Paranormals: A serial story thing
Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 12:02 pm
This is something I've been working on. I figured this would be the best place to show it off. It has nothing to do with Umlaut House, but it is raunchy and filled with swears, so it ought to fit right in here. Enjoy!
Paranormals: Part One
The road was, in all fairness, not that different from any other deserted road. There cracks, sure enough, but it was a long way from falling into a state of disrepair. It curved around the mountainside with a metal rail that would attempt to prevent cars and people from falling off of the edge, although seeing as how cars could easily break through the rail, its effectiveness was obviously limited.
Anyway, on a day of no particular significance, someone was using that road. That someone was a lioness, driving a mauve-colored convertible in a casual manner. She was leaning back in her seat, her right hand loosely gripping the wheel, her left arm hanging out of the open window, the fur on it ruffling in the breeze. She was dressed in a tied-off black t-shirt and khakis, complete with a leather belt and brown, high-topped, hiking boots. Her eyes were clearly unfocused, and she seemed to be concentrating on singing a tune almost as much as she was on driving.
Her voice rang out, clear as day, not the voice of one of those idiot valleygirls that will not fucking shut up for one second, but a slightly deeper one, one of a girl who knows what she’s doing. “Because when it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love, you’ll understand what I mean when I say there’s no way we’re gonna give up!” Whether she actually did know is currently up for debate. Her head bobbed up and down with the beat as she turned the corner. “And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dre-eams! Is there anyone out there cause it’s getting harder and harder to FUCK!”
As you may have already guessed, that last word was not part of the song, but rather an exclamation at the wolf who was revealed to be walking in the path of the car, formerly hidden by the rock wall. The lioness panicked and swerved to the left, which was unfortunately the direction of the rail separating the road from the dizzyingly high chasm. The car rushed over the edge and fell towards the forested area about a thousand feet below.
The wolf ran to the edge of the road, quite shaken by what had just happened. His ears were pinned back flat against his head, and his red pince-nez sunglasses were in danger of sliding off his face. His fur was a rich mahogany color, with maroon-colored hair. He wore no shirt and canvas trousers, with black zippered boots. He looked over the edge at the explosion and forest fire that the car had left as its final legacy. “Crap oh crap oh crap oh crap oh-” He looked down and saw the lioness clinging to the craggy face of rock, looking irritated. “-crap.”
The lioness looked up and frowned. “Don’t just stand there, you retard, help me up!” The wolf kneeled and extended his hand, which the lioness grasped tightly as she climbed up the rock face. He grunted at the strain of the lioness’s weight, although he wasn’t sure that mentioning it to her was the best thing to do in this circumstance. After what seemed like an eternity later, she emerged from the cliff face and gave him a firm hug. Considering that his head was burrowed firmly into her cleavage, it seemed like a nice reward.
Too bad it didn’t last long. Almost immediately after the hug began, the lioness kneed the wolf in the groin, sending him too his knees once again. She gestured at the crash site with a glare and a snarl. “That was a Corvette, you idiot! How the hell do you think you’re going to pay for that?”
The wolf looked up shakily with tears streaming from his eyes. His hands were reflexively clutching his damaged goods. “You’re… welcome. I’m sorry… about the accident.”
The lioness looked as though she was about to yell something else, but her shoulders slumped and her facial features drooped in a resigned manner. “Ah, hell.” She helped the wolf up and gave him a slight scratching on the back of his neck. “I know it’s not your fault, but still, that car was a gift from my ex. It was very important to me.”
The wolf blinked. “Well, if this guy was so important to you, why’d you break up with him?”
The lioness looked forlorn, and let her head droop. “He died. That kinda kills off the possibility of romance.”
The wolf nodded. “I see. Not a necrophiliac, then?”
The lioness glared at him, and he backed up a step, smiled nervously, and put his hands up in defense. “Ah heh heh heh. Guess not.”
The lioness sighed and walked down the road in the direction she was traveling. She managed to get about a quarter of a mile before she heard the wolf running after her. “Wait!” he yelled, panting as he slowed to walking distance alongside her. “I really feel bad about your car. Isn’t there anything I can do to make it up for you?”
The lioness continued walking and giving the wolf the cold shoulder. “You’d have to buy me a new car, at least as good as my old one.”
The wolf looked enthusiastic about the prospect. “Yes! I’ll do it!”
The lioness looked at him out of the corner of her eye. “You promise?”
The wolf nodded vigorously. “Cross my heart and hope to cease living!”
The lioness smiled and reached into her pocket. As quick as a flash she produced a pair of handcuffs, and before the wolf could stop her, they were securely fastened around her right wrist and his left wrist. The wolf looked apprehensive. “What the?”
The lioness looked at him with a big grin. “Just making sure you’re not full of shit.”
“I dunno, babe. This seems a little excessive.”
“Yeah, it would be if I trusted you. And don’t call me babe.”
They had almost mad it to the end of the road, and could see a small diner at the end. “Is this where you were heading?” asked the wolf.
“No, but I guess I could use some food.”
“Yeah, and I gotta take a piss.”
The lioness frowned at his crude words, then sighed. “You do realize that these handcuffs are not coming off in there?”
The wolf’s eyes widened, aroused by a thought that would make most males blush. “So you would be in there, watching me empty my pee sack?”
The lioness’s ears flattened against her head, and she gave the wolf another sidewards glare. “I’ll be averting my eyes, you freak.”
The wolf chuckled and began to stroke her handcuffed hand. “Hey, I thought we weren’t going to call each other names?”
The lioness pulled her hand away gently. “Well, what should I call you?”
“Tobias Boon.”
“Rebecca Cassat.”
To be continued
Paranormals: Part One
The road was, in all fairness, not that different from any other deserted road. There cracks, sure enough, but it was a long way from falling into a state of disrepair. It curved around the mountainside with a metal rail that would attempt to prevent cars and people from falling off of the edge, although seeing as how cars could easily break through the rail, its effectiveness was obviously limited.
Anyway, on a day of no particular significance, someone was using that road. That someone was a lioness, driving a mauve-colored convertible in a casual manner. She was leaning back in her seat, her right hand loosely gripping the wheel, her left arm hanging out of the open window, the fur on it ruffling in the breeze. She was dressed in a tied-off black t-shirt and khakis, complete with a leather belt and brown, high-topped, hiking boots. Her eyes were clearly unfocused, and she seemed to be concentrating on singing a tune almost as much as she was on driving.
Her voice rang out, clear as day, not the voice of one of those idiot valleygirls that will not fucking shut up for one second, but a slightly deeper one, one of a girl who knows what she’s doing. “Because when it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love, you’ll understand what I mean when I say there’s no way we’re gonna give up!” Whether she actually did know is currently up for debate. Her head bobbed up and down with the beat as she turned the corner. “And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dre-eams! Is there anyone out there cause it’s getting harder and harder to FUCK!”
As you may have already guessed, that last word was not part of the song, but rather an exclamation at the wolf who was revealed to be walking in the path of the car, formerly hidden by the rock wall. The lioness panicked and swerved to the left, which was unfortunately the direction of the rail separating the road from the dizzyingly high chasm. The car rushed over the edge and fell towards the forested area about a thousand feet below.
The wolf ran to the edge of the road, quite shaken by what had just happened. His ears were pinned back flat against his head, and his red pince-nez sunglasses were in danger of sliding off his face. His fur was a rich mahogany color, with maroon-colored hair. He wore no shirt and canvas trousers, with black zippered boots. He looked over the edge at the explosion and forest fire that the car had left as its final legacy. “Crap oh crap oh crap oh crap oh-” He looked down and saw the lioness clinging to the craggy face of rock, looking irritated. “-crap.”
The lioness looked up and frowned. “Don’t just stand there, you retard, help me up!” The wolf kneeled and extended his hand, which the lioness grasped tightly as she climbed up the rock face. He grunted at the strain of the lioness’s weight, although he wasn’t sure that mentioning it to her was the best thing to do in this circumstance. After what seemed like an eternity later, she emerged from the cliff face and gave him a firm hug. Considering that his head was burrowed firmly into her cleavage, it seemed like a nice reward.
Too bad it didn’t last long. Almost immediately after the hug began, the lioness kneed the wolf in the groin, sending him too his knees once again. She gestured at the crash site with a glare and a snarl. “That was a Corvette, you idiot! How the hell do you think you’re going to pay for that?”
The wolf looked up shakily with tears streaming from his eyes. His hands were reflexively clutching his damaged goods. “You’re… welcome. I’m sorry… about the accident.”
The lioness looked as though she was about to yell something else, but her shoulders slumped and her facial features drooped in a resigned manner. “Ah, hell.” She helped the wolf up and gave him a slight scratching on the back of his neck. “I know it’s not your fault, but still, that car was a gift from my ex. It was very important to me.”
The wolf blinked. “Well, if this guy was so important to you, why’d you break up with him?”
The lioness looked forlorn, and let her head droop. “He died. That kinda kills off the possibility of romance.”
The wolf nodded. “I see. Not a necrophiliac, then?”
The lioness glared at him, and he backed up a step, smiled nervously, and put his hands up in defense. “Ah heh heh heh. Guess not.”
The lioness sighed and walked down the road in the direction she was traveling. She managed to get about a quarter of a mile before she heard the wolf running after her. “Wait!” he yelled, panting as he slowed to walking distance alongside her. “I really feel bad about your car. Isn’t there anything I can do to make it up for you?”
The lioness continued walking and giving the wolf the cold shoulder. “You’d have to buy me a new car, at least as good as my old one.”
The wolf looked enthusiastic about the prospect. “Yes! I’ll do it!”
The lioness looked at him out of the corner of her eye. “You promise?”
The wolf nodded vigorously. “Cross my heart and hope to cease living!”
The lioness smiled and reached into her pocket. As quick as a flash she produced a pair of handcuffs, and before the wolf could stop her, they were securely fastened around her right wrist and his left wrist. The wolf looked apprehensive. “What the?”
The lioness looked at him with a big grin. “Just making sure you’re not full of shit.”
“I dunno, babe. This seems a little excessive.”
“Yeah, it would be if I trusted you. And don’t call me babe.”
They had almost mad it to the end of the road, and could see a small diner at the end. “Is this where you were heading?” asked the wolf.
“No, but I guess I could use some food.”
“Yeah, and I gotta take a piss.”
The lioness frowned at his crude words, then sighed. “You do realize that these handcuffs are not coming off in there?”
The wolf’s eyes widened, aroused by a thought that would make most males blush. “So you would be in there, watching me empty my pee sack?”
The lioness’s ears flattened against her head, and she gave the wolf another sidewards glare. “I’ll be averting my eyes, you freak.”
The wolf chuckled and began to stroke her handcuffed hand. “Hey, I thought we weren’t going to call each other names?”
The lioness pulled her hand away gently. “Well, what should I call you?”
“Tobias Boon.”
“Rebecca Cassat.”
To be continued