Ayumi (c) 
Chapter One 
By Fiction Writer #13 
Edited by Tajod 
(paranormal, rom, nosex, voy, exhib, teen, preteen, violence)

The buzz of the alarm clock startled me from my peaceful slumber.  The 
damn thing gets me everyday, sending my heart racing and injecting me 
full of fear and adrenaline.  It usually takes a few seconds to calm myself 
down again.  I have to convince my still sleepy brain that it's just time to 
get up, that I'm not under some kind of attack.

I stretched out and delivered some abuse to the digital box beside my 
bed, slamming it with my fist, silencing it for another twenty-four hours.  
7am is no time for a thirteen year old to wake up on a Saturday, let alone 
a Summer Saturday.

Most kids my age would still be dreaming, sleeping off the lingering 
effects of a late Friday night.  Not me, I'm stupid.  I failed French class 
last year, tried to hide it from my parents, and now I was paying the 
consequences.

When the hell was I going to need to speak French?  It's not like I 
wanted to go France anytime soon.  Besides, most of them can speak 
English anyway.

My parents saw it differently, gave me the old, 'How are you going to get 
into a good college with these grades?' speech.  Now my whole summer 
was blown to shit.

As punishment for my failure and lies I had to get a summer job with the 
school.  Five hours a day, six days a week, painting curbs and cutting 
lawns.  Working on Saturday?  What kind of sick shit was that?  To top it 
off, the money I made all went into a college fund.  Total bullshit.  They 
could have at least let me keep it to put towards a car.

If that didn't suck enough, the entire family went on vacation without me.  
Said it would teach me a lesson about lying or some crap.  They were 
also going to check my pay-stubs when they returned, just to make sure 
that I didn't blow off the job.  Fucking assholes.

Yeah, this was teaching me a lesson, like, 'Make sure I hide report cards 
better!' I hope they have a shitty time at the shore this year.

I get up like I do everyday.  Shower, dress, eat, brush teeth, and then 
wait for my ride.  The sun shines brightly through the windows filling the 
living room with an amber glow.  It's going to be another steamy August 
morning; great weather for swimming with friends at the creek, not so 
good for pushing a lawn mower built in the 1970's back and forth across 
an unused football field.

My ride to the school is late.  It's not unusual, but it still pisses me off.  
Even though my parents know that James is unreliable, they'll still 
question me about why I was late today.  Fucking James.

James works for the school as well, only he's in his twenties.  Friend of 
the family my ass!  He's been fucking my older sister for two years now, 
only my parents don't know it yet, my sister being sixteen and all.  It was 
his bright idea to have me come and work at the school.  I wanted to be 
a lifeguard down at the swim club.  I guess he wanted to keep me close 
so that I don't rat him out.  Jenny has never been nicer to me since I 
caught them in the back-seat of his Chevy.  She begged and begged me 
not to tell.  James tried a different approach, said I wouldn't tell on them 
because I was too cool to be a rat or some shit like that.

Fuck him.  I'm waiting for just the right moment to do just that.  He'll 
never see it coming when I do.  When it happens, I'll be sure to thank 
him for helping to fuck up my summer vacation.

What the hell was Jenny thinking?  I mean, come on, he's a fucking hall 
mopper in a high school!  Have some standards for Christ's sake.

Maybe I should call him, tell him to get his ass moving.  Then again, if he 
doesn't show up, it won't be my fault and I'll get a day off.

If only it were that simple.  I could already hear my parents yelling at me, 
'Why didn't you call him?  Why didn't you call someone else for a ride?  
Why didn't you walk to the school?' Nope, no way out of this one.

Walking over to the cordless phone was a reminder that my cell phone 
had been taken away.  I get some bad grades and they take my phone, 
Jenny wracks up a $300 long distance bill and gets a slap on the wrist.  
Yeah, that's fair.

Wait until she gets knocked up by the janitor, that'll show them what's 
what.  Then again, they'll probably find some way to blame me for her 
being a whore.

I call James, get a busy signal.  Who's he on the phone with?  I call the 
school office, busy signal again.  Maybe James is talking to them.  I wait 
a few minutes and try them both again, with the same results.

Oh well, I tried.  If they need me, they'll call me.  Besides, James should 
call me, after all, he is my ride.

Just to cover my own ass I call my parents in Ocean City.  Once again I 
get the buzzing of a line in use.  What the hell is going on?  It's 8:40 
a.m., who are they talking to?  As much as I hate doing it, I call my 
sister's cell phone.

Success!

'The cellular owner you are trying to reach is either out of service or not 
in range.  Please hang up and try your call again.'

Fuck it all to hell.  If no one is answering my calls, fuck em!  I'm taking 
the day off.  It's too hot out to do anything anyway.

A little AC, some TV, then head out to the lake for a Saturday night 
kegger.  Today might shape up to be the best I've had all summer!

Flopping down on the couch I fish the remote from the cushions, 
brushing stale Dorito crumbs along the way.  I'd better clean that up later 
or my mom will be pissed, this being a new couch and all.

The TV comes on with a pop and a hiss, the screen takes a moment to 
warm up.  Of all the things to upgrade in the house, my parents choose 
a couch over a big screen TV.  This thing is obviously on its last legs.  
Do they even make TV's with a wood finish anymore?

Finally the picture appears, the color's just a bit off, just enough for you 
to notice the reds and blues are not quite right.  Lines of interference roll 
diagonally over the morning news show, tiny sparkles of TV 'snow' 
obscuring Miss Couric's pixie face.

"Great... just fucking great.  I finally get a day off and the TV is about to 
blow."

Aside from the digital noise, something else was wrong with the picture 
on the screen.  The ever chipper host of the show wasn't smiling, in fact, 
she looked a bit frazzled.  Her hair out of place, her makeup the bare 
minimum for the cameras, even her clothes seemed too pedestrian for a 
normal TV appearance.

'Wait a sec; she doesn't do the Saturday show.'

Confused by and curious about everything I'm seeing forces me to turn 
up the volume on the show I rarely, if ever, watch.  Normally I'd surf 
around until I found something more interesting than a morning show.

The sound crackles through one of the two still functioning speakers that 
flank the image.

"... heightened solar activity has been causing problems around the 
world.  Satellites broadcasting TV signals, including this show, have 
intermittently gone down, and cell phone usage is iffy at best. Asia, 
Australia, and parts of Europe have reported widespread blackouts.  The 
leading scientists at NASA are baffled by the speed at which the solar 
flare is affecting the planet.  According to officials at NOAA, the early 
warning system, SOHO, went offline sometime yesterday during a 
routine computer maintenance adjustment.  Just before the wave of 
solar energy began to hit the upper atmosphere, all communications with 
the satellite were lost.

"Early signs of the charged particles could be seen just after midnight as 
a beautiful and rare appearance of the Aurora Borealis shimmered over 
New York City... can we show that footage?... thanks... The spectacle 
could be seen as far south as Atlanta, Georgia.

"In a press conference held just before we went on air, the White House 
stated that the solar storm should pass in a few days with only minor 
inconveniences.  U.S. citizens are asked to remain calm, stay off the 
streets if possible, and conserve electricity..."

With a sense of timing M. Night Shyamalan would approve of, the power 
went out.

"Jesus H. Fucking Christ!  I can't catch a break around here." Pissed off 
by my increasingly screwed up situation, I threw the remote across the 
room.  Misjudging my own strength, the plastic device shattered on the 
wall behind the TV.

"Damn it!" Another thing for my parents to be pissed about when they 
got home.

After cleaning up the broken shards of the remote I flopped back down 
on the couch, hoping to get some sleep before the sun baked away the 
remains of the air-conditioned chill.  No power, no AC, no TV, and if the 
outage lasted longer than a day, no food in the fridge.  Life sure was 
giving me a good kick in the ass today!

No sooner than my eyes closed, the sound of screeching tires and 
colliding steel had me sitting bolt upright.  A car horn, in constant blast, 
echoed in from the street out front.  Groaning to myself I got up to 
investigate this new unwanted intrusion into my day off.

Peeking through the window curtain, I'm at first blinded by the bright 
morning sun.  Slowly the neighborhood came into focus.

Most of the houses on my block were empty, everyone taking vacations 
before school starts up again.  The normally green lawns had all turned 
brown over the past month, no amount of watering or fertilizer able to 
combat the hottest summer in fifty years.  Soapy gray water, left over 
from the church's Friday night car wash fund-raiser, still trickled down 
the hill along the curb.

Squinting against the blinding light, my eyes fell upon the source of all 
the racket.  Sonavabitch!  Someone had crashed their van into my 
mom's dogwood tree!  Her favorite thing in the whole fucking world, and 
some asshole had just destroyed it!  Oh God, is she going to be pissed, 
she planted that tree with Grandpop just before he died.

The poor tree was split in half, most of its branches shattered and 
scattered all over the lawn.  As for the van, its front grill was still wrapped 
around the tree's narrow trunk, steam shooting out from the radiator in a 
white plume.

I tried to look inside to see who was at the wheel, but the owner had 
tinted the windows black, matching the van's paint job, or at least what 
the paint job used to be.  Large sections of paint had been chipped 
away, revealing the dull gray undercoat of the vehicle in numerous 
places.

The destruction of my mom's tree distracted me from the other casualty 
of the accident.  Across the street, parked halfway up on the sidewalk, 
sat a familiar car... the hall mopper's red Camaro.  My sister's secret 
boyfriend, James, was slumped over the steering wheel, his car the 
source of the blaring horn.

"I've gotta call for help." I hate the guy, but I'm not gonna let em die.  My 
heart races as I run back to the living room and grab the portable phone.  
Pulling it up to my ear I hear nothing but static, no dial tone at all.

"Fuck, now what?" I run back to the front door, panic starting to kick in.  
What the hell could I do?  I don't know CPR of even basic first aid.  
Maybe one of the neighbors was still home; I couldn't be the only one to 
hear all of the noise.

I got to the front door in time to see the driver of the van slamming his 
door shut.  This guy was huge, I mean real big, all dressed in black 
leather, like a biker.  He looked tough and he looked pissed.  I watched 
as this guy punched the side of his own van.  The steel caved in like he'd 
hit it with a sledgehammer.

"Stupid Motherfucker!" he was yelling. "I'm gonna fucking kill you, you 
dumb sonavabitch!"

Where were my neighbors?  Why haven't the police come yet?  The guy 
gave up abusing his dying vehicle and began to lumber over to James's 
car, his hands clenched into fists the size of cantaloupes.

"Come on James... wake up... get the hell out of there..." I tried to will 
him awake, but it didn't work.  The biker dude reached into the open 
window of the Camaro and hauled James out and onto the street with 
one hand.  He was still unconscious and just lay there as the fat man 
kicked him over and over again in the ribs.

I felt sick as I watched the abuse rain down on his lifeless body, but I 
was too scared to help him.  This guy would tear me apart if I interfered, 
but I had to do something, anything to stop him from killing James.

My trembling hand went to the doorknob and started to turn, but I was 
too late to save James.  The fat man's black boot came down in a 
stomp, crushing his skull into the pavement, a spray of gray and red 
spattering the street.  It was too much for me to see, my stomach 
revolted in one big heave, leaving the remains of my breakfast all over 
the floor.

"Holy shit!" I gasped between stomach contractions. "Holy fucking shit!"

Wiping the filth from my lips with the back of my hand I dared to look out 
the window again.  The fat man had left James' body in the street and 
made his way back to the van.  He threw open the passenger side door 
and leaned inside.  It looked like he was trying to grab at something but 
just couldn't get his hands on it.

"Get out here!" I heard him growling. "Get out here, you stupid little bitch, 
and see what you've fucking done!"

He came back out of the van holding the end of a metal chain in his right 
hand.  With a great pull he yanked hard on it.  A nude little girl fell out 
and onto the lawn with a thud, the fat man's chain attached to a black 
leather collar around her neck.

She was so young, couldn't have been any older than nine or ten.  The 
only reason I could even tell that she was a girl was because she lacked 
the proper parts between her splayed legs.  Her hair was straight and 
black and fell down to just above her shoulders.  Her skin looked almost 
golden in the early morning light, confirming what I first thought when I 
saw her dark brown, almond shaped eyes... she was Asian.

It was obvious that she had suffered similar or worse abuse in the past.  
Dark purple bruises marked her back, straight lines that crisscrossed 
one another in a herringbone pattern.  She was sobbing.  I couldn't hear 
her over the fat man's ranting, but I could see her body shaking as she 
sat on the lawn.

"You little bitch!  When I tell you something you better fuckin' listen!  Now 
look!  Look at what you've fucking done!"

He yanked on her leash, causing her body to lurch forward and land 
belly down on the grass.  The fat man didn't wait for her to recover 
before he started moving towards the street.  He dragged her as she 
tried in vain to get up on her hands and knees.

"I'm sorry," she was crying, "I didn't mean too!" but her pleading fell on 
deaf ears.

Halfway to the street she rolled onto her back.  Grass stains and scrapes 
covered her chest and knees.  The collar was choking her, her face was 
beet red and her arms flailed about, desperately trying to grab hold of 
the chain between her and the fat man.  Her eyes were wide and 
searching, searching for some way to save herself from suffocation.

"Shit!  Shit!  Shit!" I had to do something to help her, but nothing was 
coming to mind.  If I just ran out there that fat fuck would stomp me just 
like he had stomped James.  I couldn't call for help with the phones 
down, and apparently the neighbors, if any were even home, seemed 
content to just sit back and let this asshole do as he pleased.

I watched in horror as he dragged her tiny body over the uneven 
concrete sidewalk, staining the rough surface with blood.  Her screams 
of pain snapped me out of my shock, "The gun... I need to get Dad's 
gun..."

Again I was away from the door in a flash, this time heading upstairs to 
my Dad's home office.  The door was locked, but a good hard shoulder 
rectified that.  When Dad had got the gun I didn't know, but it always 
stayed where he put it, locked up in his safe. '26 right... 39 left... 13 
right... click', the metal box opened up revealing all of the family's most 
important documents: insurance papers, birth certificates, social security 
cards, and others.  My attention was solely on the wooden box in which 
the gun was contained.

I'd found the gun, and the safe's combination, during one of my 
pornography searches a few years ago.  Any kid will tell you, when mom 
and dad are out, we will find your porn.  The safe had contained none, to 
my dismay, but it did reveal the weapon.  I had never used a gun before 
in my life, nor had I felt the urge to play around with the one in the box.  
There were just too many stories about morons shooting their friends or 
themselves while trying to look cool.  I didn't want to join their ranks.  
Besides, at the time my goal was porn, not guns.  Holding the revolver in 
my hand for the first time almost made me wish that I had handled it 
before, the damn thing was heavy.

"Ammo... ammo... ammo..." I chanted while trying to remember where I 
had found the box containing the bullets, also during a porn treasure 
hunt.

'Bottom left hand drawer of the desk... need the key.' The key was in the 
safe, the bullets tucked way in back of the now unlocked desk drawer 
(no porn there either).  With fumbling fingers I filled each chamber of the 
wild west style gun my dad had chosen to protect his family.  Snapping 
the bullet holder thing back into place I checked for the safety, what ever 
that was.  All I really knew about guns was from the movies, and without 
fail the person always forgot to check the safety.  Finding no switches or 
buttons to push, I was confident the gun was ready to shoot.

Back down the stairs, almost slipping and breaking my neck in my haste, 
and to the front door.  The fat man was in the street where he had left 
James.  He was holding the little Asian girl by her hair with one hand; his 
other was slapping her in the face.

"You see!  You see what you fucking made me do, you little bitch!" he 
was yelling.

The gun must have made me more confident because this time when 
my hand made contact with the door handle I didn't hesitate in opening 
it.  The hot and humid August air blasted me as soon as the door swung 
wide.  I stood in the threshold between the safety of the cold house and 
the danger of the blistering summer heat, the sounds of the fat man's 
open palm smacks louder even than the chirping cicadas.

"Now or never Justin," I said aloud as I steeled myself for combat.  I 
stepped out, leaving the door open in case I needed to make a hasty 
retreat, and moved cautiously across the crunchy brown grass to the 
van.  Once there, with the bulk of the immobile machine between me 
and the huge guy, I leveled the gun and aimed.

"Hey, fuck-face!" I yelled, my voice cracking with puberty and fear.  That 
got his attention.  He immediately stopped his slapping and turned to 
face me.

"Boy... get back in yer house... this doesn't concern you," he growled.  
His face was full of rage, veins throbbing on his forehead and temples.  
A deep scar marred the left side of his face; it looked like a burn of some 
kind.  He had a salt and pepper beard, long and straggled.  His eyes 
burned into me as he stared me down. "That was your only warning boy, 
now get."

No sooner than he spoke his warning his large hand began to slap the 
girl again, each strike sounding like a clap of thunder on the empty 
street.  I aimed at the street next to him and pulled the trigger.

BANG!

The heavy weapon lurched in my hands, the bullet ricocheting off the 
black-top with a spark.

"Let her go!"

The big man turned back in my direction. "That's it, you little shit, I gave 
you a chance, now you fucking die..." He let the girl drop to the ground in 
a heap and began to walk towards me.  My heart was racing, pounding 
in my ears, as I aimed at his chest.

BANG!

Smoke exploded from the barrel, obscuring my vision for a moment.  
The fat man stopped, looked at the tiny hole in his leather jacket and 
then back at me.

"Now that was stupid... I'm going to enjoy ripping yer fuckin' arms off 
now."

I couldn't believe what I was seeing, I'd shot him dead center but he kept 
on coming at me!

BANG!  BANG!  BANG!

Three more shots echoed on the empty street.  I watched as more holes 
filled his jacket, the fabric puffing out with each penetration, and still he 
came for me.  He didn't even slow down!

"Come ere ya little shit!"

He was five feet away when I raised the gun a little higher and pulled the 
trigger.

BANG!

Dead center in his fucking head!  His neck snapped back, and for a 
moment I thought he was going down.  No such luck.  When he turned 
back to face me I could clearly see the bullet hole in his forehead, a 
trickle of blood dribbling out and down his broad nose.  His hands 
reached out for me.

Click click click

'Shit!  No more bullets!' I screamed to myself as he bore down on me.  I 
turned to flee, but I was too late... he had me.

His meaty hand grabbed me by the throat and lifted my body from the 
ground as if I didn't weigh anything at all.  What I had mistaken as fat 
was clearly muscle.  Dropping the useless gun my hands flew up to try 
and pry his choking fingers away.  I tried to kick at him, but all I hit was 
the open air.

'This is it... ' I thought to myself, '... this is how I die.'

My lungs burned from the lack of oxygen, my brain hammered with the 
worst headache that I'd ever felt.  He was carrying me into the street, 
back to the little girl who I had been trying to save.

"You see what you've caused, little bitch!  Now I have to kill him too!  
Why I thought you'd make a good offering for the Master's family I'll 
never know, yer nothing but a fucking pain in the ass."

He dropped me down hard onto the street, the pain of the fall forgotten 
as my lungs sucked in as much air as I could.  A steel tipped boot in my 
stomach caused me to spit out all that I had fought so desperately to 
inhale.  My body went limp as he began to kick me over and over again, 
the toe of the boot digging in with each blow.

The force of one kick sent me rolling into the gutter, the remnants of car 
wash water splashing into my face and soaking my clothes.  Before I 
could move he was on me again, this time kneeling down over me and 
landing hard punches into my ribs.  I could hear them breaking as he 
rained down his punishment.

Something happened in my mind as my life started to fade away.  I felt 
detached, as if it was all happening to someone else, that it wasn't my 
bloodied and bruised body lying in the street.  I could see myself from 
above, like a helicopter filming the whole thing for the evening news.  I 
watched as the fat man continued to assault me, his punches coming 
over and over, but I felt no pain from them.  It was happening to 
someone else, not me.

I could see her... the naked little girl, as she sat on the hot black top 
watching the violence as it occurred.  She was crying, tears streaming 
down her cheeks from her deep brown eyes.  It made me feel even more 
useless to see her all alone like that.  I had tried to save her and I had 
failed.

"I'm sorry..."

Her face looked up at me, not at the limp and bloody shell lying in the 
street, but up to me as I looked down on the world from above the street 
lights and telephone poles.  Her eyes locked on mine, and for a moment 
a tiny smile crossed her face as she mouthed the words, "Thank you."

The fact that she had not only seen my spirit as it drifted upwards, but 
heard my words as well, struck me as strange.  Strange enough for me 
to try and drift back down to see if I had just imagined that she had seen 
me.  Movement in this form was easier than I expected, but coming 
closer to my body brought back the sensation of pain.

The fat man still beat on my lifeless body, and for some reason that 
pissed me off.  I was dead, that was certain, so why did he need to keep 
up this abuse?  Maybe I wasn't dead... or at least not yet.  Maybe there 
was still time to fight back.  Even if it was futile to do so, anything was 
better than letting this fat fuck pummel me into the pavement.

Anger welled up within me, a rage that I have never felt before.  It was 
primal, the most basic of animal instincts, fight or flight, and like a 
cornered beast a low growl issued from my body as I floated back inside.  
The pain was intense, but my anger was more so.  Mustering all of my 
strength, and some I didn't even know that my weak thirteen-year-old 
body possessed, life came back into my limbs.

He seemed a little taken aback when my eyes suddenly popped open.  
He was stunned enough to at least stop throwing punches, so I grabbed 
him in a bear hug and rolled him over onto his back.  I straddled his fat 
belly and rained my own little hell down on his face as his head splashed 
in the gutter water.

"Ahhh!  AHHHH!  YEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" he was screaming in a 
high pitch wail as my fists did their damage.  As much as I wanted to 
believe that I was causing him the amount of pain to warrant his cries of 
agony, I knew there had to be some other force at work.  Smoke began 
to rise up from the back of his skull, the water in the gutter bubbled and 
churned.  A putrid smell, like cat urine and burning hair, stung my 
nostrils.  The smells and the screaming got so bad that I had to get off of 
him and back away.

I did so just in time.  I watched with morbid fascination as his clothing 
ripped and split away revealing the man's nude body.  His whole body 
began convulsing like a fish out of water.  Smoke or steam or whatever it 
was burst out of ruptures in his skin in dozens of places, including the 
holes I had put in him with the gun.  Still he screamed that high pitched 
cry.

His flesh rippled and split open as if a zipper had been pulled, his white 
bones and dark muscles exposed to the open air.  His cries of pain 
degenerated into a pitiful gurgling sound as the flesh covering his face 
peeled back layer by layer until his skull glistened in the sunlight.

I stood stunned as the remains of his body liquefied before my eyes with 
a bubbling sizzle.  One moment he was there, the next he wasn't.  All 
that remained of the fat man was his torn clothing and a gooey red slime 
that washed away with the sudsy gray gutter water.

All the strength I had felt a few seconds before drained from me in an 
instant, and I collapsed on the street.

"What have you done?"

I painfully turned to look at the little girl, she was now on her feet and 
staring wide eyed at the spot where the fat man once was.

"What did you do to him?"

All I could do was shrug my shoulder at her, I didn't have a clue as to 
what had just happened.

"Ooooooo, you're gonna get it now!  His friends are gonna be pissed!"



Continued in Chapter Two....


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