Prologue

Rabbit Doubt �"

Prologue

 

It was like the night was put on mute, everything was silent, except for the groan of a big white van as it pulled into the parking lot of a community college. Its beaks squealed as it stopped, and its sliding doors loud and old with rust.

“Shhh!” hissed a shadowed man as he got out of the van along with 8 others.

“If we get caught we’re dead. Just go in and get the students. I got the redhead though, they’re my favourite,” he smiled sickeningly as he pulled an old rag and a bottle of chloroform out of his jacket pocket, and stalked through the girl’s dormitory as if he was expected.

 

Walking down the corridors, the shadowed man glanced at each of the dorm numbers.

“Come on come on. 283, 283,” he whispered anxiously.

“AHA!” He whispered with glee, as he picked the lock on the door. He shook his head as he walked into the room, even in the dark and despite the fact that this was the girl’s dorm, it was quite obvious that this room belonged to a girl. It had normal, creamy coloured walls, but oh, they were not bare. It was a wonder the man could even see the walls past the posters and sketches pinned up.

“Quite the artist,” said the man, examining one drawing of a grey wolf amongst a forest of red. Apart from the walls, the rest of the room was fairly empty. It had but a single bed �" in which a pale red head was sleeping �" a wardrobe with little clothes, a desk with piles of novels, text books. Art supplies, and what seemed like a journal. But the man ignored all that, and moved towards the girl asleep in the bed, her red hair messy, and her skin ashen. Turning on the lamp on the floor beside her bed, the man brushed away a stray lock of hair from her face. Her eyes opened, wide with fright, and the man �" no longer in shadows �" stared into her scared, green eyes for a moment before pressing the rag to her face. The girl struggled, weak from sleep, and clawed at his arms.

“Relax now, T�-a. It’ll be over soon,” he whispered, his blonde hair falling into his clear blue eyes. T�-a’s eyes drooped, and eventually she was asleep again, a peaceful expression on her face. Gathering T�-a in his arms and strolled out of her room, leaving her lamp on, and her door open.

 

Walking back through the corridors, the man with blonde hair was met at the door by one of his men, who had a freshly forming black eye.

“The others are in the van and waiting,” he said painfully.

“What the hell happened to you?” asked the man with blonde hair.

“The guy fought back, he’s stronger then he looks,” replied the man with the black eye. The man with blonde hair just laughed and continued on towards the van, the dorm door locking behind him.

 

 The back door to the white van opened, and the blonde haired man stared into the eyes, of yet another black eyed man.

“Lemme guess. The guy can fight, and needed two to take him down?”

“No,” replied the second black eyed men. “The British girl can,”

The blonde haired man shook his had, and handed him T�-a. Putting a hand on her forehead, the blonde man whispered into her ear:

“Sweet dreams,”

Reviews

[Scarlet Larn]

wow... that most defiantly creepy, scary and intriguing! Marvelous. Exactly what I expect from you, another amazing piece of literature.
I MUST READ MORE. I'm afraid I will threaten you with a knife if you do not continue little miss.
And I like how you got your character to complement your drawings :P. He wasn't lying though, your very talented!