her breath followed by “he’ll be right with you.”

It was a dreary winter night in Oceana, West Virginia. Tucked away, warmly, was a man by the name of Michael. You see, Michael was a fairly brave individual that was very rarely frightened. He was sort of a leader to his peers and those around him by showing his courage and virtue. As he lay tucked away in his comfortable bed, he heard the strange sound of footsteps in the snow outside. Dismissing it as possibly an animal or the wind, he paid no attention to it and went back to watching his television show. It was only after hearing it once more that he grew immensely curious and decided to check it out. At first, he opened his window and peered outside where he heard the strange sound from but saw that the ground was completely undisturbed. Given the fact that it was negative five degrees outside and in the middle of a two-week long snowstorm, he did not notice any sign that someone or something was outside. Once more he dismissed the sounds, closed his window, and covered back up in his warm bed.

Basilton Arlen Wolff-Haynes (Baz) woke up to the noise of his roommate snoring. Groggily, he looked at his watch and groaned inwardly. The blinking digital letters read: 4:37. Way too early, he thought. There is no way I’m going to be able to go back to sleep, with Snow trying to impersonate a pig over there. Might as well get up now. Quietly, he crept out of bed, leaving the sheets practically undisturbed, and changed into his school uniform. Baz looked out the window before pulling on his blazer, too. Still tiptoeing, he sneaked out of the room, gently closing the door quietly behind him. There he was met with a moment of hesitation. Will the door still be unlocked? Do I know what I’m doing? Finally, he pushed all the doubts out of his head. It’s been too long since I’ve been up there. It would be nice to pay the place a visit.

I faintly hear a knock on the front door. I bolt up from my bed and put on a pair of panties and a sweatshirt that barely covers them. I then rush down to the living room to see who's there.

“Well, now, let me think about it for a minute, I want to be reasonable. With all the money you make at the drug store, you can afford $800 a month to start. Remember, I know how much you go,” Nancy said and snickered.

The winter air of New York stung her face as she stepped off the train platform. After what felt like hours on the train from Pennsylvania, she welcomed the fresh air. She had a lovely time visiting her relatives; however, she was glad to be back home in the city. Her eyes were heavy with sleep, but it would still be some time before she could make it home to rest. She decided to wait until the crowd of passengers hailing taxis thinned out to claim her own.

I woke up half asleep the alarm blared and as the red numbers glimmered, 5:00 am time to start the day. Jeffrey was already awake starting the chores. I reached out to grab my crying little ball of warmth “Good morning Bessie” I said. The crying stopped and I wiped the tears from her face and she yawned. Groggily I walked to the kitchen just as Jeffrey was coming in the front door. I smiled at him but the expression on his face showed pure terror.

“You ever wish you’d done something else?” Mac asked. “Gone out in the world a bit?”

There were days where she barely thought about what happened at that party. Days where she was just Bailey doing exactly what she had always done before that fateful night. Then there were days where sometimes the smallest discrete thing would happen that would bring flashes of it before her eyes. The way someone’s hand moved or the sound of a door locking. She truly wasn’t sure how others coped with such a thing. There had been written statements saying she dragged him off, that it was something she wanted. It had been said to her so many times now that sometimes she actually started to believe it, question herself.

I whinced as he brushed trough the tangles. I'm supposed to brush my hair but Master likes to do it so I let him.