Revenge in Chains [Private]
The world was silent. The only sound she knew was a thumping noise. Over and over it rang. Like a drum, it was constant. The beating telling a story of something she knew...something that was so familiar. Desperately trying to reach for consciousness, it came to her. It meant life. That beating was the sound of her life continuing. But that drew on the matter of how...how did she live? There was an attack, she could remember. It was like a mauling. Claws and teeth, flashes of blood and bone. She swore she was dead...she had to be. That was when Dawn awoke.
It took a moment for her eyes to flutter and notice there was light. Beating and light? She had to be alive. But then came another terrifying realization of where she was. Last night she was at home, resting in her front room. Her mind solely on the television show on. It had been about a group of people bidding for storage units. Heaven knows why Dawn found it entertaining. Still, the appearingly realistic drama made her feel slightly at ease. That was until another sound was heard. It was strange at that time of night to get a knock at the door, but that's what it was. Dawn, a rather level headed young girl, had known better than to answer the door at that hour. Instead she turned down the volume of her television and wait it out. There was another knock, then silence. She felt no ease at the current calm. Something was wrong and she could feel it in her bones. With this thought in mind, the young woman scurried away to the kitchen and grabbed a meat knife. Yet, with her back turned to the rest of the house, she heard a crash. It made her hair stand on end and caused the young maiden to flip around and peer behind her. Something was there, something evil. There was no time until a dark stooped figure appeared running towards her. Her weaponed hand was flinging left and right, trying to do as much damage as possible; however, that's when everything went black.
Yet, here she was, chained to a stump under a tent. "Where am I?" She murmured under her breath.
Oh! My God!...I'm BLACK!
The cold little mist air started to round in, and through the thick and dense forest. At the river, the stream flowed through on the edge of the bank. A shadowy figure appeared from the forest shadows. It slowly moved closer to the edge of the bank river until, a deer popped out. It was cautious and afraid, stopping to look around know that something or someone was watching it.
Mark's cold sharp bright blue eyes showed through the bushes on the other side of the bank. He's eyes glued to ever movement the deer makes until it made a opening. He moved quietly from the bushes and into the shadows. He could hear he heartbeat pumping through he's inter body, as he got closer to the deer. He stacked swiftly and quietly with ever step he made, making sure every movement counted and left no trase. He's heart beating louder and louder like war drums beating on the battlefield. As Mark swiped across the forest to he's prey, the thought of the deer's death came to mind over and over again in he's head like a video on repeat. The feel of deer's neck snapping like fine twig, blood flowing from it's neck, and the smell of a fresh kill. In seconds that was want happened the deer neck gripped tight in Mark's hands. The look of a animal raged from with in him for a brief minute. Mark turned and look into the calm still water of the steam seeing he's reflection, he took a knee plopping dropped the deer down next to him. He saw the beast in side him the anger, the rage, the pain, and more all floating to the surface. "Eh-eh!" In flash Mark yelled and punched the water. "Why? Why? Why? Me!" Mark murmured to himself, as he took he's hand from the water and placed it onto he's face the cold wet water dripped down he's arm. Mark slowly wipes he's face, pulling he's hand away he looking at the cut on the glove palm where the woman had slashed him at. If he did not have the curse he'd have half a hand, and be die now from where the woman slashed him at, but all they did was leave small paper cuts. He then decide to wash up and wipe the blood off the coat.
A few minutes later, Mark made it back to camp with the deer and a few rabbits. He began to start skinning them when heard the woman start to wake up from the blow he gave her earlier. He continued to on work on the skinning the animals so he could quickly them cook, and store them away for later meals. As the woman finish awake up he heard here started chopping the meat. "The wilderness!" he yell in reply to her question. "Your far away from anyone and all civilization, there's no phones, no roads, and no body to come and get you!" He yelled out loud to prove a point to the woman in the tent.
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Dawn lay in a slight daze. This new environment seemed to strange to her. Had she the strength, she would have risen from this spot and try to fight the bonds; however,the girl found herself weak. Perhaps it was from the battle last night or malnutrition, either way, she felt so...sleepy. Her eyes would have closed had she not heard a voice. It seemed strange and completely unfamiliar. "Come get me...?" She quietly repeated to herself. Her attention finally holding long enough onto reality to struggle onto her knees. "Who...who are you?" She paused for a brief moment before nervously adding, "Why...why am I here? Are you one of those crazies I've watched in the news?" Dawn paused again to hear the sound of the blade chopping meat and hitting a wooden block. "You're not gonna cut me up, are you? I'll fight ya. I will! Just don't even dare! I'm vicious!" The girl hissed as she shifted in her spot uncomfortably.
Oh! My God!...I'm BLACK!
Mark arrogantly smirked at what the girl said as the thought of their last fight came to mind. "Oh! I know you can fight!" he murmured under he's breath as he looks at he's hand and chest. He walks toward the camp fire with the chopped meat in hand. Mark places the meat to a pot that is over the fire. "You know its people like you that watch everything on T.V., and their the crazy ones." Mark grabs a fold out stall and sits next the camp fire and starts to mix the meat in the stew pot. "But the way I see it, its you that is the crazy one here don't you think? Not knowing the true real world!" he angrily spook as he remembered the so called people that know what crazy was as they hunted him down for being what he is.
"Come on! It out there!" said a figure to a large group of people in the mid of the night. As they hunted him down in the dark forest woods. He was in he's teens when he was cursed, and locked up like a cage animal by he's on family. He's only chance to escape was when he's sister helped on chain him. On the run from home he scared the towns people. And them not know it was him they thought to make it a game sport out of it. From there fear of not knowing that the boy that helped and befriend them was the one they were hunting. Mark ran as fast as he could from the group of hunters, until he had to stop by edge of a cliff. "Ha! Hows over there!" One of the hunter was close to Mark the fear of having to be killed like a animal or worries being cage like a one again.
*Click* *Click* branches broke behind him turn quickly flames for torch pass in front of he's face. It made him step back a step which almost made him fall over the edge. He look and saw someone he never would thought could hurt him. He's best friend the guy he to punches and pain when he needed the most was pointing a gun at point "Over Here!" the boy yell in nervous voice. Mark stared at him in stock to see him. He stepped forward a little "Don't move monster!" the boy yelled as word "Monster!" echoed though Mark's head. He see a man with a rifle same one from earlier he points the rifle at Mark knowing he's friend was in the way. "ROAR-R" He snapped and changed in front of the boy, him being scared of marks roar he pulled the trigger *Bang* as the gun went off, and missing him but the bullet from the hunter hit Mark's shoulder. Mark as he flings he's arm and sends he's friend flying into the a bush. As that happened the torch falls and start a small fire in front of him. With the hunters coming, him wounded, and the fire growing larger he the man's face the same man the was the father of the girl he took. They both hear the group of people running toward there way. At that moment, Mark turns and run to the cliff edge just as the man turns back to take another shot. Mark jumps and falls into river and floats off. He's mind back and focus on the now he stands as start to walk to the tent and opens the flap door. Mark reaches in trying to grab the girl and pull her out the tent to the fire.
Dawn didn't take a single second to bark back, "You have a young woman chained in a tent in the middle of nowhere and I'm the crazy one?" Under her breath, the girl muttered to herself, "I should have trusted mother when she said there would be men like this." While her and her mother never had a good relationship, she at least did try to give her some advice, however vulgar and demeaning the deliverance.
When the man appeared in the ten, the woman wrestled on the spot so that she could move her body to throw her hands at him in scratch like methods. That was at least one good thing that came from her attention given to her nails: they were long enough to try and leave a mark. Yet, to Dawn's dismay, she was unable to lay a single hit. Instead, the girl was simply taken from the tent and placed outside by the fire. It seemed easy enough to assume that this was certainly not the spot she wanted to be. "Why me? Why did you take me?" She roared, angry as can be.
Oh! My God!...I'm BLACK!
Mark stopped, turned and gave a grim stare at the girl, "You don't... need to know why? You just need to be a good girl and do what I say!" he said calmly as he leaned forward to have both he's and her eye meet, "Or why don't I, be the so called man that your mother told you about?" In a flash Mark grabs the girl by the elbows, "Maybe I should be like the men on one of thous T.V. shows, where the pretty girl dies after being rapped to death, is that it?" He roared, angrily as quickly and violently pinned the girl do to the ground. As girl screamed and yelled straggling with all her might be let go.
Mark stopped and stares eye to eye, and watched the girl's fear in her eyes bloom. He held her tightly in he's hands to keep her from straggling to much, "So tell me what should I do? Eh!" he mutters as whispers to the girl.