#1 A Cry for Help

Once Rebecca gone crazy James has to kill a killer! But this man who tried to kill Rebecca, Rebecca has a strange fear that a little girl wouldn't have. Did Rebecca plan an act or was she really in pain. Or did she go crazy? Then years later a boy 12 n

                      The Biginning of the End

 

Where was I? Where was Rebecca? She went somewhere in this wearhouse. Why did she come here for? So many questions. However no answers. Answers? What do I mean by that? Rebecca is not . . . here? She . .she's wild. Been wild! Is that her? Can't be. She doesn't cut herself. But it didn't look like her. Sort-of did. "Rebecca? Are- are you okay? Rebecca. Rebecca!" More blood came down and down.

    "James!" She cried. Almost as if she was laughing. "James I can't do this no longer!" she cried again. Do what? What is she talking about. . . "You okay?" I tried to ask calmly. "Okay?! Am I okay? I'm not Rebecca!" She yelled. "Yes you are! Rebecca Winesliner. Rebecca Winesliner!" I repeted over and over again her name. "Stop!" she cried. Didn't sound like her at all. . .

  "You think I'm crazy? Cause I DIDN'T do THIS!" she stared at me with her wild red eyes. I don't think she has red eyes. She was trembling. I helped her up. "AAAAAAAH!" she screamed. "What?!?!?" She pointed to a man in black. I tried to go faster. She fell. "Rebecca!!" The man grabed James. "Get your hands off me freak!" Was I really fighting a man? A killer?

"Re-Re Rebecca!!!!! Help!!!" She stared at me. She gave a grin, a nasty grin. "Who is Rebecca? Oh you mean her?" Rebecca pointed to a body. Rebecca's real body. My eyes grew in fear. The man holding me was holding a knife between my neck. "You are going to die tonight. So are you going to kiss the dead body of your girlfriend. Or are you going to scream in pain, Boy!"

  What was happening?!? All I wanted was to go to the park but Rebecca just hadded to go to the wearhouse! "I got something to say." I said dryly. "Spit it out!" the woman who was acting like Rebecca said. "Who are you?" CRAAAAAACK! No more life in me. . .

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                             Chapter 1

                       A New Beginning

     Bright Monday. First day of school right on Monday. "Perfect. Now I can finnally start fresh other then last year." I said to myself. "Rebecca?" That name was spnning in my head all night. "Who is Rebecca?" Another was James. It's as if I knew them. "Morri come down for breakfast!" mom yelled. "OKAY!" I screamed back.

   "Mom do you know anyone named Rebecca and James?" My mom stopped cooking. "Why do you ask?" All I really ask is because it was in my head all night. "I don't know. I just have a feeling of them names." I told her. "Those names, sweetie. Well umm. James is you Great uncle. He was my mom's brother. And Rebecca was his friend. Anything else?" I shook my head. "Wait! How did he die?" I ask suddenly. "I'll tell you after school." I said good-bye and left.

    After school I ran to mom "Can my friends come in? And can you tell me the story later?" I asked. "Sure honey. And yes when your friends leave." We ran to my room. "Guess what I got." my firend Jake said. We shrugged. "A real gun! It was in my bookbag all day!" we both was frightened. "Jake are you stupid?!? Anyone could of gotten hurt!" my other friend Becky said. "You're a girl you don't understand." she gave him a glare. "Fine let's SEE it!" she gave him another mean look.

     "Oh no! It's-it's gone!" we all gasps. "What do you mean gone?!" I yelled. "As in bye bye! Someone took it!" we all looked in his bookbag. "It is gone! Jake! Becky's right! You shouldn't brought it." BANG BANG BANG!! Gun shots everywhere. "Jaaaaake!!!"  I couldn't help but yell.

     Glass went flying everywhere in my room. We all screamed. My mom ran in the room. "What HAPPENED?!" she said wildly. "Gu-" Becky tired to say. "GUN! Mom get down!!" I yelled. BANG BANG BANG BANG!!!! "Mom!!!!" She was shot! I gulp tears. "Mom!!!" I glared at Jake. "It's all YOUR fault! If you HADN'T braught Your stupid GUN this wouldn't happen!"

     BANG BANG!! I got shot! "Morri!!!" they looked out side. They saw a man in black. They were scared. Blood streamed my rug. "Call 911!" I herd someone say. "Okay! Where's the. . ." I couldn't hear antthing else. The next time I woke up I saw a man in blak holding something pointy. "You were quite knocked out there." he said scratchy. He gave me a nasty girn. He took off his gloves. His hands were red, with worm-like fingers. Whenever he moved his fingers cracking sounds made.

     "Do you know Rebecca and James?" he asked. I nodded too fast. "Then. You must be Morri. The name is unfinded. So don't ask. Or else. ." I nodded again too fast. "Wheres my-" he covered my mouth. I tasted blood. I can also taste fear and screaming. "Let's just say she went to sleep." My eyes grew. It was the same guy! I gulped tears.

     "Sssh! No need for crying." he tried to say softly, but surely failed. "All you need is a good night. . ." Blank. I felt myself moving. Bouncing around. Got hit in some places but didn't feel. Was tied to something, or was I hanging? Either way there was no way I could escape. And something about this place was familiar. . . .

Three weeks later. . .

     I'm still alive luckily. Age 13. Mom: gone. "Oh come on! I got the boy didn't I! He is also a touble maker." I couldn't blam him. The whole time I was with him I almost killed him. "Yo Crab cake?" I had to be stupid. Because that makes him angry, and making him angry makes him get closer."What?!" he yelled. "Oh So that's your name. Okay Crab cake When will you let me go?" I said sarcasticly. "Never. Until you die." Dumbo said. "Tring to be scary again?" I almost made myself laugh. "Well. Why don't I just make me a smile and call myself Joker." he actully watched Batman.

     "Ooo scary. Okay ok. Well can you come here?" He came right infront of me. Since I was hanging I should at least beat him up. Or down. I kick his face. Blood came flying. I used my secret knife I been holding. I broke free. "Yes!" I ran and punched him. "Trying to not cry? Well listen to this cry!I AM A HOSTAGE! KILL ME OR YOU WILL DIE FIRST!" I pounded him. The knife he had, the one that he was going to use to. . "Kill my MOM WOULD YA! THEN I WILL KILL YOU!" I grabbed his gun. Or Jake's gun. Ran without looking back. I laughed. Ran out. Run faster, faster,faster! "FREEDOM!!!!!!!!!!!!" he grabbed my leg. "Nooo!" I was so close! Always was.

                     To be continued

 

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Author's Note

A be continued story. This is a 12 chapter story.

Reviews

[WildRose]

You have a way with words thats very interesting, keep it up!

At the beginning of the story the font size is different(smaller) then the rest of the story.

The story is a little squished, but if you try hitting the "tab" key at every new paragraph it would make the story easier to read.

Also there doesn't need to be cursing in the story, in my opinion it hurts the story more then it helps.

There is more I could say on things in the story; if your interested in herring them send me a message, I would be more then happy to help.

Good luck!

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