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Innocence Is Nonexistent

Novel By: RogerRabbitFaggot
Action and adventure



When you're forced to become what you have secretly been dreaming of being, could you ever stop? Could you ever turn back, even after you're no longer being forced? consciousness View table of contents...


Chapters:

1 2 3

Submitted:Apr 6, 2013    Reads: 45    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


Erin was cold and shivering. Her arms and hands were damp, and the A/C in the car was blasting. Her legs were folded on the seat lazily, her head resting uncomfortably on the car door handle. She blinked several times, trying to make her vision focus. She sat up too quickly, and she almost fell over because she was light headed. A seering pain shot through her skull, and her hand instinctly flew to her fresh wound. She winced and shivered, trying to remember what had happened. The leather seats were sticking to her damp legs. She groaned and slowly pulled them from the material. She heard a quiet mumble and she transferred her attention to the tall man standing in front of the open car door.

She couldn't see his face at first, but he soon crouched inside. He put his hands on the top of the car and smirked at her. "Where am I?" Erin asked softly. She had to squint to see him fairly clearly. The blinding sun behind him, made him look like only a shadow to her.

"Why don't you get out and see for yourself?" he suggested, reaching his hand in the car for her to take. She stared at his face for a long time. He had a bit of a 5 o'clock shadow, like he hadn't shaved today. He had long, brown hair. It was sloppily thrown into a pony tail. He was fairly tall, and lean from what she could tell. She glanced at his arm, and noticed his tattoos. He impatiently sighed and and flicked his hand forward, gesturing for her to take it. She gulped, and grasped his hand gently. He squeezed it and helped her scoot out of the car.

Once she was in the open, fresh air, she started to warm up. She rubbed her arms and stared the man up and down again. In the sun light, she could a tell a lot more about him. Like his bright blue eyes, the rest of his tattoos, his slightly gaged ears, and the blood that was soaked into his white shirt. "Is that...my..blood?" Erin asked, hoping he said no.

"It is actually." he grabbed his shirt and pulled it out to look at it, "Don't worry though. You're fine." he offered a forced warm smile and she glared at him.

"Are you going to tell me where I am now?"

"Take a look around." he motioned with his hands, spreading his arms wide with a mischevious grin on his face. She turned her head back and forth, The car was parked awkwardly in a driveway, beside a normal looking house. She looked down the street, across the street, and realized she was somewhere deep in the suburbs. The grass was bright green, and the house they were at, was a pale yellow color with blue shingles. It was a fairly large house, and almost homey looking. But the entire block she was on, gave her the creeps. It was too bright and cheerful.

Suddenly Erin felt dizzy and lightheaded. She started to stumble backwards, but thankfully the man grabbed her forearm with one hand, and grabbed her waist with his other. She stood there and regained her balance. As soon as she did, she jerked from the man and stood far from him. "Where am I?" she demanded, almost stomping her foot like a toddler.

"You're home."

"'Home? What the..Who are you?"

"My name is Avery. Thats all you need to know. You also need to know not to raise your voice at me." he glared at her intimidatingly. She narrowed her eyes and glared right back. That was their first stare off, and first battle of authority, of many more to come. Surprisingly, Avery smirked and chuckled. "Man, we are going to have a lot of problems with you, aren't we?"

"You know nothing about me."

"Actually. I know almost everything about you. Thats why I chose you personally. We've stalked you for 7 months. Trust me, there is hardly anything you could possibly do that would surprise me."

"Thats funny. Because you may have stlalked me, watched my daily routine. Even watched me when I'm alone, eating, showering, sleeping. But you will never know what goes on inside my head. You have no idea who you're messing with."

"That's why you're perfect for this. I know some of what goes on inside your pretty little head."

"Like what?"

"Like you have hardly any freedom. You have no control of anything. Your dad left you when you were younger, and it left you feeling empty and alone. Your mom refuses to discuss things with you. She also verbally, and sometimes physically abuses you. You have it bad at home, but you never say anything, because you know others have it worse than you do. You long to be part of something, anything. Something close, like a complete family. Or even a small group of trusted friends. But you have none." he almost whispered. He looked like a smart ass. "I could offer you a million and 2 things here. I could give you everything you've ever wanted."

"So what? Thats none of anyones concern. I want to go home. Now. Take me. Or let me walk. You've kidnapped me."

"You really want to go?"

"Yes."

"Okay. I'll turn around, and close my eyes. I'll count to 45. If you truly want to go, you can. I promise I won't come running after you. Or anything like that. Because if you truly don't want to be here..nothing I have to offer will give you any kind of satisfaction." As he said that, he spun around and covered his eyes with his hands. He tapped his foot and started counting. "1...."

"But-"

"2.....3......4......"

Erin had no clue what to do. Her legs felt like jello, and immovable boards at the same time. She glanced in either direction, she had no idea where she was. She wanted desperatly to go. To run and get out of this weird mess. But then again..She wanted to stay. She was too curious not to. He was right..about everything. Her mom, friends, thoughts. She wanted to ask more questions. She wanted to know more. Perhaps she wanted what he had to offer more than anything.

"40...."

She only had 5 more seconds leftto run. She turned around to start walking, but stopped herself. She spun back around and crossed her arms.

"45." Avery slowly turned around, and smiled. "I knew you didn't want to really go."

"Yes I did..I just..Didn't know where I was or which way to go.."

"If you wanted to go, you would have. You didn't want to. Maybe you did at first, but you thought about all I could offer. You want a piece of the mysterious life I portray before you. You want a piece of the mystery. If you didn't, you would have gone." he stuck his hands in his pockets and smirked. "Now, lets go see your new home. Shall we?" he started walking ahead of her, and of course, she followed behind himlike a curious puppy.





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