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10-25-2007, 06:50 PM
Hallowed be thy Name, Chapters V-VIII
(MF,Mf,cons,oral,preg)
by Dark Genesis
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Anyone who has played Silent Hill or any of its sequels will notice that this story was heavily influenced by the series, they were the inspiration to sit my ass down in front of the computer and write this damned thing. But before you blame me for plagiarism, remember these immortal words from Joss Whedon:
“Great art doesn't come from inspiration; great art comes from something you saw before that worked.”
Disclaimer:
This fictional story is for people over 18 years old. It contains sexual encounters, graphic gratuitous violence, and very coarse language (not necessarily in that order). If you're not old enough or you feel like this story might offend you, you should stop reading now. Also, the personalities or sexual habits described by this story do not reflect the lives of these particular celebrities, remember that it is fiction.
Starring:
Michelle Trachtenberg, Hayden Panettiere, Amber Tamblyn, Elisha Cuthbert, Mandy Moore, Lindsay Lohan
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Chapter V - Abomination
Rain was slowly starting to come down on the small town of Morton, Oregon. The filming of a new horror movie had been delayed for the day because of the weather conditions; a raging storm was circling the area and didn't seem to be moving. What was strange about the town was the fact that the entire local population had disappeared overnight without a trace. Uneasy feelings had come over some of the actors who had gathered in the local bar to figure out what had happened, but Terry, the director, wasn't going to back down from finishing the picture that easily.
“You all should seriously calm down. It's true that we have no idea where the villagers are, but that also means for all we know they could be in the forest for an annual celebration of some kind. There's no reason to panic,” Terry tried to calm his cast down.
“The entire town disappeared, and you're telling us to relax? You're crazy!” Amber screamed at Terry nearly in tears.
“Amber, calm down,” Mandy walked to Amber and placed her hand on her friend's shoulder, “I know this looks weird, but it's probably just some old local tradition. How else could an entire town disappear?”
Amber turned to Mandy and started counting the ways, “How else? Umm, let's see…how about some epidemic, huh? Or maybe a…a…a natural disaster! Those clouds look pretty dense for a regular storm, right? Look at those things!” she pointed out the unnaturally formed clouds above the town that didn't seem to be moving even though the wind should be blowing them away.
“What do you suggest we do? We can't just sit here and wait for everyone to show up, right?” Elisha murmured sitting on a stool with her head lying against the counter, still heavily hung over after a night of drinking.
“Get out! Let's just leave, OK? Show of hands who wants to leave?” Amber raised her hand just as Michelle and Hayden walked in the door.
The only other person who lifted their hand was Elisha; she didn't want to be there in the first place, so this was the perfect opportunity to get out of the contract.
“What's going on?” Michelle asked as she walked the still somewhat shocked Hayden to a table.
“We're voting on leaving, you in?” Amber explained, but wasn't getting much support from anyone.
Mandy didn't deny being a little freaked out by what was going on, but Terry did seem to have a point about that they didn't know the traditions these people had. She didn't feel like abandoning the project for something that was most likely just a misunderstanding.
Lindsay stared at Amber's desperation to get out, but couldn't raise her hand because of the promise she had made to Terry. They had all agreed to appear in the film, and saying they were leaving now would be a slap in his face.
“I saw something,” Hayden said with agitation in her voice, “It was near the church, something…a puddle…a red puddle.”
“Okay! That's it!” Amber loudly declared and grabbed her coat from the counter, “You can stay here all you want, but I'm getting the fuck out of here!” she stormed out of the door into the freezing rain and thunder started roaring.
“Get back in here, will ya?” Terry yelled and Amber walked back in soaked. She wasn't able to go through with her plan of running to the hotel and grabbing one of the cars.
“Man…it's a hailstorm out there,” Amber walked to the counter and sat next to Elisha, “I'm gonna do it, just not yet…fortunately we did end up in here,” the brunette grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the counter and downed a mouthful.
“What about the crew, have you seen them around?” Lindsay asked.
“Nope, I checked the equipment in the hotel storage, though. It's all there, but no sign of the crew as of yet,” Terry answered not feeling too confident about the fact that the guys who were supposed to film this thing had disappeared too.
“How are we supposed to make a movie without the crew?” Mitch rationalized and walked to the door gazing outside, “Are the phones still out?”
“Yeah, but that's probably normal. I don't imagine this place having good reception on a normal day, much less a storm.” Terry mentioned that even their phones were useless down here.
“OK, let's backtrack a bit…has anyone seen anything weird? Other than the puddle, I mean,” Mandy asked and Hayden lifted her stare from the table.
“A puddle of blood…sheesh, does it get more obvious than that?” Amber mumbled to herself.
“It could have been something else,” Hayden said, “I could be wrong…it could have been oil or something.”
“OK, so that's good. Anything else?” Mandy asked again.
Lindsay's eyes glazed as she remembered her hallucinations about her monsters yesterday.
“Anything out of the ordinary, even the smallest thing…” Mandy thought out loud.
No…Lindsay couldn't blurt out that she was seeing monsters in whiskey glasses; she would be thrown into a hospital immediately. Besides, those monsters couldn't be real…could they?
“Right, if someone hasn't seen anything suspicious here, we shouldn't think this is something serious. Let's just find our crew and ask them whether they know anything about this, yeah?” Terry suggested.
“Mitch…what about that guy at the bar last night?” Lindsay remembered the man in the white suit.
Michelle's eyes lit up when she remembered Matt, who said he would be in the church if she needed him, “That's right! His name is Matthew, and I think he's the minister around here. I should check the church to see if he's still there.”
“That sounds like a good idea. The rest of us should probably start searching the streets for anyone else, agreed?” Terry asked without getting a very positive reaction.
Hayden looked at him frightened, and Elisha didn't seem to be in shape to lift her hand, much less start looking for someone in the storm.
“Hayden and Elisha should probably stay behind…is everyone else okay with the plan?” Mandy tried to get Amber and Lindsay in, but they didn't seem very enthusiastic.
“I'm not feeling too good…but I'll go if you need me to,” Lindsay replied and rubbed her eyes a bit, strung out from the hangover.
“You can look for Jimmy Hoffa for all I care, but I'm staying here with this bottle,” Amber informed that she wasn't going anywhere.
“Fine. Come on guys, let's go,” Terry said disappointedly and walked out of the bar with Michelle, Mandy, and the somewhat reluctant Lindsay.
The rain seemed to get stronger by the minute, being in the point where every drop almost felt like a razorblade. Mitch headed down the street to hopefully meet Matthew at the church. Lindsay, Mandy, and Terry walked the opposite direction toward the market. If the villagers had gone somewhere they had to have taken food with them.
***
Michelle walked in front of the church and looked at the darkening sky. It was amazing how quickly the sun had been covered and made the morning seem like late evening. A cold feeling crept up her back as she stepped in front of the door, as if something was watching her. She turned and glanced behind her, but didn't even see a flying leaf in the wind. There was one thing that she took note of; the puddle that Hayden had freaked out over before…it wasn't there anymore. They had seen a red puddle with rocks near the benches before, how could it just disappear if the town was empty? Maybe it was Matt who cleaned it up if he was in the church.
The church door made a loud creaking sound when Michelle stepped through the doorway, and the wind was quick to slam the door behind her. As she looked around for her new friend she had met last night she examined the room carefully trying to find some traces that the villagers might have left behind. There were only seven rows of benches in the room, which must have been enough for the locals who actually went to the church. The painting of Christ ascending from his grave decorated the wall opposite of the exit, under it on a table lay a bottle of wine and a cup.
“Matt?” Mitch raised her voice and walked down the center toward the painting, “It's Michelle from last night, remember?”
Weird sounds echoed in Michelle's head like static of some sort, but it was muffled. Approaching the altar she saw that the cup was filled with wine, or something else that looked like wine. Maybe someone had broken a bottle outside by accident and that had caused the puddle? That still didn't explain the rocks, though…
“Michelle?” Matt appeared out of nowhere and called out, “I'm glad you could come. I was hoping we could talk,” he walked up to her seeming to have come from the cellar door in the corner.
“Yeah, it's probably not what you think, though. Do you know where everyone has gone? The entire town's completely deserted,” Michelle confronted Matt who didn't seem too upset about the news.
“I hear it happens sometimes. Unfortunately I don't know where the people go, or why; they just go,” Matt answered, but didn't satisfy Mitch's curiosity.
“Is that right? It must be just me then, but I think it's extremely creepy that an entire town could disappear overnight, don't you?” Michelle insisted that Matt knew something she didn't.
Matthew smiled, walked to the table, and picked up the cup, “These small towns have traditions, things that outsiders wouldn't know about, or sometimes even understand. I think they've just went away for a while. They'll come back eventually, they always do.”
“That answer is more than vague, and furthermore it makes me think that you do know where the villagers went. Our entire crew is missing, too,” Michelle sat down on the table and tried to keep eye contact with Matt who stared into the cup of wine.
“Maybe they went along out of curiosity, maybe they were frightened by the sudden change in weather and left? I wouldn't know,” Matt didn't stray from his words of confusion.
“So you're saying you have no idea where everyone went?” Mitch asked as the final confirmation and chance for Matt to give a straight answer.
“I haven't a clue. But don't worry, all of them are good God-fearing people; the Lord will guide them where ever they are headed,” Matt's words sounded preachy, but was he a priest?
“Fine, keep saying that if you want,” Mitch let go of the conversation a little frustrated, but tried to fish more information out of him, “So, you and your…partner are traveling priests or something?”
“We're not priests, but we do spread the Lord's word and do his bidding, yes.”
“Where is he? I haven't seen him around.”
“He's around, but he doesn't show himself to certain people. He has…his calling is slightly different from mine.”
“Certain people? What's that supposed to mean, huh?” Michelle got agitated about the indirect indication that she was a person that a man of cloth wouldn't want to deal with.
“Perhaps I misspoke…he does help any person who is in need of his aid, but only when it's their time to be aided,” Matt answered, but saw in Michelle's eyes that she wasn't letting go of the certain people comment, “You are what he might call…promiscuous, much like your friends back at the bar.”
“Another fancy word for slut. You don't even know me, and your partner sure as hell doesn't know me! How can you judge people like that?” Michelle complained, and as she stood there in skintight jeans, a blue jacket, and a strapless white top barely covering her chest. Matt ran his eyes all the way from her feet up to her eyes.
“You dress like this outside, you show up in the house of God like this, and you dress even less when you scour your world of sin for pleasures of the flesh. The Lord doesn't want you to do this, and yet you do. My partner will eventually stand face to face with you, but not in the manner that I do. His mission is to purify your body of these desires,” Matthew calmly stated.
“Is that what you think God wants of us? You don't know anything about Him, then. If you think I'm promiscuous you should take a look outside your perfect bubble that you're living in. He just wants us to be happy, and you are the kind of person that gives Him a bad name!” Michelle strenuously replied, but didn't get a rise out of Matt.
“But I do know what He wants of us. You and your kind have twisted his words and his will into your perverted existence so you can feel better about whoring yourself to other impure creatures and move onto the next one. You disgust him, His own children doing these things…the things He has forbidden since he created this place.”
“Right, that's your perception, not mine.”
“Exactly, your perception, but not His will,” Matt kept insisting that Mitch's idea of God was wrong.
“You're a guy in your 20s, right? If you stand there telling me that you've never even wanted to touch a woman everyone knows that you're lying,” Michelle attempted to turn his words against him, thinking that he must feel attraction to women.
“Your assumption of my desires is as far off as your calculation about my age. My soul doesn't crave flesh like yours does.”
Michelle paused for a second and stared at Matt with intentions of breaking him, “I wasn't talking about your soul,” she slid off her jacket nearly pulling down her top in the process, and pressed her body against Matt's, “Your body wants to, doesn't it?”
“What the body wants is not important; it's the soul that needs to stay strong. By doing what you do now you're proving that you're no child of God. You're filthy, twisted, and most importantly godless,” Matt wasn't too impressed with Michelle's flirtation.
“Oh? I'm filthy, is that it…bad, dirty girl? Maybe you could give me a lesson?” Mitch attempted to seduce Matt and slowly slid her top down hoping he would glance down at what was pressing against his chest.
“You're dangerously close for me not to help you. If you go any further I'll have to pass the responsibility of turning you in the right path to my partner,” Matt kept his eyes firmly on Michelle's eyes, not even thinking about looking down where her puffy and perky nipples were rubbing against him.
“You wanna bring in a third person? Uh, you're kind of kinky for a man of God…that's okay, I can take you both at the same time if you want,” Michelle teased him, waiting for just one kiss that would prove her point. In all other remarks she was bluffing; she wasn't going to have sex with this guy any more that this partner of his that she hadn't even met. Her loyalty was still with Shawn, but bringing this holier-than-thou man down from the sky might not only help find out what was going on, but maybe he wouldn't be one of those people that denied people the feeling of pleasure.
Matt just stood there still while Michelle kept goading him to do something, “Come on, you know you want to. In fact I feel that you want to. Not in your soul, but in you pants,” she grabbed the bulge in his pants and gave it a gentle rub while grabbing his hand and placing it on her left breast, “Just squeeze it for me, just a little bit.”
“You can say anything you want, but my promise to the Lord protects my spirit from your temptations. You've proven that you're beyond my help now,” Matt shook his head, but didn't back off from Michelle.
“Maybe he could show me a thing or two, then? Call him here…you can be in the front, he'll be behind. Or would you like to switch?” Mitch took it one step further and gave him a soft kiss on the lips, “That's what you want, isn't it? You want this,” she took a hold of Matt's hands and placed them against her small butt, “You've wanted to do that ever since you read about Sodom and Gomorra, haven't you? Deep inside you've wanted to do all those things that they did just to know what all the fuss is about. Well, let me tell you,” she pulled down her jeans and Matt's hands were left against the bare, pale skin, her crack covered by the black thong that was jammed deep between her firm buttocks, “It's warm, tight, and the closest thing to heaven you'll ever get.”
“Wrong, it's the closest you'll get to heaven, Michelle. I'll pray for you,” Matt replied.
“Ah, but you won't start praying now, will you? We could still do something…right here on this table,” Mitch guided Matt's finger inside her panties and pushed it down against her puckered hole, taking it a little further than she had planned, but Shawn wasn't going to find out either way, so why not go as far as she could without actually cheating.
“What do you think you can accomplish by doing this?” Matt asked, still not affected by Michelle's behavior.
“I want to show you what you really want and that it's not a bad thing. You'll like it, I promise,” Michelle felt herself getting feverish when she pressed Matt's fingers against her.
Trying to appear as calm as Matt, Michelle took his other hand away from her buttock and placed it in her crotch, forcing his fingers inside the black fabric and up against her swollen lips. He felt the short hairs against his fingers on the moistening skin between this girl's legs, the small snatch eager to perform sins of the flesh.
“Which one do you want first?” Michelle asked him, now the smile wiped off her face by desire to actually sleep with this man, “Or maybe you want to just stand and…let me take care of it?” she licked her lips while pushing Matt's left hand fingers inside her pussy and his right hand index finger into her ass.
Matt wasn't saying anything now; he just stared Mitch down with an accusing look, but he still wasn't resisting. The thought of Shawn back home had almost been erased from her mind, but she couldn't just have this guy fuck her without feeling guilty. A blowjob wouldn't be as bad, right? Definitely not.
“Okay, Matt. I'll do you a favor this time, but next time…you'll have to put effort in it,” Mitch smiled and removed Matt's fingers from her.
Mitch got down on her knees and pulled Matt's pants down along with his underwear. She gazed at the member in front of her with delight and looked up at the man who hadn't taken his eyes off her as her lips touched the red head.
Matt's breathing did get heavier the more Mitch sank his rod into her warm mouth, but outside that he didn't have a reaction. She decided to put a stop to that, “Does that feel good, baby? Watch this,” in a second the six inches sank deep into her throat with a quick slurp, and it worked; Matt's legs shook a bit as the greedy mouth devoured him with enthusiasm.
The cock twitched inside Michelle's mouth as her head started bobbing back and forth, making her curly and brown hair sway back and forth as she worked Matt with delight.
Quickly Mitch pulled her head back and gasped for air as the saliva-covered prick waved in front of her eyes. Being a man of not having sex with anyone he couldn't take this for much longer she thought, but she wasn't going to swallow, so she'd have to be careful.
“Last one, Matt. You ready?” Mitch looked up at Matt with her jaw glistening in the light and she dove back in.
Michelle rolled the shaft around in her mouth and tightly gripped the base with her lips and slowly pulled her head back, and when reached the tip she felt it throbbing for the last time.
Matt let out a grunt as the jets of cum started spurting out of his dick with force, landing on Michelle's pale neck, her chin, and her breasts.
Although she hadn't gotten the right type of reaction out of Matt, Michelle had to just let go. He wasn't telling her anything for some odd reason, maybe because she was what God would call promiscuous.
“Well, that was fun wasn't it?” Mitch smiled and grabbed the cigarettes from her jacket on the floor.
“You've condemned yourself to hell, Michelle. You can just hope that you can sway my partner to spare your existence,” Matt stated and pulled his pants up.
“Not just me, honey. You didn't seem to put up much of a fight, did ya?” Michelle pointed out and lit up.
“He will forgive me, for it is my mission to catch all of you sinners and tempt you to test your faith. Yours has broken.”
“So you're the snake,” Michelle nodded her head at Matt who obviously was out of his mind, “Maybe you'd like to come to the bar with me. There's some other people who'd like to ask you some questions.”
“Oh, I'll join you later, I promise. Right now I have some business to conduct, and some negotiations to run through whether to save your soul,” Matt coldly said and started walking towards the cellar.
Michelle watched as the man disappeared into the dark corner. He had basically threatened to kill her, she just realized. Could he be serious, though? He wouldn't be crazy enough to actually attack her…although these religious nutjobs seemed dangerous enough without making threats he had even made a viable death threat. What about this partner of his that he keeps talking about? If he was equally nuts as this guy it would be better just to leave town. Could it be that they were responsible for emptying out the locals?
***
Across town near the old school Mandy, Lindsay, and Terry were desperately trying to find some signs of life. They had tried shouting, leaving notes on walls, and knocking on every door, but hadn't found anyone. The more they walked the dirty streets back and forth the more they started to get used to the idea that something was very wrong here.
“Anybody out there?” Lindsay cried out.
“I think that's hurting my ear more than actually helping, Linds,” Terry cringed and knocked on the school door.
“Is it locked like everything else?” Mandy asked.
Terry tried the handle, “Yeah, nothing's open. This would support the theory that they've just gone somewhere for a while.”
“Oh, Christ!” Lindsay cursed, “Come on, already! There's gotta be something seriously fucked up here, just like Amber said.”
“Okay, let's assume that…what then? We can't just leave without finding out what happened to the crew, can we?” Terry asked a valid question.
Lindsay just shook her head and sat on the stairs in fatigue, Mandy tried to call Amber but the cell phones still weren't working, the storm was still rumbling above them, and the rain was starting to come down stronger again.
“I think we should just abandon this place right now and come back to look for the crew later when we have more people. Maybe just drive outside of town to call the police, or something,” Lindsay suggested.
“Terry, I'm all for finding the crew as soon as possible but she does have a point. We could just drive somewhere with reception and call for help,” Mandy agreed with Lindsay.
“Shit,” Terry kicked the door tried to look through the windows to see anything helpful, “I hate to say it, but you're right,” he quickly jumped down from the stairs and was about the head back to the bar.
“Hold on, dude! I gotta rest for a second,” Lindsay complained and rubbed her feet.
“Do you know how to get back to the bar?” Terry asked seeming to be in a hurry.
“I remember, don't worry about it. You go on ahead, we'll just rest here for a minute,” Mandy said and sat down next to Lindsay.
“Okay, I'm gonna check the hotel one more time just to make sure none of the guys have come back yet,” Terry nodded and ran around the corner, leaving Mandy and Lindsay in the dark street with cold rain.
“Can you believe this shit?” Lindsay pulled out a tissue and blew her nose; her thin jacket wasn't providing that much protection from the water and wind.
“It's pretty strange, yeah,” Mandy agreed and wrapped her arms around her legs trying to stay warm, “Not just the disappearing act, but this whole town itself is really creeping me out. I mean every single building with these…windows and no lights. Just pitch black rooms in every single house.”
Lindsay took her eyes off the dirt road and laid her eyes on the building in front of them that seemed to be a wooden, two-story apartment complex, even the architecture looked like something from the 1800s. Small towns don't need big advancements; they don't need to keep up with times.
“I wonder where Zach is…he didn't get a chance to call before we entered the dead zone,” Mandy pulled out the picture of her and Zach in the beach from the pocket of the denim jacket, “He was supposed to kiss me goodbye before I left…but he was gone in the morning.”
“Shit happens, girl. You just can't trust men to do one thing right,” Lindsay tried to comfort her, but was quickly distracted by one of the windows across the street.
“I've actually thought about leaving him…before he leaves me, you know?” Mandy stared at the picture where both of them seemed happier than ever, not a care in the world, “It's just so hard sometimes, not just the being away from each other part, but…the being together part, too. I guess that's the hardest, huh?”
Lindsay couldn't concentrate on Mandy's problems right now; she had other things to worry about. Like that hideous creature that she had seen in her nightmare and the whiskey glass…the abomination that was staring at her from the window on the other side of the street. She had frozen the moment she saw it again, those white eyeballs gazing at her and the sickening green-toothed mouth grinning with menace. She had to be hallucinating, a monster like that could never exist.
“You're here now…just like you were supposed to.”
“You'll stay here just like the rest of us…forever.”
The whispers ran through Lindsay's head again, this time in real life again, not in a dream. Fear was overwhelming her up to the point where she wanted to scream and run as far as she could, but her body felt completely paralyzed to do anything. What did it want? Why was it haunting her?
“Linds?” Mandy shook Lindsay's shoulder when she noticed her daze, “Lindsay, are you feeling alright?”
Lindsay quickly recovered when she noticed that the creature had disappeared again and jerked a bit when Mandy touched her, “What? Yeah, I guess I'm okay…we should probably head back.”
“Yeah, if you're not too tired,” Mandy agreed and stood up with Lindsay.
“Nah, I'm good. Let's just go.”
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Chapter VI - Safe House
Michelle walked into the bar where she saw Amber stacking up chairs and tables next to the door.
“What the hell are you doing?” Michelle asked as Amber stumbled around drunk with the furniture.
“I'm getting roadblocks…yeah, no…not roadblocks, uh…barricades! That's the one,” Amber groaned lifting the heavy table against the rest of the stuff.
“What's a barricade gonna help? Especially next to the door instead of in front of it?” Michelle asked.
Amber gave Mitch a confused look and then the stack of tables and chairs, “It's uh…we can move it when everyone gets here. That's my story and I'm sticking to it!” Amber placed the last table on the pile and suddenly fell down on her ass, “Whoa! There's something in the air here that's making people dizzy. Remember Elisha fell down last night? Same shit happened to me a few seconds ago.”
“Where is Elisha? And Hayden too for that matter,” Michelle tried to interrogate the drunken Amber who seemed to have had more than a bottle of whiskey judging by the two bottles on the bar counter; one empty, one half full.
“Well…well, Elisha's in the back on the couch…laying on the couch…on her back…Hayden? Where the fuck did Hayden go?” Amber stumbled back up and took a look around the room.
“Amber, where did Hayden go? This is important,” Michelle insisted, she was obviously feeling worried about the young girl.
“Relax, I know where she went. She went back to her room to get some clothes, and should be back in no time! After the bath, yeah…she said she might take a bath…you want a drink? The whole bar's open today, free of charge!” Amber jumped over the counter hitting her knee on it, but still getting up with some use of her legs.
“No thanks, I think I had enough last night. Besides, this situation doesn't really make me feel like drinking,” Michelle sat down on a stool.
“Really? It makes me wanna drink,” Amber stated and took a mouthful from the bottle.
Michelle observed as Amber swallowed the booze and leaned against the counter with a stern look on her face…right up until the point she bent over and vomited on the floor.
“Oopsie…I think I made a bit of a mess back here,” Amber said and spit the remains from her mouth on the floor.
“I don't wanna know, I'm gonna go check on Elisha,” Mitch decided not to bend over the counter to see what Amber had eaten earlier, and headed to the back room where Elisha supposedly was.
“Dude, check this out! I found a nickel!”
Elisha was lying on the couch peacefully with her eyes closed, but not asleep. She opened her eyes a bit to see Michelle walk into the room instead of Amber and closed them again.
“Did you find that white-suited rapist?” Elisha groaned.
“Yeah, but he wasn't too helpful,” Mitch answered and sat on the chair next to the couch.
Painkillers and various snacks lay on the table in front of the couch; at least ten unfinished bags of miscellaneous junk food and a glass of water.
“Bad hangover?” Mitch asked with some humor in her intentions.
“Geez, did you come up with that one by yourself? Christ…I think I've never felt this shitty in my entire life. Even the painkillers aren't working,” Elisha sat up reluctantly.
“So, Hayden went back to the hotel?” Mitch decided to confirm that Amber wasn't just talking out of her ass.
“Yeah, she needed some stuff from her room. Terry and the guys aren't back yet, are they?”
“Didn't see them, I guess they're making a thorough search. I doubt it'll make a difference,” Michelle grabbed a bag of peanuts and started munching, “Matt said that all the villagers are gone, including our crew, but he wouldn't tell me where.”
“What the hell? He knows something that he's not telling?” Elisha looked confused and leaned her head back against the wall.
“I think so, but I couldn't pump it out of him, I guess we'll just have to leave and call the police,” Michelle shrugged her shoulders.
“That might be a good idea. All these people must be out of their minds to leave the entire town empty, with no police and all,” Elisha rationalized.
Michelle decided not to tell Elisha about the threat Matt had made earlier, it would have only made matters worse for everyone. Inciting panic would be a bad call especially since the most freaked out person was drunk on top of her randomly combusting personality.
***
Hayden was looking through her closet for the warmest clothes she could find. Unfortunately she hadn't predicted what the weather was going to be, so she was running low on sweaters.
The rain crackled against the window as steps echoed in the hallway. At first it scared Hayden, but the hope that it could be one of the crewmembers gave her some hope. She quickly threw on a long t-shirt and ran to the door where the footsteps had stopped. As she opened the door she was startled by the sight in front of her; a completely drenched man heaving in the hall.
“Miss, you seem to have a small problem,” The man growled.
Hayden backed off and smiled, “Oh really, mister? What kind of a problem would that be?”
“You're way too cute to be left into a hotel all by yourself,” Terry playfully growled and stepped into the room closing Hayden in his arms with a kiss.
“I thought you'd never come back. I told the guys I'd pick up some clothes and take a bath,” Hayden smiled and pulled the wet coat off Terry.
“Bad girls tell lies, Hayde. Maybe you need a little lesson,” Terry smiled and started kissing Hayden's neck.
“Wait, Terry,” Hayden pulled back, “Did you find out what's going on here?”
Terry sighed shook his head, “Just some local celebration in the woods or something, nothing to worry about. We'll leave once everyone gets back to the bar, okay? That doesn't leave us with much time, does it?” he knew that this might be his last chance to score with this young girl who had a boyfriend and a successful career, and once she'd figure out what a waste of space he was she wouldn't even look at him.
“Come on, do you really think this is the right time?” Hayden asked as Terry removed his wet shirt and approached her again.
“What better time? The entire town's gone, the guys are at the bar…don't you want to?” Terry tried to convince her.
“Yeah, I do, but...” Hayden was having doubts.
“It's not Adam is it? Adam, the guy who can't even come close to you without creaming his pants?” Terry laughed and placed his hands on Hayden's shoulders.
“No, it's not him. I just think something's not right, I feel really anxious,” Hayden said nervously and Terry bent down to kiss her.
“Sweetie, there's no better way to take the edge off. What do you say?” Terry wasn't nearly finished with his unromantic one-liners.
“Uhm…okay,” Hayden nodded and started kissing Terry back.
Terry stuck his tongue inside Hayden's mouth who was trying to get as intimate as possible with him, but he was turning it into more animalistic than she wanted it to be.
“Go slow, okay?” Hayden managed murmur when Terry wasn't blocking her mouth.
“Yeah, yeah…” Terry couldn't care less what this little bitch wanted of him; he just wanted to feel how that 16-year-old pussy felt like.
Terry kept grabbing Hayden's perky, little bosom over the shirt and was eager to get rid of her shirt as soon as possible. He slowly pushed the girl back on the bed, and as she fell on it he pulled the white cotton off her body, revealing those round boobs to him in all their glory.
“Come over to the edge,” Terry commanded and Hayden nervously moved her butt down to the edge of the bed.
After a quick kiss on the lips, Terry immediately moved down on Hayden's body and stopped to worship the small globes on her chest with his tongue. He gyrated his tongue around the ring of her left nipple and gave it a gentle suckle while squeezing her right tit almost too hard.
Hayden let out a small yelp when Terry tugged on her nipple with his teeth, and he was just about done with the cockteasing; he was going down to her nether regions.
“Lift your butt, sweetie,” Terry mouthed and Hayden did as ordered.
With ease Terry slid the panties off Hayden and threw them on the floor. In front of him was his version of paradise; a tight slit that hadn't seen every other cock in the country yet. His tongue started exploring her insides eagerly, bringing the taste of her juices into his mouth. All he needed to do was get her sufficiently wet so he wouldn't completely destroy her, although he did get some pleasure watching this girl squirm at the touch of his tongue.
Terry pulled out a bit and rolled his tongue against Hayden's clit, his nose sinking into the small landing strip above that little cunt that was begging for some hard cock in it. With small flicks he made her coo in delight until she was ready to burst, her little lips were swelling every second he spent cleaning the blonde's snatch with her tongue, and his jaw was getting soaked with 16-year-old's juice.
“Ah, Hayden baby…you taste so good down here,” Terry tried to slip in a few compliments so she wouldn't feel like abused.
“Terry…” Hayden breathed when her body shook in orgasm accompanied by shrieking.
This was enough, Terry thought, and gave Hayden's clit one last lick before getting up and dropping his pants.
Hayden was still in a bit of a shock so she didn't notice when Terry lifted her higher on the bed and prepared to enter her. The hot cockhead was rubbing against her pussylips to get some of that juice on it so everything would go nice and smooth, and without commendable self control Terry pushed his bare dick into Hayden's horny slit.
“Wait, wait, Terry…stop,” Hayden gasped when she felt the member sliding in and out of her without any protection.
“What is it, baby?” Terry asked but didn't stop fucking her.
“You got a condom?” Hayden asked worried about what might happen.
“Don't worry, sweetie, I don't have anything. I've done this before, I'll pull out when I'm done,” Terry grunted feeling the tight walls of Hayden's pussy closing his shaft deep inside her.
“Okay, be careful,” Hayden placed her hands on Terry's back and pulled him closer to her body.
Hayden's legs were high up in the air as Terry kept spreading them and pumping her pussy with a satisfied look on his face.
Hayden wasn't feeling the same way about this as Terry, she thought she could actually have an older boyfriend who she could sleep with more than once, but it started becoming clear to her that this wasn't going to happen.
“Oh, you little bitch…how do you like that, huh?” Terry asked as he pushed his seven inches deep into her cavity.
“Oh yeah, I like it, I like it…” Hayden smiled even though she wasn't going to have him for a boyfriend; she still enjoyed a nice, hard dick inside her.
Harder and harder Terry kept fucking Hayden until he had to pull out to stop for a second before he would finish too early. That hadn't happened in a long time, maybe it was the fact that this pussy was just so tight that its mission in life was to squeeze the last piece of juice out of dicks like his.
“Did you come already?” Hayden asked not seeing what was going on between her legs.
“Not yet, baby. Come over here,” Terry rose to his knees and turned Hayden over on her belly, “Taste your pussy.”
“Terry…come on,” Hayden wasn't too eager to taste his cock after it had ravaged her insides for a good ten minutes.
“Just try it, please?” Terry smiled and stroked her long, blonde hair.
“Fine,” Hayden agreed since this was just a one time thing.
Taking the tip in her mouth and rolling her tongue around it, Hayden kept Terry still with her hand squeezing his balls while she worked the helmet. The expression on this man's face was indescribable when this hot, little teen queen was sucking on his dick that had just been inside her hot snatch and was covered in its fluid.
“Oh, fuck!” Terry yelled and quickly pulled Hayden's head away from his cock; he almost came again.
“You want me to just jerk you off?” Hayden suggested.
“No fucking way, just turn around and lay on your side,” Terry gasped and tried to calm down.
Hayden did what he told once more and got on her side while Terry grabbed her legs keeping them on his side when he penetrated her once again. His balls slapped against her thigh as he kept increasing his speed, now staring at the beautiful sight of a virgin ass in front of him.
Trying to experience that side of Hayden too, Terry gave his middle finger a lick and placed it on the girl's butthole. Unfortunately she was quick to remove his hand from her ass indicating that she wasn't going there. This made him want to fuck this arrogant, little whore even harder. Who was she to tell him that he couldn't fuck that little teenage ass?
Terry yelled as he took a strong hold of Hayden's hips and thrust himself inside her like a freight train. The warm walls felt like they were going to give in at any point, but the look on the girl's face kept saying that she wanted more. He grinned and started spanking the little, firm ass.
“Oh yeah, spank me! Harder, Terry, harder!” Hayden cried out.
“Ohhhh! Oh yeah! You want it hard, bitch?” Terry yelled and slapped Hayden's ass even harder.
“That's what I want, I want you to slap me,” Hayden was just getting into it when he felt something in her pussy.
“Wait, wait…oh, shit!” Terry tried to pull out quickly but in the heat of passion he hadn't realized that he had just shot couple of jets of cum inside Hayden.
“Ohhhhh, fuck!” Terry yelled and jerked his cock shooting the rest of his jizz all over Hayden's butt.
Hayden looked at Terry in horror of what had just happened, “What the fuck was that?” she screamed and pulled away from him.
“It was an accident! I didn't mean to,” Terry tried to explain himself as he stood up and tried to brush the whole incident off.
“What the hell? What the…what the FUCK?” Hayden jumped up and ran to the bathroom to clean up.
“Relax, okay? You didn't get much of it,” Terry tried to calm her down.
“Much of it? Are you out of your fucking mind? What if I get pregnant, Terry? Huh? Answer me!” Hayden screamed as she wiped the cum off her buttocks.
“Shut up! You won't get pregnant, I promise,” Terry pulled up his pants and sat back down on the bed and sighed.
Hayden was completely quiet in the bathroom. For a few minutes the room was completely silent, only the sound of rain came through the window.
“If there's any trouble, I'll take care of it, okay?” Terry accepted the responsibility of paying for an abortion if needed.
“Oh, no! There isn't going to be an abortion!” Hayden stepped out of the bathroom, “If I get pregnant, you're gonna have to take care of both me and the baby.”
“You're insane! We can't have a kid, you're 16 years old, they'd put me in jail!” Now Terry got agitated.
“Maybe you should have thought about that before you decided to fuck me without a rubber!” Hayden snapped at him and put on the shirt that Terry had thrown on the floor.
“Okay, that's it! I'm getting the fuck out of here. I'll meet you at the bar,” Terry got his shirt and his jacket and stormed to the doorway, “Oh, and not a word about this to anyone, right Hayden?”
Hayden didn't reply, she just sat there on the bed still not believing what had happened.
“Hayden? You'd better not fuck around with me on this one!” Terry raised his voice.
“I know, just get the fuck out!” Hayden yelled and Terry didn't have to hear that twice to leave.
The situation wasn't as horrible as Hayden had led Terry to believe; she did carry morning-after ***** just in case something like this would happen. The fight was more about giving him a scare for just wanting to take advantage of her.
“Fucking idiot,” Hayden cursed Terry and grabbed her purse from the floor and started going through it.
Taking the pill was a big deal for her; what if there was something growing inside her; something living, her own flesh and blood? It would kill her child, like a mistake of a one-night stand.
Soon Hayden had the package in her hand and was all set to consume the pill. She opened it and took the pill in her hand and stared at it with some doubt in her head. What other option did she have? Wait to see if she did get pregnant and did have to get an abortion? She wouldn't let that happen.
Hayden walked into the bathroom and downed the pill with a glass of water.
“Now's probably a good time for that bath.”
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Chapter VII - Dead Zone
Amber and Elisha were sitting in the back room of the bar sobering up, and both had been cut off by Michelle so they would be in shape to leave when they needed to.
“What the hell is going on?” Amber moaned feeling the headache starting to kick in.
“They were talking about leaving, finally,” Elisha informed Amber that her previous suggestion was now the plan.
“Great, they couldn't figure that out when I wasn't so split-headed?”
“I think they'll bring one big car to drive us all to the next town, it could be dangerous to travel alone,” Elisha sighed and placed her head against Amber's shoulder.
“Well, they'd better bring an RV because I can't even sit straight right now.”
Michelle rushed in and was faced with a rather peculiar sight; Amber drooling on Elisha's hair and Elisha resting her hand in Amber's crotch, obviously not noticing it right then and there.
“What the hell are you doing?” Michelle wondered and the girls looked at each other.
“What do you mean? We're sleepy, is that against the law?” Amber groaned with drool running down her chin, “Maybe we should just…hey---y, what the hell are you doing?” she noticed Elisha's hand on her crotch when she tried to adjust position.
“Oh, sorry,” Elisha noticed her hand in the wrong place and quickly pulled it back not feeling too embarrassed.
“Listen guys, Mandy and Lindsay came back, so Terry and Hayden will be here in a few minutes or so. I suggest you get up and try to act somewhat respectful,” Michelle said tiredly and walked back to the bar.
“Hey, we're respectful! When the fuck aren't we respectful…whore,” Amber yelled muffling that last word just enough for Michelle not to hear it.
Lindsay stood against the counter and eyed the bottles on it half expecting that she'd see something strange in them again, but lucky for her state of mind those thoughts didn't come to happen. Mandy was trying to figure out what the enormous stack of furniture was for, but wasn't able to come up with a rational explanation for it.
“Hey guys, you didn't happen to find anything?” Michelle asked and walked up to the soaked girls who had just returned from their search.
“Nothing, not a living soul left in here. Amber was right; we should have just left in the first place when we noticed,” Mandy shook her head.
“So…I guess this is it. We'll leave right when Terry and Hayden come back?” Lindsay asked and sat on the counter.
“Yeah, it looks like it. What a bummer, huh? We didn't even get to finish one scene,” Michelle looked disappointed and thought what a useless, incoherent thing blowing Matt was. If she had known that they'd leave like this she would have just walked away.
“How's Elisha doing? She wasn't looking too good when we left,” Mandy worried about Elisha who had been right next to her deathbed when they decided to sweep the town.
“She's fine. Amber is in worse condition than she was yesterday, apparently she took a little more than little to cope with the boredom and now she's ready to keel over,” Michelle reported the drunk-status of the day.
“Everyone's getting drunk while for all we know our crew's been massacred somewhere by…monsters from the lake, or something,” Lindsay tried to channel her hallucinations into her words in case the others had seen the same thing, but still keeping it somewhat vague so she wouldn't seem crazy.
“I think knowing that the lake had monsters in it that killed all the villagers at this point would be better than not knowing anything. The suspense is killing me,” Mandy sighed.
“I'd like to think otherwise, since we'd be their next victims. I'm gonna go with the theory that there's some weird ritual going on in the woods that we don't know about, and the crew just decided to follow the locals to check out what was going on,” Mitch suggested.
“Yeah, they got into the ritual and were sacrificed to some demon god, or whatever these people worship,” Lindsay moaned, “Can someone try the phone again? Maybe the storm's subsided enough to get a call through.”
Mandy dug her phone out, but didn't get any more results than before, “Damn…aren't there old-fashioned phones around here?”
“I didn't see one, hold on…” Michelle walked to the back room to check one more time, but didn't see a phone, “Nope, nothing here. The hotel should definitely have one, maybe we should stop by there on our way out?”
Amber sluggishly got up from the couch with Elisha and walked to the bar in hopes for a small remedy, “How's about a little drink to even out the tension, huh? It could be good for you, and I know it's gonna be good for me!” Amber said and sat on a stool leaning her head on the counter.
“I think it's better we don't drink anything at least before Terry gets here, okay?” Mitch suggested, and on that note Terry walked in through the door.
“He----y, Terry! Perfect timing,” Amber cheered up immediately and reached for a bottle but was slapped back on her chair by Elisha who had also decided not to have any more.
“Right, umm…did you guys explain the situation?” Terry asked Mandy and Lindsay.
“Yeah, our only option is to abandon this place and call for help when we get out of the zone,” Mandy went through the plan one more time.
“Did you see Hayden? Apparently she said she went back to the hotel for a change and bath,” Lindsay inquired worried about Hayden's condition.
“Yeah, she was in her room. It'll take a while before she gets back here, though. Let's just find a nice big car and cruise out of here,” Terry suggested, but apparently he wasn't getting off so easy.
“Was she still freaking out? She was more than upset after seeing that puddle…did anyone ever figure out what that was, by the way?” Lindsay asked.
“I think it was just a broken wine bottle from the church. Someone must've dropped it on their way to wherever the people went,” Michelle tried to comfort the girls and her own mind by giving an answer she wasn't too sure about.
“That's good enough for me, should we get going?” Elisha got up eagerly wanting to leave.
“Maybe we should wait for the storm to pass? It's gonna be hell trying to find a big enough car in this weather, right?” Amber's laziness took over and all of the sudden she didn't want to go anywhere.
“We'll grab one of the vans the crew drove in with and leave the cameras behind. That should give us enough room to get all of us out of here with one car, yeah?” Terry's plan was the only way out since they weren't at the point of stealing a car.
“What about the keys? Do you think the crew has those with them, or did they leave them to the hotel?” Mandy exposed a small flaw in the plan.
“Shit, that's right…I should have checked them back at the hotel, but I didn't think about that. Let's just go back there and look through the rooms, maybe they did leave the keys behind,” Terry kept fixing his thought.
“We should check for a phone there while we're at it. This time we should all go together so we won't get separated again, okay? Amber, you okay to leave?” Lindsay asked the girl who was pushing hangover sweat by the gallons.
“I'm not going anywhere since we don't have guarantees that we'll even get the car. If you manage to find one you can come pick me up here,” Amber groaned and seemed to collapse on the counter.
“Oh, for fuck's sake! Let's just go together and we don't have to drive around town picking people up,” Lindsay demanded that Amber would get her lazy butt up from that chair and follow them.
“Fuck you, bitch! You can go rip yourself a new one in that storm, but I'm not going anywhere until I know we're getting somewhere and not just stumbling in the dark hoping to catch a lucky break,” Amber objected and wasn't going to move from her seat.
“You know what? That's fine. We'll come back for you when we get the car from the hotel,” Michelle settled for leaving Amber behind for the time, “What about you?” she asked Elisha who looked as tired as Amber.
“I don't know, I mean…there's no guarantees about getting out right away, so…I think I should stay to make sure Amber's fine,” Elisha answered somewhat reluctantly, but she didn't feel right about leaving Amber by herself.
“Let's cut the negotiations and just get the damn car, okay? Whoever wants to stay can stay, the rest will be back at the hotel,” Terry snapped at the women's indecision and walked out of the door once again followed by Michelle, Mandy, and Lindsay.
***
Terry and his entourage arrived at the hotel and circled around the back to the cars that hadn't disappeared along with the people. Unfortunately the doors were locked like they expected, so their only chance would be searching the crew's rooms. They walked to the hotel lobby and stopped to check the books what rooms everyone were in. Michelle immediately picked up the phone from the counter, but didn't get a tone.
“No tone, I guess the old phones are out too. It's like the dark ages around here,” Mitch smirked.
“We should probably grab the spare keys in case the doors are locked. I tried knocking on all of them this morning but didn't get an answer,” Terry went through the guest log and wrote down his crew's room numbers.
“There's probably a skeleton key somewhere, that would be the more useful option,” Michelle rationalized and stepped behind the counter. As she was going through the shelves for the key, Lindsay walked back and forth in the lobby like a nervous wreck afraid to look in any directions for what she might see there.
“Okay, I got all of them. Do we need to pick out every key?” Terry asked as Michelle pulled a key from under the desk.
“Nope, I think this'll do. Try it out first,” Mitch threw Terry the key and immediately walked into the hallway to test it out.
“Mitch…come over here,” Mandy whispered silent enough for Lindsay not to hear.
“What is it?”
“Look at Lindsay for a minute,” Mandy pointed at Lindsay who was breathing fast and rubbing her arms not just because she was freezing.
“It does look like she's on something. Should we just ask her?” Mitch immediately assumed Linds was on some kind of drug that was making her jittery like that, not knowing how wrong she was.
“I'm not sure how comfortable I feel about that. Let's just keep an eye on her for now, okay?” Mandy suggested.
“Yeah, that's probably for the best,” Mitch agreed and stepped back from the counter.
“Man, this place is really creeping me out,” Lindsay stuttered as she kept circling the room.
“Don't worry about it, we'll be out of here in no time. As soon as Terry comes back with the car keys we'll jump into the van and speed out of this miserable town without a scratch,” Michelle comforted Lindsay without knowing what horrors were still waiting for them in the streets.
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Chapter VIII - Death Comes Ripping
Echoes underwater; something banging against the side of the tub? The feeling of a hand on her throat choking her to death and a sharp pain below her stomach is imminent. She struggles to swim up to the surface, but this proves to be difficult. The water feels strange; it feels somewhat thicker and looks a lot murkier. It's not black, it's…blood red.
Hayden woke up and ascended from the bottom of the bathtub with haste and struggled to catch her breath. The smell in the room is sickening and the warm feeling on her skin is starting to make sense as she looks at the tub she is lying in; filled with bloody water.
Hayden screamed and stood up in hurry not noticing her condition at first, but then she glanced down between her legs she notices the flow of blood from her crotch.
“Wha…what is this?” Hayden said and after those words she noticed that she was getting lightheaded, and quickly all the remaining blood from her head rushed down to her legs and she fell backwards hitting her head on the sink rendering her completely unconscious.
Hayden's naked body lay there on the bathroom floor slowly bleeding empty from her cunt. Death had come over her. A shape dressed in black stepped into the room and looked over the 16-year-old body with sick glee, but at the same time a sense of duty and accomplishment.
“Filthy whore of Babylon…your salvation lies only in death, just like in the life of your unborn daughter that you decided to end even before she could breathe.”
“The adulterer will get his, also. He will soon join you on your trip through Hell. But now it's time to join the others, others like yourself.”
To be continued…
(MF,Mf,cons,oral,preg)
by Dark Genesis
Any kind of feedback is welcome; that's why we bother to write these things. Make a promise to yourself to comment on every story you read, even just to say that it sucked. At least we know someone read it.
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Anyone who has played Silent Hill or any of its sequels will notice that this story was heavily influenced by the series, they were the inspiration to sit my ass down in front of the computer and write this damned thing. But before you blame me for plagiarism, remember these immortal words from Joss Whedon:
“Great art doesn't come from inspiration; great art comes from something you saw before that worked.”
Disclaimer:
This fictional story is for people over 18 years old. It contains sexual encounters, graphic gratuitous violence, and very coarse language (not necessarily in that order). If you're not old enough or you feel like this story might offend you, you should stop reading now. Also, the personalities or sexual habits described by this story do not reflect the lives of these particular celebrities, remember that it is fiction.
Starring:
Michelle Trachtenberg, Hayden Panettiere, Amber Tamblyn, Elisha Cuthbert, Mandy Moore, Lindsay Lohan
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Chapter V - Abomination
Rain was slowly starting to come down on the small town of Morton, Oregon. The filming of a new horror movie had been delayed for the day because of the weather conditions; a raging storm was circling the area and didn't seem to be moving. What was strange about the town was the fact that the entire local population had disappeared overnight without a trace. Uneasy feelings had come over some of the actors who had gathered in the local bar to figure out what had happened, but Terry, the director, wasn't going to back down from finishing the picture that easily.
“You all should seriously calm down. It's true that we have no idea where the villagers are, but that also means for all we know they could be in the forest for an annual celebration of some kind. There's no reason to panic,” Terry tried to calm his cast down.
“The entire town disappeared, and you're telling us to relax? You're crazy!” Amber screamed at Terry nearly in tears.
“Amber, calm down,” Mandy walked to Amber and placed her hand on her friend's shoulder, “I know this looks weird, but it's probably just some old local tradition. How else could an entire town disappear?”
Amber turned to Mandy and started counting the ways, “How else? Umm, let's see…how about some epidemic, huh? Or maybe a…a…a natural disaster! Those clouds look pretty dense for a regular storm, right? Look at those things!” she pointed out the unnaturally formed clouds above the town that didn't seem to be moving even though the wind should be blowing them away.
“What do you suggest we do? We can't just sit here and wait for everyone to show up, right?” Elisha murmured sitting on a stool with her head lying against the counter, still heavily hung over after a night of drinking.
“Get out! Let's just leave, OK? Show of hands who wants to leave?” Amber raised her hand just as Michelle and Hayden walked in the door.
The only other person who lifted their hand was Elisha; she didn't want to be there in the first place, so this was the perfect opportunity to get out of the contract.
“What's going on?” Michelle asked as she walked the still somewhat shocked Hayden to a table.
“We're voting on leaving, you in?” Amber explained, but wasn't getting much support from anyone.
Mandy didn't deny being a little freaked out by what was going on, but Terry did seem to have a point about that they didn't know the traditions these people had. She didn't feel like abandoning the project for something that was most likely just a misunderstanding.
Lindsay stared at Amber's desperation to get out, but couldn't raise her hand because of the promise she had made to Terry. They had all agreed to appear in the film, and saying they were leaving now would be a slap in his face.
“I saw something,” Hayden said with agitation in her voice, “It was near the church, something…a puddle…a red puddle.”
“Okay! That's it!” Amber loudly declared and grabbed her coat from the counter, “You can stay here all you want, but I'm getting the fuck out of here!” she stormed out of the door into the freezing rain and thunder started roaring.
“Get back in here, will ya?” Terry yelled and Amber walked back in soaked. She wasn't able to go through with her plan of running to the hotel and grabbing one of the cars.
“Man…it's a hailstorm out there,” Amber walked to the counter and sat next to Elisha, “I'm gonna do it, just not yet…fortunately we did end up in here,” the brunette grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the counter and downed a mouthful.
“What about the crew, have you seen them around?” Lindsay asked.
“Nope, I checked the equipment in the hotel storage, though. It's all there, but no sign of the crew as of yet,” Terry answered not feeling too confident about the fact that the guys who were supposed to film this thing had disappeared too.
“How are we supposed to make a movie without the crew?” Mitch rationalized and walked to the door gazing outside, “Are the phones still out?”
“Yeah, but that's probably normal. I don't imagine this place having good reception on a normal day, much less a storm.” Terry mentioned that even their phones were useless down here.
“OK, let's backtrack a bit…has anyone seen anything weird? Other than the puddle, I mean,” Mandy asked and Hayden lifted her stare from the table.
“A puddle of blood…sheesh, does it get more obvious than that?” Amber mumbled to herself.
“It could have been something else,” Hayden said, “I could be wrong…it could have been oil or something.”
“OK, so that's good. Anything else?” Mandy asked again.
Lindsay's eyes glazed as she remembered her hallucinations about her monsters yesterday.
“Anything out of the ordinary, even the smallest thing…” Mandy thought out loud.
No…Lindsay couldn't blurt out that she was seeing monsters in whiskey glasses; she would be thrown into a hospital immediately. Besides, those monsters couldn't be real…could they?
“Right, if someone hasn't seen anything suspicious here, we shouldn't think this is something serious. Let's just find our crew and ask them whether they know anything about this, yeah?” Terry suggested.
“Mitch…what about that guy at the bar last night?” Lindsay remembered the man in the white suit.
Michelle's eyes lit up when she remembered Matt, who said he would be in the church if she needed him, “That's right! His name is Matthew, and I think he's the minister around here. I should check the church to see if he's still there.”
“That sounds like a good idea. The rest of us should probably start searching the streets for anyone else, agreed?” Terry asked without getting a very positive reaction.
Hayden looked at him frightened, and Elisha didn't seem to be in shape to lift her hand, much less start looking for someone in the storm.
“Hayden and Elisha should probably stay behind…is everyone else okay with the plan?” Mandy tried to get Amber and Lindsay in, but they didn't seem very enthusiastic.
“I'm not feeling too good…but I'll go if you need me to,” Lindsay replied and rubbed her eyes a bit, strung out from the hangover.
“You can look for Jimmy Hoffa for all I care, but I'm staying here with this bottle,” Amber informed that she wasn't going anywhere.
“Fine. Come on guys, let's go,” Terry said disappointedly and walked out of the bar with Michelle, Mandy, and the somewhat reluctant Lindsay.
The rain seemed to get stronger by the minute, being in the point where every drop almost felt like a razorblade. Mitch headed down the street to hopefully meet Matthew at the church. Lindsay, Mandy, and Terry walked the opposite direction toward the market. If the villagers had gone somewhere they had to have taken food with them.
***
Michelle walked in front of the church and looked at the darkening sky. It was amazing how quickly the sun had been covered and made the morning seem like late evening. A cold feeling crept up her back as she stepped in front of the door, as if something was watching her. She turned and glanced behind her, but didn't even see a flying leaf in the wind. There was one thing that she took note of; the puddle that Hayden had freaked out over before…it wasn't there anymore. They had seen a red puddle with rocks near the benches before, how could it just disappear if the town was empty? Maybe it was Matt who cleaned it up if he was in the church.
The church door made a loud creaking sound when Michelle stepped through the doorway, and the wind was quick to slam the door behind her. As she looked around for her new friend she had met last night she examined the room carefully trying to find some traces that the villagers might have left behind. There were only seven rows of benches in the room, which must have been enough for the locals who actually went to the church. The painting of Christ ascending from his grave decorated the wall opposite of the exit, under it on a table lay a bottle of wine and a cup.
“Matt?” Mitch raised her voice and walked down the center toward the painting, “It's Michelle from last night, remember?”
Weird sounds echoed in Michelle's head like static of some sort, but it was muffled. Approaching the altar she saw that the cup was filled with wine, or something else that looked like wine. Maybe someone had broken a bottle outside by accident and that had caused the puddle? That still didn't explain the rocks, though…
“Michelle?” Matt appeared out of nowhere and called out, “I'm glad you could come. I was hoping we could talk,” he walked up to her seeming to have come from the cellar door in the corner.
“Yeah, it's probably not what you think, though. Do you know where everyone has gone? The entire town's completely deserted,” Michelle confronted Matt who didn't seem too upset about the news.
“I hear it happens sometimes. Unfortunately I don't know where the people go, or why; they just go,” Matt answered, but didn't satisfy Mitch's curiosity.
“Is that right? It must be just me then, but I think it's extremely creepy that an entire town could disappear overnight, don't you?” Michelle insisted that Matt knew something she didn't.
Matthew smiled, walked to the table, and picked up the cup, “These small towns have traditions, things that outsiders wouldn't know about, or sometimes even understand. I think they've just went away for a while. They'll come back eventually, they always do.”
“That answer is more than vague, and furthermore it makes me think that you do know where the villagers went. Our entire crew is missing, too,” Michelle sat down on the table and tried to keep eye contact with Matt who stared into the cup of wine.
“Maybe they went along out of curiosity, maybe they were frightened by the sudden change in weather and left? I wouldn't know,” Matt didn't stray from his words of confusion.
“So you're saying you have no idea where everyone went?” Mitch asked as the final confirmation and chance for Matt to give a straight answer.
“I haven't a clue. But don't worry, all of them are good God-fearing people; the Lord will guide them where ever they are headed,” Matt's words sounded preachy, but was he a priest?
“Fine, keep saying that if you want,” Mitch let go of the conversation a little frustrated, but tried to fish more information out of him, “So, you and your…partner are traveling priests or something?”
“We're not priests, but we do spread the Lord's word and do his bidding, yes.”
“Where is he? I haven't seen him around.”
“He's around, but he doesn't show himself to certain people. He has…his calling is slightly different from mine.”
“Certain people? What's that supposed to mean, huh?” Michelle got agitated about the indirect indication that she was a person that a man of cloth wouldn't want to deal with.
“Perhaps I misspoke…he does help any person who is in need of his aid, but only when it's their time to be aided,” Matt answered, but saw in Michelle's eyes that she wasn't letting go of the certain people comment, “You are what he might call…promiscuous, much like your friends back at the bar.”
“Another fancy word for slut. You don't even know me, and your partner sure as hell doesn't know me! How can you judge people like that?” Michelle complained, and as she stood there in skintight jeans, a blue jacket, and a strapless white top barely covering her chest. Matt ran his eyes all the way from her feet up to her eyes.
“You dress like this outside, you show up in the house of God like this, and you dress even less when you scour your world of sin for pleasures of the flesh. The Lord doesn't want you to do this, and yet you do. My partner will eventually stand face to face with you, but not in the manner that I do. His mission is to purify your body of these desires,” Matthew calmly stated.
“Is that what you think God wants of us? You don't know anything about Him, then. If you think I'm promiscuous you should take a look outside your perfect bubble that you're living in. He just wants us to be happy, and you are the kind of person that gives Him a bad name!” Michelle strenuously replied, but didn't get a rise out of Matt.
“But I do know what He wants of us. You and your kind have twisted his words and his will into your perverted existence so you can feel better about whoring yourself to other impure creatures and move onto the next one. You disgust him, His own children doing these things…the things He has forbidden since he created this place.”
“Right, that's your perception, not mine.”
“Exactly, your perception, but not His will,” Matt kept insisting that Mitch's idea of God was wrong.
“You're a guy in your 20s, right? If you stand there telling me that you've never even wanted to touch a woman everyone knows that you're lying,” Michelle attempted to turn his words against him, thinking that he must feel attraction to women.
“Your assumption of my desires is as far off as your calculation about my age. My soul doesn't crave flesh like yours does.”
Michelle paused for a second and stared at Matt with intentions of breaking him, “I wasn't talking about your soul,” she slid off her jacket nearly pulling down her top in the process, and pressed her body against Matt's, “Your body wants to, doesn't it?”
“What the body wants is not important; it's the soul that needs to stay strong. By doing what you do now you're proving that you're no child of God. You're filthy, twisted, and most importantly godless,” Matt wasn't too impressed with Michelle's flirtation.
“Oh? I'm filthy, is that it…bad, dirty girl? Maybe you could give me a lesson?” Mitch attempted to seduce Matt and slowly slid her top down hoping he would glance down at what was pressing against his chest.
“You're dangerously close for me not to help you. If you go any further I'll have to pass the responsibility of turning you in the right path to my partner,” Matt kept his eyes firmly on Michelle's eyes, not even thinking about looking down where her puffy and perky nipples were rubbing against him.
“You wanna bring in a third person? Uh, you're kind of kinky for a man of God…that's okay, I can take you both at the same time if you want,” Michelle teased him, waiting for just one kiss that would prove her point. In all other remarks she was bluffing; she wasn't going to have sex with this guy any more that this partner of his that she hadn't even met. Her loyalty was still with Shawn, but bringing this holier-than-thou man down from the sky might not only help find out what was going on, but maybe he wouldn't be one of those people that denied people the feeling of pleasure.
Matt just stood there still while Michelle kept goading him to do something, “Come on, you know you want to. In fact I feel that you want to. Not in your soul, but in you pants,” she grabbed the bulge in his pants and gave it a gentle rub while grabbing his hand and placing it on her left breast, “Just squeeze it for me, just a little bit.”
“You can say anything you want, but my promise to the Lord protects my spirit from your temptations. You've proven that you're beyond my help now,” Matt shook his head, but didn't back off from Michelle.
“Maybe he could show me a thing or two, then? Call him here…you can be in the front, he'll be behind. Or would you like to switch?” Mitch took it one step further and gave him a soft kiss on the lips, “That's what you want, isn't it? You want this,” she took a hold of Matt's hands and placed them against her small butt, “You've wanted to do that ever since you read about Sodom and Gomorra, haven't you? Deep inside you've wanted to do all those things that they did just to know what all the fuss is about. Well, let me tell you,” she pulled down her jeans and Matt's hands were left against the bare, pale skin, her crack covered by the black thong that was jammed deep between her firm buttocks, “It's warm, tight, and the closest thing to heaven you'll ever get.”
“Wrong, it's the closest you'll get to heaven, Michelle. I'll pray for you,” Matt replied.
“Ah, but you won't start praying now, will you? We could still do something…right here on this table,” Mitch guided Matt's finger inside her panties and pushed it down against her puckered hole, taking it a little further than she had planned, but Shawn wasn't going to find out either way, so why not go as far as she could without actually cheating.
“What do you think you can accomplish by doing this?” Matt asked, still not affected by Michelle's behavior.
“I want to show you what you really want and that it's not a bad thing. You'll like it, I promise,” Michelle felt herself getting feverish when she pressed Matt's fingers against her.
Trying to appear as calm as Matt, Michelle took his other hand away from her buttock and placed it in her crotch, forcing his fingers inside the black fabric and up against her swollen lips. He felt the short hairs against his fingers on the moistening skin between this girl's legs, the small snatch eager to perform sins of the flesh.
“Which one do you want first?” Michelle asked him, now the smile wiped off her face by desire to actually sleep with this man, “Or maybe you want to just stand and…let me take care of it?” she licked her lips while pushing Matt's left hand fingers inside her pussy and his right hand index finger into her ass.
Matt wasn't saying anything now; he just stared Mitch down with an accusing look, but he still wasn't resisting. The thought of Shawn back home had almost been erased from her mind, but she couldn't just have this guy fuck her without feeling guilty. A blowjob wouldn't be as bad, right? Definitely not.
“Okay, Matt. I'll do you a favor this time, but next time…you'll have to put effort in it,” Mitch smiled and removed Matt's fingers from her.
Mitch got down on her knees and pulled Matt's pants down along with his underwear. She gazed at the member in front of her with delight and looked up at the man who hadn't taken his eyes off her as her lips touched the red head.
Matt's breathing did get heavier the more Mitch sank his rod into her warm mouth, but outside that he didn't have a reaction. She decided to put a stop to that, “Does that feel good, baby? Watch this,” in a second the six inches sank deep into her throat with a quick slurp, and it worked; Matt's legs shook a bit as the greedy mouth devoured him with enthusiasm.
The cock twitched inside Michelle's mouth as her head started bobbing back and forth, making her curly and brown hair sway back and forth as she worked Matt with delight.
Quickly Mitch pulled her head back and gasped for air as the saliva-covered prick waved in front of her eyes. Being a man of not having sex with anyone he couldn't take this for much longer she thought, but she wasn't going to swallow, so she'd have to be careful.
“Last one, Matt. You ready?” Mitch looked up at Matt with her jaw glistening in the light and she dove back in.
Michelle rolled the shaft around in her mouth and tightly gripped the base with her lips and slowly pulled her head back, and when reached the tip she felt it throbbing for the last time.
Matt let out a grunt as the jets of cum started spurting out of his dick with force, landing on Michelle's pale neck, her chin, and her breasts.
Although she hadn't gotten the right type of reaction out of Matt, Michelle had to just let go. He wasn't telling her anything for some odd reason, maybe because she was what God would call promiscuous.
“Well, that was fun wasn't it?” Mitch smiled and grabbed the cigarettes from her jacket on the floor.
“You've condemned yourself to hell, Michelle. You can just hope that you can sway my partner to spare your existence,” Matt stated and pulled his pants up.
“Not just me, honey. You didn't seem to put up much of a fight, did ya?” Michelle pointed out and lit up.
“He will forgive me, for it is my mission to catch all of you sinners and tempt you to test your faith. Yours has broken.”
“So you're the snake,” Michelle nodded her head at Matt who obviously was out of his mind, “Maybe you'd like to come to the bar with me. There's some other people who'd like to ask you some questions.”
“Oh, I'll join you later, I promise. Right now I have some business to conduct, and some negotiations to run through whether to save your soul,” Matt coldly said and started walking towards the cellar.
Michelle watched as the man disappeared into the dark corner. He had basically threatened to kill her, she just realized. Could he be serious, though? He wouldn't be crazy enough to actually attack her…although these religious nutjobs seemed dangerous enough without making threats he had even made a viable death threat. What about this partner of his that he keeps talking about? If he was equally nuts as this guy it would be better just to leave town. Could it be that they were responsible for emptying out the locals?
***
Across town near the old school Mandy, Lindsay, and Terry were desperately trying to find some signs of life. They had tried shouting, leaving notes on walls, and knocking on every door, but hadn't found anyone. The more they walked the dirty streets back and forth the more they started to get used to the idea that something was very wrong here.
“Anybody out there?” Lindsay cried out.
“I think that's hurting my ear more than actually helping, Linds,” Terry cringed and knocked on the school door.
“Is it locked like everything else?” Mandy asked.
Terry tried the handle, “Yeah, nothing's open. This would support the theory that they've just gone somewhere for a while.”
“Oh, Christ!” Lindsay cursed, “Come on, already! There's gotta be something seriously fucked up here, just like Amber said.”
“Okay, let's assume that…what then? We can't just leave without finding out what happened to the crew, can we?” Terry asked a valid question.
Lindsay just shook her head and sat on the stairs in fatigue, Mandy tried to call Amber but the cell phones still weren't working, the storm was still rumbling above them, and the rain was starting to come down stronger again.
“I think we should just abandon this place right now and come back to look for the crew later when we have more people. Maybe just drive outside of town to call the police, or something,” Lindsay suggested.
“Terry, I'm all for finding the crew as soon as possible but she does have a point. We could just drive somewhere with reception and call for help,” Mandy agreed with Lindsay.
“Shit,” Terry kicked the door tried to look through the windows to see anything helpful, “I hate to say it, but you're right,” he quickly jumped down from the stairs and was about the head back to the bar.
“Hold on, dude! I gotta rest for a second,” Lindsay complained and rubbed her feet.
“Do you know how to get back to the bar?” Terry asked seeming to be in a hurry.
“I remember, don't worry about it. You go on ahead, we'll just rest here for a minute,” Mandy said and sat down next to Lindsay.
“Okay, I'm gonna check the hotel one more time just to make sure none of the guys have come back yet,” Terry nodded and ran around the corner, leaving Mandy and Lindsay in the dark street with cold rain.
“Can you believe this shit?” Lindsay pulled out a tissue and blew her nose; her thin jacket wasn't providing that much protection from the water and wind.
“It's pretty strange, yeah,” Mandy agreed and wrapped her arms around her legs trying to stay warm, “Not just the disappearing act, but this whole town itself is really creeping me out. I mean every single building with these…windows and no lights. Just pitch black rooms in every single house.”
Lindsay took her eyes off the dirt road and laid her eyes on the building in front of them that seemed to be a wooden, two-story apartment complex, even the architecture looked like something from the 1800s. Small towns don't need big advancements; they don't need to keep up with times.
“I wonder where Zach is…he didn't get a chance to call before we entered the dead zone,” Mandy pulled out the picture of her and Zach in the beach from the pocket of the denim jacket, “He was supposed to kiss me goodbye before I left…but he was gone in the morning.”
“Shit happens, girl. You just can't trust men to do one thing right,” Lindsay tried to comfort her, but was quickly distracted by one of the windows across the street.
“I've actually thought about leaving him…before he leaves me, you know?” Mandy stared at the picture where both of them seemed happier than ever, not a care in the world, “It's just so hard sometimes, not just the being away from each other part, but…the being together part, too. I guess that's the hardest, huh?”
Lindsay couldn't concentrate on Mandy's problems right now; she had other things to worry about. Like that hideous creature that she had seen in her nightmare and the whiskey glass…the abomination that was staring at her from the window on the other side of the street. She had frozen the moment she saw it again, those white eyeballs gazing at her and the sickening green-toothed mouth grinning with menace. She had to be hallucinating, a monster like that could never exist.
“You're here now…just like you were supposed to.”
“You'll stay here just like the rest of us…forever.”
The whispers ran through Lindsay's head again, this time in real life again, not in a dream. Fear was overwhelming her up to the point where she wanted to scream and run as far as she could, but her body felt completely paralyzed to do anything. What did it want? Why was it haunting her?
“Linds?” Mandy shook Lindsay's shoulder when she noticed her daze, “Lindsay, are you feeling alright?”
Lindsay quickly recovered when she noticed that the creature had disappeared again and jerked a bit when Mandy touched her, “What? Yeah, I guess I'm okay…we should probably head back.”
“Yeah, if you're not too tired,” Mandy agreed and stood up with Lindsay.
“Nah, I'm good. Let's just go.”
*** ***
Chapter VI - Safe House
Michelle walked into the bar where she saw Amber stacking up chairs and tables next to the door.
“What the hell are you doing?” Michelle asked as Amber stumbled around drunk with the furniture.
“I'm getting roadblocks…yeah, no…not roadblocks, uh…barricades! That's the one,” Amber groaned lifting the heavy table against the rest of the stuff.
“What's a barricade gonna help? Especially next to the door instead of in front of it?” Michelle asked.
Amber gave Mitch a confused look and then the stack of tables and chairs, “It's uh…we can move it when everyone gets here. That's my story and I'm sticking to it!” Amber placed the last table on the pile and suddenly fell down on her ass, “Whoa! There's something in the air here that's making people dizzy. Remember Elisha fell down last night? Same shit happened to me a few seconds ago.”
“Where is Elisha? And Hayden too for that matter,” Michelle tried to interrogate the drunken Amber who seemed to have had more than a bottle of whiskey judging by the two bottles on the bar counter; one empty, one half full.
“Well…well, Elisha's in the back on the couch…laying on the couch…on her back…Hayden? Where the fuck did Hayden go?” Amber stumbled back up and took a look around the room.
“Amber, where did Hayden go? This is important,” Michelle insisted, she was obviously feeling worried about the young girl.
“Relax, I know where she went. She went back to her room to get some clothes, and should be back in no time! After the bath, yeah…she said she might take a bath…you want a drink? The whole bar's open today, free of charge!” Amber jumped over the counter hitting her knee on it, but still getting up with some use of her legs.
“No thanks, I think I had enough last night. Besides, this situation doesn't really make me feel like drinking,” Michelle sat down on a stool.
“Really? It makes me wanna drink,” Amber stated and took a mouthful from the bottle.
Michelle observed as Amber swallowed the booze and leaned against the counter with a stern look on her face…right up until the point she bent over and vomited on the floor.
“Oopsie…I think I made a bit of a mess back here,” Amber said and spit the remains from her mouth on the floor.
“I don't wanna know, I'm gonna go check on Elisha,” Mitch decided not to bend over the counter to see what Amber had eaten earlier, and headed to the back room where Elisha supposedly was.
“Dude, check this out! I found a nickel!”
Elisha was lying on the couch peacefully with her eyes closed, but not asleep. She opened her eyes a bit to see Michelle walk into the room instead of Amber and closed them again.
“Did you find that white-suited rapist?” Elisha groaned.
“Yeah, but he wasn't too helpful,” Mitch answered and sat on the chair next to the couch.
Painkillers and various snacks lay on the table in front of the couch; at least ten unfinished bags of miscellaneous junk food and a glass of water.
“Bad hangover?” Mitch asked with some humor in her intentions.
“Geez, did you come up with that one by yourself? Christ…I think I've never felt this shitty in my entire life. Even the painkillers aren't working,” Elisha sat up reluctantly.
“So, Hayden went back to the hotel?” Mitch decided to confirm that Amber wasn't just talking out of her ass.
“Yeah, she needed some stuff from her room. Terry and the guys aren't back yet, are they?”
“Didn't see them, I guess they're making a thorough search. I doubt it'll make a difference,” Michelle grabbed a bag of peanuts and started munching, “Matt said that all the villagers are gone, including our crew, but he wouldn't tell me where.”
“What the hell? He knows something that he's not telling?” Elisha looked confused and leaned her head back against the wall.
“I think so, but I couldn't pump it out of him, I guess we'll just have to leave and call the police,” Michelle shrugged her shoulders.
“That might be a good idea. All these people must be out of their minds to leave the entire town empty, with no police and all,” Elisha rationalized.
Michelle decided not to tell Elisha about the threat Matt had made earlier, it would have only made matters worse for everyone. Inciting panic would be a bad call especially since the most freaked out person was drunk on top of her randomly combusting personality.
***
Hayden was looking through her closet for the warmest clothes she could find. Unfortunately she hadn't predicted what the weather was going to be, so she was running low on sweaters.
The rain crackled against the window as steps echoed in the hallway. At first it scared Hayden, but the hope that it could be one of the crewmembers gave her some hope. She quickly threw on a long t-shirt and ran to the door where the footsteps had stopped. As she opened the door she was startled by the sight in front of her; a completely drenched man heaving in the hall.
“Miss, you seem to have a small problem,” The man growled.
Hayden backed off and smiled, “Oh really, mister? What kind of a problem would that be?”
“You're way too cute to be left into a hotel all by yourself,” Terry playfully growled and stepped into the room closing Hayden in his arms with a kiss.
“I thought you'd never come back. I told the guys I'd pick up some clothes and take a bath,” Hayden smiled and pulled the wet coat off Terry.
“Bad girls tell lies, Hayde. Maybe you need a little lesson,” Terry smiled and started kissing Hayden's neck.
“Wait, Terry,” Hayden pulled back, “Did you find out what's going on here?”
Terry sighed shook his head, “Just some local celebration in the woods or something, nothing to worry about. We'll leave once everyone gets back to the bar, okay? That doesn't leave us with much time, does it?” he knew that this might be his last chance to score with this young girl who had a boyfriend and a successful career, and once she'd figure out what a waste of space he was she wouldn't even look at him.
“Come on, do you really think this is the right time?” Hayden asked as Terry removed his wet shirt and approached her again.
“What better time? The entire town's gone, the guys are at the bar…don't you want to?” Terry tried to convince her.
“Yeah, I do, but...” Hayden was having doubts.
“It's not Adam is it? Adam, the guy who can't even come close to you without creaming his pants?” Terry laughed and placed his hands on Hayden's shoulders.
“No, it's not him. I just think something's not right, I feel really anxious,” Hayden said nervously and Terry bent down to kiss her.
“Sweetie, there's no better way to take the edge off. What do you say?” Terry wasn't nearly finished with his unromantic one-liners.
“Uhm…okay,” Hayden nodded and started kissing Terry back.
Terry stuck his tongue inside Hayden's mouth who was trying to get as intimate as possible with him, but he was turning it into more animalistic than she wanted it to be.
“Go slow, okay?” Hayden managed murmur when Terry wasn't blocking her mouth.
“Yeah, yeah…” Terry couldn't care less what this little bitch wanted of him; he just wanted to feel how that 16-year-old pussy felt like.
Terry kept grabbing Hayden's perky, little bosom over the shirt and was eager to get rid of her shirt as soon as possible. He slowly pushed the girl back on the bed, and as she fell on it he pulled the white cotton off her body, revealing those round boobs to him in all their glory.
“Come over to the edge,” Terry commanded and Hayden nervously moved her butt down to the edge of the bed.
After a quick kiss on the lips, Terry immediately moved down on Hayden's body and stopped to worship the small globes on her chest with his tongue. He gyrated his tongue around the ring of her left nipple and gave it a gentle suckle while squeezing her right tit almost too hard.
Hayden let out a small yelp when Terry tugged on her nipple with his teeth, and he was just about done with the cockteasing; he was going down to her nether regions.
“Lift your butt, sweetie,” Terry mouthed and Hayden did as ordered.
With ease Terry slid the panties off Hayden and threw them on the floor. In front of him was his version of paradise; a tight slit that hadn't seen every other cock in the country yet. His tongue started exploring her insides eagerly, bringing the taste of her juices into his mouth. All he needed to do was get her sufficiently wet so he wouldn't completely destroy her, although he did get some pleasure watching this girl squirm at the touch of his tongue.
Terry pulled out a bit and rolled his tongue against Hayden's clit, his nose sinking into the small landing strip above that little cunt that was begging for some hard cock in it. With small flicks he made her coo in delight until she was ready to burst, her little lips were swelling every second he spent cleaning the blonde's snatch with her tongue, and his jaw was getting soaked with 16-year-old's juice.
“Ah, Hayden baby…you taste so good down here,” Terry tried to slip in a few compliments so she wouldn't feel like abused.
“Terry…” Hayden breathed when her body shook in orgasm accompanied by shrieking.
This was enough, Terry thought, and gave Hayden's clit one last lick before getting up and dropping his pants.
Hayden was still in a bit of a shock so she didn't notice when Terry lifted her higher on the bed and prepared to enter her. The hot cockhead was rubbing against her pussylips to get some of that juice on it so everything would go nice and smooth, and without commendable self control Terry pushed his bare dick into Hayden's horny slit.
“Wait, wait, Terry…stop,” Hayden gasped when she felt the member sliding in and out of her without any protection.
“What is it, baby?” Terry asked but didn't stop fucking her.
“You got a condom?” Hayden asked worried about what might happen.
“Don't worry, sweetie, I don't have anything. I've done this before, I'll pull out when I'm done,” Terry grunted feeling the tight walls of Hayden's pussy closing his shaft deep inside her.
“Okay, be careful,” Hayden placed her hands on Terry's back and pulled him closer to her body.
Hayden's legs were high up in the air as Terry kept spreading them and pumping her pussy with a satisfied look on his face.
Hayden wasn't feeling the same way about this as Terry, she thought she could actually have an older boyfriend who she could sleep with more than once, but it started becoming clear to her that this wasn't going to happen.
“Oh, you little bitch…how do you like that, huh?” Terry asked as he pushed his seven inches deep into her cavity.
“Oh yeah, I like it, I like it…” Hayden smiled even though she wasn't going to have him for a boyfriend; she still enjoyed a nice, hard dick inside her.
Harder and harder Terry kept fucking Hayden until he had to pull out to stop for a second before he would finish too early. That hadn't happened in a long time, maybe it was the fact that this pussy was just so tight that its mission in life was to squeeze the last piece of juice out of dicks like his.
“Did you come already?” Hayden asked not seeing what was going on between her legs.
“Not yet, baby. Come over here,” Terry rose to his knees and turned Hayden over on her belly, “Taste your pussy.”
“Terry…come on,” Hayden wasn't too eager to taste his cock after it had ravaged her insides for a good ten minutes.
“Just try it, please?” Terry smiled and stroked her long, blonde hair.
“Fine,” Hayden agreed since this was just a one time thing.
Taking the tip in her mouth and rolling her tongue around it, Hayden kept Terry still with her hand squeezing his balls while she worked the helmet. The expression on this man's face was indescribable when this hot, little teen queen was sucking on his dick that had just been inside her hot snatch and was covered in its fluid.
“Oh, fuck!” Terry yelled and quickly pulled Hayden's head away from his cock; he almost came again.
“You want me to just jerk you off?” Hayden suggested.
“No fucking way, just turn around and lay on your side,” Terry gasped and tried to calm down.
Hayden did what he told once more and got on her side while Terry grabbed her legs keeping them on his side when he penetrated her once again. His balls slapped against her thigh as he kept increasing his speed, now staring at the beautiful sight of a virgin ass in front of him.
Trying to experience that side of Hayden too, Terry gave his middle finger a lick and placed it on the girl's butthole. Unfortunately she was quick to remove his hand from her ass indicating that she wasn't going there. This made him want to fuck this arrogant, little whore even harder. Who was she to tell him that he couldn't fuck that little teenage ass?
Terry yelled as he took a strong hold of Hayden's hips and thrust himself inside her like a freight train. The warm walls felt like they were going to give in at any point, but the look on the girl's face kept saying that she wanted more. He grinned and started spanking the little, firm ass.
“Oh yeah, spank me! Harder, Terry, harder!” Hayden cried out.
“Ohhhh! Oh yeah! You want it hard, bitch?” Terry yelled and slapped Hayden's ass even harder.
“That's what I want, I want you to slap me,” Hayden was just getting into it when he felt something in her pussy.
“Wait, wait…oh, shit!” Terry tried to pull out quickly but in the heat of passion he hadn't realized that he had just shot couple of jets of cum inside Hayden.
“Ohhhhh, fuck!” Terry yelled and jerked his cock shooting the rest of his jizz all over Hayden's butt.
Hayden looked at Terry in horror of what had just happened, “What the fuck was that?” she screamed and pulled away from him.
“It was an accident! I didn't mean to,” Terry tried to explain himself as he stood up and tried to brush the whole incident off.
“What the hell? What the…what the FUCK?” Hayden jumped up and ran to the bathroom to clean up.
“Relax, okay? You didn't get much of it,” Terry tried to calm her down.
“Much of it? Are you out of your fucking mind? What if I get pregnant, Terry? Huh? Answer me!” Hayden screamed as she wiped the cum off her buttocks.
“Shut up! You won't get pregnant, I promise,” Terry pulled up his pants and sat back down on the bed and sighed.
Hayden was completely quiet in the bathroom. For a few minutes the room was completely silent, only the sound of rain came through the window.
“If there's any trouble, I'll take care of it, okay?” Terry accepted the responsibility of paying for an abortion if needed.
“Oh, no! There isn't going to be an abortion!” Hayden stepped out of the bathroom, “If I get pregnant, you're gonna have to take care of both me and the baby.”
“You're insane! We can't have a kid, you're 16 years old, they'd put me in jail!” Now Terry got agitated.
“Maybe you should have thought about that before you decided to fuck me without a rubber!” Hayden snapped at him and put on the shirt that Terry had thrown on the floor.
“Okay, that's it! I'm getting the fuck out of here. I'll meet you at the bar,” Terry got his shirt and his jacket and stormed to the doorway, “Oh, and not a word about this to anyone, right Hayden?”
Hayden didn't reply, she just sat there on the bed still not believing what had happened.
“Hayden? You'd better not fuck around with me on this one!” Terry raised his voice.
“I know, just get the fuck out!” Hayden yelled and Terry didn't have to hear that twice to leave.
The situation wasn't as horrible as Hayden had led Terry to believe; she did carry morning-after ***** just in case something like this would happen. The fight was more about giving him a scare for just wanting to take advantage of her.
“Fucking idiot,” Hayden cursed Terry and grabbed her purse from the floor and started going through it.
Taking the pill was a big deal for her; what if there was something growing inside her; something living, her own flesh and blood? It would kill her child, like a mistake of a one-night stand.
Soon Hayden had the package in her hand and was all set to consume the pill. She opened it and took the pill in her hand and stared at it with some doubt in her head. What other option did she have? Wait to see if she did get pregnant and did have to get an abortion? She wouldn't let that happen.
Hayden walked into the bathroom and downed the pill with a glass of water.
“Now's probably a good time for that bath.”
*** ***
Chapter VII - Dead Zone
Amber and Elisha were sitting in the back room of the bar sobering up, and both had been cut off by Michelle so they would be in shape to leave when they needed to.
“What the hell is going on?” Amber moaned feeling the headache starting to kick in.
“They were talking about leaving, finally,” Elisha informed Amber that her previous suggestion was now the plan.
“Great, they couldn't figure that out when I wasn't so split-headed?”
“I think they'll bring one big car to drive us all to the next town, it could be dangerous to travel alone,” Elisha sighed and placed her head against Amber's shoulder.
“Well, they'd better bring an RV because I can't even sit straight right now.”
Michelle rushed in and was faced with a rather peculiar sight; Amber drooling on Elisha's hair and Elisha resting her hand in Amber's crotch, obviously not noticing it right then and there.
“What the hell are you doing?” Michelle wondered and the girls looked at each other.
“What do you mean? We're sleepy, is that against the law?” Amber groaned with drool running down her chin, “Maybe we should just…hey---y, what the hell are you doing?” she noticed Elisha's hand on her crotch when she tried to adjust position.
“Oh, sorry,” Elisha noticed her hand in the wrong place and quickly pulled it back not feeling too embarrassed.
“Listen guys, Mandy and Lindsay came back, so Terry and Hayden will be here in a few minutes or so. I suggest you get up and try to act somewhat respectful,” Michelle said tiredly and walked back to the bar.
“Hey, we're respectful! When the fuck aren't we respectful…whore,” Amber yelled muffling that last word just enough for Michelle not to hear it.
Lindsay stood against the counter and eyed the bottles on it half expecting that she'd see something strange in them again, but lucky for her state of mind those thoughts didn't come to happen. Mandy was trying to figure out what the enormous stack of furniture was for, but wasn't able to come up with a rational explanation for it.
“Hey guys, you didn't happen to find anything?” Michelle asked and walked up to the soaked girls who had just returned from their search.
“Nothing, not a living soul left in here. Amber was right; we should have just left in the first place when we noticed,” Mandy shook her head.
“So…I guess this is it. We'll leave right when Terry and Hayden come back?” Lindsay asked and sat on the counter.
“Yeah, it looks like it. What a bummer, huh? We didn't even get to finish one scene,” Michelle looked disappointed and thought what a useless, incoherent thing blowing Matt was. If she had known that they'd leave like this she would have just walked away.
“How's Elisha doing? She wasn't looking too good when we left,” Mandy worried about Elisha who had been right next to her deathbed when they decided to sweep the town.
“She's fine. Amber is in worse condition than she was yesterday, apparently she took a little more than little to cope with the boredom and now she's ready to keel over,” Michelle reported the drunk-status of the day.
“Everyone's getting drunk while for all we know our crew's been massacred somewhere by…monsters from the lake, or something,” Lindsay tried to channel her hallucinations into her words in case the others had seen the same thing, but still keeping it somewhat vague so she wouldn't seem crazy.
“I think knowing that the lake had monsters in it that killed all the villagers at this point would be better than not knowing anything. The suspense is killing me,” Mandy sighed.
“I'd like to think otherwise, since we'd be their next victims. I'm gonna go with the theory that there's some weird ritual going on in the woods that we don't know about, and the crew just decided to follow the locals to check out what was going on,” Mitch suggested.
“Yeah, they got into the ritual and were sacrificed to some demon god, or whatever these people worship,” Lindsay moaned, “Can someone try the phone again? Maybe the storm's subsided enough to get a call through.”
Mandy dug her phone out, but didn't get any more results than before, “Damn…aren't there old-fashioned phones around here?”
“I didn't see one, hold on…” Michelle walked to the back room to check one more time, but didn't see a phone, “Nope, nothing here. The hotel should definitely have one, maybe we should stop by there on our way out?”
Amber sluggishly got up from the couch with Elisha and walked to the bar in hopes for a small remedy, “How's about a little drink to even out the tension, huh? It could be good for you, and I know it's gonna be good for me!” Amber said and sat on a stool leaning her head on the counter.
“I think it's better we don't drink anything at least before Terry gets here, okay?” Mitch suggested, and on that note Terry walked in through the door.
“He----y, Terry! Perfect timing,” Amber cheered up immediately and reached for a bottle but was slapped back on her chair by Elisha who had also decided not to have any more.
“Right, umm…did you guys explain the situation?” Terry asked Mandy and Lindsay.
“Yeah, our only option is to abandon this place and call for help when we get out of the zone,” Mandy went through the plan one more time.
“Did you see Hayden? Apparently she said she went back to the hotel for a change and bath,” Lindsay inquired worried about Hayden's condition.
“Yeah, she was in her room. It'll take a while before she gets back here, though. Let's just find a nice big car and cruise out of here,” Terry suggested, but apparently he wasn't getting off so easy.
“Was she still freaking out? She was more than upset after seeing that puddle…did anyone ever figure out what that was, by the way?” Lindsay asked.
“I think it was just a broken wine bottle from the church. Someone must've dropped it on their way to wherever the people went,” Michelle tried to comfort the girls and her own mind by giving an answer she wasn't too sure about.
“That's good enough for me, should we get going?” Elisha got up eagerly wanting to leave.
“Maybe we should wait for the storm to pass? It's gonna be hell trying to find a big enough car in this weather, right?” Amber's laziness took over and all of the sudden she didn't want to go anywhere.
“We'll grab one of the vans the crew drove in with and leave the cameras behind. That should give us enough room to get all of us out of here with one car, yeah?” Terry's plan was the only way out since they weren't at the point of stealing a car.
“What about the keys? Do you think the crew has those with them, or did they leave them to the hotel?” Mandy exposed a small flaw in the plan.
“Shit, that's right…I should have checked them back at the hotel, but I didn't think about that. Let's just go back there and look through the rooms, maybe they did leave the keys behind,” Terry kept fixing his thought.
“We should check for a phone there while we're at it. This time we should all go together so we won't get separated again, okay? Amber, you okay to leave?” Lindsay asked the girl who was pushing hangover sweat by the gallons.
“I'm not going anywhere since we don't have guarantees that we'll even get the car. If you manage to find one you can come pick me up here,” Amber groaned and seemed to collapse on the counter.
“Oh, for fuck's sake! Let's just go together and we don't have to drive around town picking people up,” Lindsay demanded that Amber would get her lazy butt up from that chair and follow them.
“Fuck you, bitch! You can go rip yourself a new one in that storm, but I'm not going anywhere until I know we're getting somewhere and not just stumbling in the dark hoping to catch a lucky break,” Amber objected and wasn't going to move from her seat.
“You know what? That's fine. We'll come back for you when we get the car from the hotel,” Michelle settled for leaving Amber behind for the time, “What about you?” she asked Elisha who looked as tired as Amber.
“I don't know, I mean…there's no guarantees about getting out right away, so…I think I should stay to make sure Amber's fine,” Elisha answered somewhat reluctantly, but she didn't feel right about leaving Amber by herself.
“Let's cut the negotiations and just get the damn car, okay? Whoever wants to stay can stay, the rest will be back at the hotel,” Terry snapped at the women's indecision and walked out of the door once again followed by Michelle, Mandy, and Lindsay.
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Terry and his entourage arrived at the hotel and circled around the back to the cars that hadn't disappeared along with the people. Unfortunately the doors were locked like they expected, so their only chance would be searching the crew's rooms. They walked to the hotel lobby and stopped to check the books what rooms everyone were in. Michelle immediately picked up the phone from the counter, but didn't get a tone.
“No tone, I guess the old phones are out too. It's like the dark ages around here,” Mitch smirked.
“We should probably grab the spare keys in case the doors are locked. I tried knocking on all of them this morning but didn't get an answer,” Terry went through the guest log and wrote down his crew's room numbers.
“There's probably a skeleton key somewhere, that would be the more useful option,” Michelle rationalized and stepped behind the counter. As she was going through the shelves for the key, Lindsay walked back and forth in the lobby like a nervous wreck afraid to look in any directions for what she might see there.
“Okay, I got all of them. Do we need to pick out every key?” Terry asked as Michelle pulled a key from under the desk.
“Nope, I think this'll do. Try it out first,” Mitch threw Terry the key and immediately walked into the hallway to test it out.
“Mitch…come over here,” Mandy whispered silent enough for Lindsay not to hear.
“What is it?”
“Look at Lindsay for a minute,” Mandy pointed at Lindsay who was breathing fast and rubbing her arms not just because she was freezing.
“It does look like she's on something. Should we just ask her?” Mitch immediately assumed Linds was on some kind of drug that was making her jittery like that, not knowing how wrong she was.
“I'm not sure how comfortable I feel about that. Let's just keep an eye on her for now, okay?” Mandy suggested.
“Yeah, that's probably for the best,” Mitch agreed and stepped back from the counter.
“Man, this place is really creeping me out,” Lindsay stuttered as she kept circling the room.
“Don't worry about it, we'll be out of here in no time. As soon as Terry comes back with the car keys we'll jump into the van and speed out of this miserable town without a scratch,” Michelle comforted Lindsay without knowing what horrors were still waiting for them in the streets.
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Chapter VIII - Death Comes Ripping
Echoes underwater; something banging against the side of the tub? The feeling of a hand on her throat choking her to death and a sharp pain below her stomach is imminent. She struggles to swim up to the surface, but this proves to be difficult. The water feels strange; it feels somewhat thicker and looks a lot murkier. It's not black, it's…blood red.
Hayden woke up and ascended from the bottom of the bathtub with haste and struggled to catch her breath. The smell in the room is sickening and the warm feeling on her skin is starting to make sense as she looks at the tub she is lying in; filled with bloody water.
Hayden screamed and stood up in hurry not noticing her condition at first, but then she glanced down between her legs she notices the flow of blood from her crotch.
“Wha…what is this?” Hayden said and after those words she noticed that she was getting lightheaded, and quickly all the remaining blood from her head rushed down to her legs and she fell backwards hitting her head on the sink rendering her completely unconscious.
Hayden's naked body lay there on the bathroom floor slowly bleeding empty from her cunt. Death had come over her. A shape dressed in black stepped into the room and looked over the 16-year-old body with sick glee, but at the same time a sense of duty and accomplishment.
“Filthy whore of Babylon…your salvation lies only in death, just like in the life of your unborn daughter that you decided to end even before she could breathe.”
“The adulterer will get his, also. He will soon join you on your trip through Hell. But now it's time to join the others, others like yourself.”
To be continued…