Embrace
03-27-2009, 10:07 AM
Uhm, Hi, I'm new to Dodian and all. But heres my first attempt at a story, I have seven chapters first, but I figure I will release the first three chapters, and you guys tell me what you think, and I will release the rest...:)
It was Monday again, time to start school after a fun weekend. "Why do they have to do this to us?", thought Chris to himself. But, there was something not right, and Chris could feel it in the air. It was almost a sense of dread yet also excitement. Oh well, forget it, it's going to be just another boring day at school. He passed through the doors to his school and glanced in every other classroom to check if anything was happening. No, of course ther wasn't anything that could actually be considered interesting. But, as he passed his classroom, he noticed something out of place, there was something written in red marker on the board. The reason this is odd is because one of his jobs on Friday afternoons is to clean the board before he leaves, he's sure no-one has been in it over the weekend. They must have written it in the morning. He steps into the classroom to check out the message, as it might be from the teacher, saying they have a substitute. A flurry of excitement runs through his chest at the possibility of a hopeless sub to make fun of the whole day, but as he takes that step into the class room, he stares at the message, making sure he's reading it okay. Maybe it's his eye, he never did get it fully fixed. The message read "No, this is not a joke".
"What the hell?". That was the last thought he had before he passed out. A man in full black ran over to make sure he was out cold, signalled the universal sign for okay at the figure of jesis Cheist over the board, and ran off through the door.
It had all worked out just as the boss had said it would when he had drawn up the plans with Marell in the tiny cofee shop, located in the outskirts of town. It was simple really, Marell was going to be given a fake identiy as Mr. Rogers, he was to enter the building as a subsitute pre-algebra teacher on Thursday, the same day the school was scheduled to have a tornado drill. When the drill began, every single one of the kids in the middle school building would file into the hallways, there he was to announce the boss' plans and directions. The plans that The Boss wanted Marell to announce were that every student in the mdidle school building was to be isolated into groups of four, away from one another. After that was through, Marell was to wait in the teachers lounge for The Boss' call.
Meanwhile, in a different part of the school, in a dusty, old, moldy closet under the music room, a kid by the name of Noah ****erson was waking up from what seemed to be a long sleep. The funny thing was he couldn't remember anything about that morning, the even funnier thing was that he was in a room with three of the most popular girls in the school. There was Sarah Lowe, a pretty brunette in the seventh grade. Holly Masters, another pretty brunnette but she was a grade up and her boyfriend was one of Noahs' good friends, so she was off-limits. "It's funny how even after a boy has woken up and has no clue where he is or why he is there, they immediately think of girls, gah, oh well, I'm a teenager, I feel no shame." thought Noah to himself as he turned to inspect the last member of his little brigade. A brunette with perfect skin and amazing eyes that seemed to absorb everything you said and understand you completely, this was one of his very many exes', the only one that did not hate his guts.
"Where are we"?
"Oh, so you're up now are you sleeping beauty"? Holly said with a giggle.
"Haha, very funny, where are we?" He said as he turned around to take in the rest of his surroundings, which weren't much, just a moldy old closet with a mop and a few brooms, and the basketballs for the teams when their sports season came back around.
"I have no..."
"Hmm?" Noah turned to see why she hadn't finished her sentence, its because standing there in the doorway was a new arrival, a man dressed in all black with a black hankerchef covering his mouth and nose, leaving only his eyes visible to Noah. But that's all Noah needed to see, he would never forget those eyes, it all came flooding back to him, everything from this morning, the message on the board, the man in the black, and those eyes, those cold ruthless eyes. It was too much for Noah to handle. He fainted.
Noah woke to the sound of voices and the smell of cherry blossom perfume, it was like Heaven on Earth, he slowly opened his eyes to find himself on a cot in the same old moldy closet he had passed out in meerly hours ago. "So it had not been a dream." he thought to himself. He slowly closed his eyes, but opened them wide open again when he heard Holly giggling, when he opened them, she was standing over him like a little girl at Christmas, Noah did not understand why, until Sarah asked him if he had had a nice dream, Noah looked down and turned beet red. He had an erection. Then the man in the mask saved him, how ironic, by entering the room just as Sarah was about to say another comment.
"Group number 116, Sarah Lowe, Holly Masters, Alexa Mikel, and Noah ****erson, correct?" He continued to survey his clipboard, but glanced up when they did not immdeiately respond. They did not respond beause they were all standing around the one boy in the room. He drifted over to inspect what they were so absorbed in.
"Oh put it away." Marell said. "I'm sure these ladies don't want to see your manlyhood, and neither do I. Now go get changed."
Noah hopped out of the cot and ran as swiftly as he could behind the door to change.
"Make it quick would ya?" Marell asked Noah.
He stepped out a couple of minutes later looking spotless AND erectionless.
"Alright, all of you listen up, the boss sent me to explain a few things to you, though I don't know why." Marrell stated.
"Woo woo woo, whose this 'boss' man and why should I listen to you?" Noah bravely exclaimed.
"I have no clue who the boss is, and even if I did, I would not tell you. And if you interrupt me one more time, I will blow your brains off, got it punk?" Marrel scorned, clearly angered by Noah's bravery.
"Yes sir." Noah said in a hushed voice.
"Good, now the boss sent a few of my buddies and I to hold you guys here for a while, so just stay put and stay calm, and also, I should warn you, if you even attempt to flee the school, the boss has given me permission to finish you." With that, Marell left the room without another word.
Meanwhile, in a moving van outside the school, a ridiculously tall man in a grey suit was observing this particular room with keen interest.
"That boy will be great for The Counsel Games, as I have decided to call them."
"Yes, um, sir, about that." Said a small voice coming from an even smaller man. "What exactly are these games, and why are you doing them?"
"Sherman, these are games that will be used to test these young peoples strength, intellect, and courage. But most of all, it will test how far they would be willing to go to save eachother." With that he turned his attention to the next room Marell had gone to, and turned his back on Sherman.
They had not exactly given their hostages A-class accommodation, there were only three cots for them to sleep on, a pile of newspapers in the corner which they called a bathroom, and a door with a mail sized hole drilled into it for their food. Not exactly a penthouse suite. And there was no way I'm going to be able to escape, especially if I want to bring these girls with me. Noah thought to himself gloomily.
"Why are they keeping us here like animals?" Noah asked himself, directing his question more to himself than to the girls.
"Hush, Alexa is trying to sleep" said Holly as she drifted over toward Noah from the foot of Alexa's bed.
"Well, that man said the boss wanted us here for some type of games. Maybe we will play a big tournament of soccer or something." said Sarah as she joined them from her sleep.
"Sorry, but that man in the black did not strike me as the soccer type, and besides, why would they kidnap the whole school for some soccer game? No, it has to be something more important than that. Maybe we are on some reality T.V show, you know? Maybe they will test our skills and pay us?" Before Noah could go on any longer. A voice from the doorway said.
"Oh how wrong the both of you are." All three of the kids in the room nearly jumped out of their shoes, for a ginormous man with brown hair and a goatee that was neatly trimmed entered the room, he was wearing an expensive grey suit that you could tell was custom made for him. He must of been at least six feet tall, and he walked with the authority of a CEO at a bigshot company. He looked to be about thity years, but he walked with the confidence of a college kid.
"Hello, sorry to have startled you, but my name is Rodney, and I'm what you might call the 'boss' of this whole operation. But I'm afraid that is all I can tell you about my personal life. Now please, have a seat." He said with such power that you could tell was more of a demand than a request. "Can I have Marell get you anything?"
"We're fine" Noah managed to croak. With that, Rodney turned his attention to Noah.
"Ah the one boy in Room 116. I've seen you around before."
Noah was both startled and curious by what he had just said. But all he managed to ask was, "Why have you taken us hostage?"
"In good time, good time my young friend." Rodney exclaimed in a suprisingly high pitched voice. "For now, all I can say is get suited up in these." With that he threw four pairs of bathing suits, three bikinis and one set of swim trunks onto the bed. "And be ready in thiry minutes for Marell. You're about to get your first taste of The Counsel Games." With that he turned and closed the door behind him, it locked into place as soon as it swung close. Leaving the group to yet again wonder what was going on.
It was Monday again, time to start school after a fun weekend. "Why do they have to do this to us?", thought Chris to himself. But, there was something not right, and Chris could feel it in the air. It was almost a sense of dread yet also excitement. Oh well, forget it, it's going to be just another boring day at school. He passed through the doors to his school and glanced in every other classroom to check if anything was happening. No, of course ther wasn't anything that could actually be considered interesting. But, as he passed his classroom, he noticed something out of place, there was something written in red marker on the board. The reason this is odd is because one of his jobs on Friday afternoons is to clean the board before he leaves, he's sure no-one has been in it over the weekend. They must have written it in the morning. He steps into the classroom to check out the message, as it might be from the teacher, saying they have a substitute. A flurry of excitement runs through his chest at the possibility of a hopeless sub to make fun of the whole day, but as he takes that step into the class room, he stares at the message, making sure he's reading it okay. Maybe it's his eye, he never did get it fully fixed. The message read "No, this is not a joke".
"What the hell?". That was the last thought he had before he passed out. A man in full black ran over to make sure he was out cold, signalled the universal sign for okay at the figure of jesis Cheist over the board, and ran off through the door.
It had all worked out just as the boss had said it would when he had drawn up the plans with Marell in the tiny cofee shop, located in the outskirts of town. It was simple really, Marell was going to be given a fake identiy as Mr. Rogers, he was to enter the building as a subsitute pre-algebra teacher on Thursday, the same day the school was scheduled to have a tornado drill. When the drill began, every single one of the kids in the middle school building would file into the hallways, there he was to announce the boss' plans and directions. The plans that The Boss wanted Marell to announce were that every student in the mdidle school building was to be isolated into groups of four, away from one another. After that was through, Marell was to wait in the teachers lounge for The Boss' call.
Meanwhile, in a different part of the school, in a dusty, old, moldy closet under the music room, a kid by the name of Noah ****erson was waking up from what seemed to be a long sleep. The funny thing was he couldn't remember anything about that morning, the even funnier thing was that he was in a room with three of the most popular girls in the school. There was Sarah Lowe, a pretty brunette in the seventh grade. Holly Masters, another pretty brunnette but she was a grade up and her boyfriend was one of Noahs' good friends, so she was off-limits. "It's funny how even after a boy has woken up and has no clue where he is or why he is there, they immediately think of girls, gah, oh well, I'm a teenager, I feel no shame." thought Noah to himself as he turned to inspect the last member of his little brigade. A brunette with perfect skin and amazing eyes that seemed to absorb everything you said and understand you completely, this was one of his very many exes', the only one that did not hate his guts.
"Where are we"?
"Oh, so you're up now are you sleeping beauty"? Holly said with a giggle.
"Haha, very funny, where are we?" He said as he turned around to take in the rest of his surroundings, which weren't much, just a moldy old closet with a mop and a few brooms, and the basketballs for the teams when their sports season came back around.
"I have no..."
"Hmm?" Noah turned to see why she hadn't finished her sentence, its because standing there in the doorway was a new arrival, a man dressed in all black with a black hankerchef covering his mouth and nose, leaving only his eyes visible to Noah. But that's all Noah needed to see, he would never forget those eyes, it all came flooding back to him, everything from this morning, the message on the board, the man in the black, and those eyes, those cold ruthless eyes. It was too much for Noah to handle. He fainted.
Noah woke to the sound of voices and the smell of cherry blossom perfume, it was like Heaven on Earth, he slowly opened his eyes to find himself on a cot in the same old moldy closet he had passed out in meerly hours ago. "So it had not been a dream." he thought to himself. He slowly closed his eyes, but opened them wide open again when he heard Holly giggling, when he opened them, she was standing over him like a little girl at Christmas, Noah did not understand why, until Sarah asked him if he had had a nice dream, Noah looked down and turned beet red. He had an erection. Then the man in the mask saved him, how ironic, by entering the room just as Sarah was about to say another comment.
"Group number 116, Sarah Lowe, Holly Masters, Alexa Mikel, and Noah ****erson, correct?" He continued to survey his clipboard, but glanced up when they did not immdeiately respond. They did not respond beause they were all standing around the one boy in the room. He drifted over to inspect what they were so absorbed in.
"Oh put it away." Marell said. "I'm sure these ladies don't want to see your manlyhood, and neither do I. Now go get changed."
Noah hopped out of the cot and ran as swiftly as he could behind the door to change.
"Make it quick would ya?" Marell asked Noah.
He stepped out a couple of minutes later looking spotless AND erectionless.
"Alright, all of you listen up, the boss sent me to explain a few things to you, though I don't know why." Marrell stated.
"Woo woo woo, whose this 'boss' man and why should I listen to you?" Noah bravely exclaimed.
"I have no clue who the boss is, and even if I did, I would not tell you. And if you interrupt me one more time, I will blow your brains off, got it punk?" Marrel scorned, clearly angered by Noah's bravery.
"Yes sir." Noah said in a hushed voice.
"Good, now the boss sent a few of my buddies and I to hold you guys here for a while, so just stay put and stay calm, and also, I should warn you, if you even attempt to flee the school, the boss has given me permission to finish you." With that, Marell left the room without another word.
Meanwhile, in a moving van outside the school, a ridiculously tall man in a grey suit was observing this particular room with keen interest.
"That boy will be great for The Counsel Games, as I have decided to call them."
"Yes, um, sir, about that." Said a small voice coming from an even smaller man. "What exactly are these games, and why are you doing them?"
"Sherman, these are games that will be used to test these young peoples strength, intellect, and courage. But most of all, it will test how far they would be willing to go to save eachother." With that he turned his attention to the next room Marell had gone to, and turned his back on Sherman.
They had not exactly given their hostages A-class accommodation, there were only three cots for them to sleep on, a pile of newspapers in the corner which they called a bathroom, and a door with a mail sized hole drilled into it for their food. Not exactly a penthouse suite. And there was no way I'm going to be able to escape, especially if I want to bring these girls with me. Noah thought to himself gloomily.
"Why are they keeping us here like animals?" Noah asked himself, directing his question more to himself than to the girls.
"Hush, Alexa is trying to sleep" said Holly as she drifted over toward Noah from the foot of Alexa's bed.
"Well, that man said the boss wanted us here for some type of games. Maybe we will play a big tournament of soccer or something." said Sarah as she joined them from her sleep.
"Sorry, but that man in the black did not strike me as the soccer type, and besides, why would they kidnap the whole school for some soccer game? No, it has to be something more important than that. Maybe we are on some reality T.V show, you know? Maybe they will test our skills and pay us?" Before Noah could go on any longer. A voice from the doorway said.
"Oh how wrong the both of you are." All three of the kids in the room nearly jumped out of their shoes, for a ginormous man with brown hair and a goatee that was neatly trimmed entered the room, he was wearing an expensive grey suit that you could tell was custom made for him. He must of been at least six feet tall, and he walked with the authority of a CEO at a bigshot company. He looked to be about thity years, but he walked with the confidence of a college kid.
"Hello, sorry to have startled you, but my name is Rodney, and I'm what you might call the 'boss' of this whole operation. But I'm afraid that is all I can tell you about my personal life. Now please, have a seat." He said with such power that you could tell was more of a demand than a request. "Can I have Marell get you anything?"
"We're fine" Noah managed to croak. With that, Rodney turned his attention to Noah.
"Ah the one boy in Room 116. I've seen you around before."
Noah was both startled and curious by what he had just said. But all he managed to ask was, "Why have you taken us hostage?"
"In good time, good time my young friend." Rodney exclaimed in a suprisingly high pitched voice. "For now, all I can say is get suited up in these." With that he threw four pairs of bathing suits, three bikinis and one set of swim trunks onto the bed. "And be ready in thiry minutes for Marell. You're about to get your first taste of The Counsel Games." With that he turned and closed the door behind him, it locked into place as soon as it swung close. Leaving the group to yet again wonder what was going on.