Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Prisoner in his world ❯ In the begining ( Chapter 3 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: sikaria 
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Suspense / Psychological | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.24.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 324 | Status: Work In Progress
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Suspense / Psychological | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.24.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 324 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I own it all characters, plot, everything.
4: In the beginning.
was dark. What kind? Well the kind of dark were you're just running away.
type of dark that haunts your nightmares. The type that never sleeps, and doesn't go away even if you are conscious. No! not even if you're awake.
's the kind of darkness that I was in, and thus reflecting, on what you might ask How did I get to be where I am?
"Leon!! What happened?!" Morgan's mother cried while helping her husband rush a bloody and beat up man up the stairs. Caroline go get the medicine kit and bring me a sterile knife. Hurry! Said Leon.
walked into the room his wife right behind him, outside in the living room a little girl sat horrified on the couch. Not knowing what to do, she waited.
waited for what seemed an eternity of screaming and her mother running in and our the room, till finally her ears became numb to the sound and out of exhaustion or will, silence fell upon the girl. Several hours passed before she felt a warm and heavy hand on her arm.
father stood only inches from her face and there it was. Traces, evidence, hard work. On his face was the silent explanation of what had happened. The first thing she noticed was blood and who wouldn't, it was all over. Little specks on his face but the whole river in his shirt and arms.
was relived cause she knew the blood didn't belong to her father still, her uncle didn't deserve this either. Another look at the man and she gasped. Her fathers face was dirty because of the blood and dirt were the trail of tears he had on his cheeks.
hurt her the most was that she noticed her father forcing himself to give her a loving look. It was as if he had died and all that was left is anger and sorrow as if there wasn't any room left for love in his heart anymore.
"Morgan, honey, are you with me? Did you hear me? Morgan!?" he couldn't wake he girl up from her thoughts. All of the sudden a warm hand touched her cheek and all train of thought was gone. "Mama?" she asked unaware that her father was there
"Honey did you listen to your father?" her mother asked knowing very well what the answer was. "Morgan, uncle Alex is dead. We did every thing we could, but we couldn't saver him. Morgan I, I'm sorry" with that said her father stood up and left.
"Daddy don't worry I forgive you" Morgan whispered.
later~*~*~
man stood triumphant over the other, arms opened wide and his now teenage daughter running towards him.
did they both know that they were being observed by a hungry tiger, but this was no ordinary savage beast, no, he was quite aware of his surroundings. Just then he turned around and left.
'He and she are not ready' was all his mind said since his heart had already memorized its targets.
Flashback~*~*~
's POV
state of being, or feeling secure; freedom from fear, anxiety, danger, doubt, etc. State or sense safety or certainty. Exactly what I was thinking. No, not right now but at one time in my life I did feel secure.
funny because right now the only thing that comes to my mind is how did I Morgan Elle ended up in my worst nightmare.
was cute actually, not Brad Pitt cute but more of a Hugh Grant cute. Not body building muscular but lean muscular. I saw him one winter morning at the park sitting on a bench alone, cold, and completely fragile I thought he would break (well not break).
sat next to him shy and quiet, like a little girl that wants to meet a new friend but would never dare talk to the person.
literally flinched when I put my coat on his shoulders. "What are you doing?" he said. "Nothing! Its just that just that I you're cold I can see you shivering and well I'm sorry I'll" just before little miss stutter could get up a hand grabbed her. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to be rude is just that its not every day that someone offers you their coat knowing that they are going to be cold" he finished with a smile Oh that smile, right then and there I forgot I was cold and also flashed a very awkward and shyer smile.
seemed like a nice person just a little, left alone. "What's your name?" "Morgan and yours?" I answered but just as the words left my mouth his face grew hard just then a gun shot was heard and then another soon a full bloom ammo exchange was going on.
"Its not safe come with me" he said just then I saw something I didn't want to see since it was the same thing that killed my uncle. But it was the only thing keeping me from being killed myself.human shield that's what it was. A gun at front, followed by the most brave young man I've ever seen, and then me, scared, fragile, little Morgan.
should've learned when I had the chance but my uncles death had left me so scared that never in my life had I wanted to see another gun. But hey, now it was the difference between me dead and me alive.
was giving it all he had till suddenly he grabbed me and started running. I don't know where we were running to, all I know is that I found myself embraced and comforted by this man I had never seen in my life, but still, I felt safe and the funny thing is that I didn't even know his name.
held on tightly as if my life depended on this mans embrace and surprisingly enough he embraced me back. We stayed like that for hours in my mind but in real time just moments.
offered his hand and I took it. I never looked back.
"hey where do you live?" he asked
"huh?" the only coherent thought I could find
"let me take you home, okay? If you want maybe we can see each other tomorrow and really get to know each other?" he stared into my eyes, so deeply, it was intense as he walked me home I couldn't help but wonder where in the hell was I that got me such a wonderful prize for a moment we stopped walking and right then and there I did the last thing that I thought I would do with a complete stranger but hey, you only live once (yeah if I had known then what I know now)
stared back at his eyes and did my best to look for the answers I was looking for: who are you? What do you want? Are you going to be here? Do you like me? Am I stupid for trusting you? Will I ever see you? God how much I want you do you feel the same? After this question I decided that I wasn't going to sit around for the answer so I did what any female that liked a guy would do.
took his face in my hands, lowered him to my level, I could feel his breath on my lips and the moisture from both our breaths combined into one as I took his lips into mine begging for entrance with my tongue I don't know what went through his mind but as soon as that access was granted, ooh god, I couldn't stop.
sweet tongue was all I felt exploring me trying to find unity in both our movements. Oh how I will never forget that kiss and the person who I shared it with.
special, so intimate. As I left his mouth (much to his and mine reluctance) a small moan was heard escaping his lips. Go figure!
"Great, this is me so I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" I asked
"Yeah sure can it be at this same time?"
"Okay. Um hey, you know my name but I still don't know yours?"
"Eli".
I am so sorry this took so long to get out I was dealing with some very strong emotional problems and with moving and everything it wasn't good. Well I guess that's it for now but I hope to have a chapter soon enough but I need to start writing it so give me a couple of weeks since my trimester is just starting.
anyway
4: In the beginning.
was dark. What kind? Well the kind of dark were you're just running away.
type of dark that haunts your nightmares. The type that never sleeps, and doesn't go away even if you are conscious. No! not even if you're awake.
's the kind of darkness that I was in, and thus reflecting, on what you might ask How did I get to be where I am?
"Leon!! What happened?!" Morgan's mother cried while helping her husband rush a bloody and beat up man up the stairs. Caroline go get the medicine kit and bring me a sterile knife. Hurry! Said Leon.
walked into the room his wife right behind him, outside in the living room a little girl sat horrified on the couch. Not knowing what to do, she waited.
waited for what seemed an eternity of screaming and her mother running in and our the room, till finally her ears became numb to the sound and out of exhaustion or will, silence fell upon the girl. Several hours passed before she felt a warm and heavy hand on her arm.
father stood only inches from her face and there it was. Traces, evidence, hard work. On his face was the silent explanation of what had happened. The first thing she noticed was blood and who wouldn't, it was all over. Little specks on his face but the whole river in his shirt and arms.
was relived cause she knew the blood didn't belong to her father still, her uncle didn't deserve this either. Another look at the man and she gasped. Her fathers face was dirty because of the blood and dirt were the trail of tears he had on his cheeks.
hurt her the most was that she noticed her father forcing himself to give her a loving look. It was as if he had died and all that was left is anger and sorrow as if there wasn't any room left for love in his heart anymore.
"Morgan, honey, are you with me? Did you hear me? Morgan!?" he couldn't wake he girl up from her thoughts. All of the sudden a warm hand touched her cheek and all train of thought was gone. "Mama?" she asked unaware that her father was there
"Honey did you listen to your father?" her mother asked knowing very well what the answer was. "Morgan, uncle Alex is dead. We did every thing we could, but we couldn't saver him. Morgan I, I'm sorry" with that said her father stood up and left.
"Daddy don't worry I forgive you" Morgan whispered.
later~*~*~
man stood triumphant over the other, arms opened wide and his now teenage daughter running towards him.
did they both know that they were being observed by a hungry tiger, but this was no ordinary savage beast, no, he was quite aware of his surroundings. Just then he turned around and left.
'He and she are not ready' was all his mind said since his heart had already memorized its targets.
Flashback~*~*~
's POV
state of being, or feeling secure; freedom from fear, anxiety, danger, doubt, etc. State or sense safety or certainty. Exactly what I was thinking. No, not right now but at one time in my life I did feel secure.
funny because right now the only thing that comes to my mind is how did I Morgan Elle ended up in my worst nightmare.
was cute actually, not Brad Pitt cute but more of a Hugh Grant cute. Not body building muscular but lean muscular. I saw him one winter morning at the park sitting on a bench alone, cold, and completely fragile I thought he would break (well not break).
sat next to him shy and quiet, like a little girl that wants to meet a new friend but would never dare talk to the person.
literally flinched when I put my coat on his shoulders. "What are you doing?" he said. "Nothing! Its just that just that I you're cold I can see you shivering and well I'm sorry I'll" just before little miss stutter could get up a hand grabbed her. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to be rude is just that its not every day that someone offers you their coat knowing that they are going to be cold" he finished with a smile Oh that smile, right then and there I forgot I was cold and also flashed a very awkward and shyer smile.
seemed like a nice person just a little, left alone. "What's your name?" "Morgan and yours?" I answered but just as the words left my mouth his face grew hard just then a gun shot was heard and then another soon a full bloom ammo exchange was going on.
"Its not safe come with me" he said just then I saw something I didn't want to see since it was the same thing that killed my uncle. But it was the only thing keeping me from being killed myself.human shield that's what it was. A gun at front, followed by the most brave young man I've ever seen, and then me, scared, fragile, little Morgan.
should've learned when I had the chance but my uncles death had left me so scared that never in my life had I wanted to see another gun. But hey, now it was the difference between me dead and me alive.
was giving it all he had till suddenly he grabbed me and started running. I don't know where we were running to, all I know is that I found myself embraced and comforted by this man I had never seen in my life, but still, I felt safe and the funny thing is that I didn't even know his name.
held on tightly as if my life depended on this mans embrace and surprisingly enough he embraced me back. We stayed like that for hours in my mind but in real time just moments.
offered his hand and I took it. I never looked back.
"hey where do you live?" he asked
"huh?" the only coherent thought I could find
"let me take you home, okay? If you want maybe we can see each other tomorrow and really get to know each other?" he stared into my eyes, so deeply, it was intense as he walked me home I couldn't help but wonder where in the hell was I that got me such a wonderful prize for a moment we stopped walking and right then and there I did the last thing that I thought I would do with a complete stranger but hey, you only live once (yeah if I had known then what I know now)
stared back at his eyes and did my best to look for the answers I was looking for: who are you? What do you want? Are you going to be here? Do you like me? Am I stupid for trusting you? Will I ever see you? God how much I want you do you feel the same? After this question I decided that I wasn't going to sit around for the answer so I did what any female that liked a guy would do.
took his face in my hands, lowered him to my level, I could feel his breath on my lips and the moisture from both our breaths combined into one as I took his lips into mine begging for entrance with my tongue I don't know what went through his mind but as soon as that access was granted, ooh god, I couldn't stop.
sweet tongue was all I felt exploring me trying to find unity in both our movements. Oh how I will never forget that kiss and the person who I shared it with.
special, so intimate. As I left his mouth (much to his and mine reluctance) a small moan was heard escaping his lips. Go figure!
"Great, this is me so I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" I asked
"Yeah sure can it be at this same time?"
"Okay. Um hey, you know my name but I still don't know yours?"
"Eli".
I am so sorry this took so long to get out I was dealing with some very strong emotional problems and with moving and everything it wasn't good. Well I guess that's it for now but I hope to have a chapter soon enough but I need to start writing it so give me a couple of weeks since my trimester is just starting.
anyway