Hellhouse Rock
Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2018 6:55 pm
'When will you release me,' the girl asked the man, 'you know you must release me, or for God's sake please let them know I'm alright.'
'You know what I want,' the man replied calmly.
'But I can never give you that.'
'You could... you're just not trying hard enough,' the man said, becoming frustrated.
'Mr. Clegg, Fred, please, let me go and I will never say a word ab-...'
'I can't trust you anymore.'
'At least let me go outside, into the sunshine,' the girl pleaded with the man. But he ignored her, and with that he got up to leave.
'Goodbye Miranda.'
'No! Don't leave me here! Please what you're doing, this isn't love! You must understand that! You must understand that...'
But the man was gone, and once again the girl was alone, in the cellar that had been her prison for almost one month and counting.
***
Miranda Grey (Female Student No. 24) was angry. She was angry at herself for going on the school trip, she was angry at her school's administration for providing her and her classmates with such lax security on the plane, she was angry at her classmates for participating in such a wretched game, and most of all, she was angry at Mr. Danya and his totalitarian terrorist regime. If she could have, Miranda would have likely used her supplied weapon, a chinese fighter sword, to tear the bastard limb from limb. And that was saying something, because, being a Buddhist since the age of twelve, she severely believed in the sacredness of all living things. Mr. Danya however, she deduced, could not possibly have a soul, so killing him would scarcely be of the same calibre as killing say, an innocent buttefly, or god forbid another human being. Soul or not, she was willing to compromise her values in this case.
She had desperately hoped to- find a familiar face, a friend to spend her last days with, but so far, her search had been futile. Most of her friends were dead now... she had learned that through the announcements. It just made her hate those bastards more. Being the fighter that she was, Miranda did not plan on dying. If she had anything to say in the matter, she would live forever, or at least well into her ripe years.
If only she could find Eddie Serjeantson... sure they hadn't even really spoken since all that had happened the summer before their freshman year, but he was the only one that she had ever felt truly safe with. Not even her parents had given her the secure feeling that Eddie gave her whenever he was around. She had been searching for hours in vain, for anyone, Eddie or otherwise, a search which had all culminated in her arrival here, at the spot where she now stood, in front of the dilapited school building. If she had noticed the severed head only several feet away, obscured by the dense foliage she would have no doubt turned around and ran screaming in the opposite direction, but she did not, so instead Miranda made her was up the steps and through the open door.
The hall was devoid of life, but this had not always been so, the place looked as though a hurricane had hit it. Opening the door to her left, she screamed as three bodies toppled onto her, two of which lacked sizeable chunks of their heads, and whom she would have otherwise known to be Tayli Vreeland and Naoji Hideyoshi. She screamed in bloodcurdling agony. Where in the hell was her knight in shining armour? She scrambled out from underneath the only recognizable corpse, which she identified as the religous zealot, Uriel Hunter, and feebly attempted to retreat in the direction from which she had came.
'You know what I want,' the man replied calmly.
'But I can never give you that.'
'You could... you're just not trying hard enough,' the man said, becoming frustrated.
'Mr. Clegg, Fred, please, let me go and I will never say a word ab-...'
'I can't trust you anymore.'
'At least let me go outside, into the sunshine,' the girl pleaded with the man. But he ignored her, and with that he got up to leave.
'Goodbye Miranda.'
'No! Don't leave me here! Please what you're doing, this isn't love! You must understand that! You must understand that...'
But the man was gone, and once again the girl was alone, in the cellar that had been her prison for almost one month and counting.
***
Miranda Grey (Female Student No. 24) was angry. She was angry at herself for going on the school trip, she was angry at her school's administration for providing her and her classmates with such lax security on the plane, she was angry at her classmates for participating in such a wretched game, and most of all, she was angry at Mr. Danya and his totalitarian terrorist regime. If she could have, Miranda would have likely used her supplied weapon, a chinese fighter sword, to tear the bastard limb from limb. And that was saying something, because, being a Buddhist since the age of twelve, she severely believed in the sacredness of all living things. Mr. Danya however, she deduced, could not possibly have a soul, so killing him would scarcely be of the same calibre as killing say, an innocent buttefly, or god forbid another human being. Soul or not, she was willing to compromise her values in this case.
She had desperately hoped to- find a familiar face, a friend to spend her last days with, but so far, her search had been futile. Most of her friends were dead now... she had learned that through the announcements. It just made her hate those bastards more. Being the fighter that she was, Miranda did not plan on dying. If she had anything to say in the matter, she would live forever, or at least well into her ripe years.
If only she could find Eddie Serjeantson... sure they hadn't even really spoken since all that had happened the summer before their freshman year, but he was the only one that she had ever felt truly safe with. Not even her parents had given her the secure feeling that Eddie gave her whenever he was around. She had been searching for hours in vain, for anyone, Eddie or otherwise, a search which had all culminated in her arrival here, at the spot where she now stood, in front of the dilapited school building. If she had noticed the severed head only several feet away, obscured by the dense foliage she would have no doubt turned around and ran screaming in the opposite direction, but she did not, so instead Miranda made her was up the steps and through the open door.
The hall was devoid of life, but this had not always been so, the place looked as though a hurricane had hit it. Opening the door to her left, she screamed as three bodies toppled onto her, two of which lacked sizeable chunks of their heads, and whom she would have otherwise known to be Tayli Vreeland and Naoji Hideyoshi. She screamed in bloodcurdling agony. Where in the hell was her knight in shining armour? She scrambled out from underneath the only recognizable corpse, which she identified as the religous zealot, Uriel Hunter, and feebly attempted to retreat in the direction from which she had came.