By: Andre Grandier
The single snap of a dry branch nearby tore the silence behind her. Daisy Orellana whirled around and glared at the thick darkness stalking her from behind and froze into place. The light of a single street light quivered in her clear honey-colored eyes as she scrutinized the shadows, unable to move. It was a moonless night, a dark and hollow well with a few shiny white starts set off in the empty yonder of vast eternity. Daisy’s heart pounded fast and smoothly in her chest and she could feel the adrenaline running in her bloodstream already. She knew she was being followed. She knew she was in danger and yet there she was, standing in a deserted part of Roscoe Boulevard with only one street light keeping her company. She also knew who her stalker was ,which as a matter of fact was the reason she was there in the first place, in her useless attempt avoid him. She prayed to be in a horrible mistake for if it was who she thought, she had no chance to survive.
“Who is there” Daisy demanded in a sharp tone. The adrenaline making her feel bold and defiant. “Show yourself” The moment she said it she regretted it for a dark figure started to approach. Daisy recoiled with fear and her eyes widened in horror as the figure came toward her. All of a sudden she felt her feet were no longer in touch with the ground as an icy thrill crept down her spine. The figure came to be seen, approaching broodingly into the dull streetlight, the black eyes on that face were as dark and empty the night surrounding them. His bleak expression twisted with fury as he looked at her in an ominous way. The face she was terrified to see. Carlos Hernandez, her ex-boyfriend. Daisy was too muddle to react, too afraid to speak and too horrified to move. Her racing heart seemed to have stopped beating as she shivered, but not because she was cold. Daisy wanted to run but her legs wouldn’t move, they were useless. Limp and listless. Two uncooperative piles of meat and bone. She wanted to scream but a lump that had built in her throat prevented her to do so. Swallowing hard she managed to chock out. “Carlos I--…” Daisy couldn’t finish the sentence for a fist came crashing to her face. Before she could react a pair of big hands grasped her by the shoulders shaking her violently and shoving her hard against the light pole. Pain exploded from her head and she crumbled to the ground, her sight became blurry as she was swallowed by the thick darkness around her.
***
Daisy opened her eyes slowly and found herself on a huge bed covered in clean white linen and silk, the walls were white as well. The warm scent of lilacs was held in the air. Groggily, she got up and muttered to herself Where am I … At that moment Carlos came into the room. He was only wearing white pants and sandals, his face had left that bleak and brooding expression from before, now he looked at her dreamingly and tenderly. His gaze locked into hers. His brown muscles gleamed with sweat as they flexed. Daisy started to say something but Carlos held out his finger to stop her. Then he leaned closer, so close she could feel the heat coming out of his body, the sweet scent of his breath against her. Carlos stared at her eyes, then at her tender lips, his fingers touched her chin and lifted her face towards his. Their lips met in a long lasting kiss. Carlos’ tongue slipped serpent-like into Daisy’s. Daisy felt lust take over her. She no longer felt confused or angry only that she wanted Carlos, She wanted him so badly.
His hands traveled around Daisy’s body, wanting to touch every curb, every inch of skin .his hands slipped down her blouse and ripped it off, kissing her face , kissing her neck and biting it playfully, filling Daisy with a wild pleasure. Her skirt had the same fate as her blouse. Once again his hands traveled behind her and loosened the grip of her bra letting it fall feely. They kissed with such urgency, with such passion as if they had never kissed before, as if it were the last time and yet the first. He was on top of her now, somehow he had left what he had of clothing on aside, Daisy moaned in ecstasy as his master mouth planted soft and sweet kisses in her neck traveling down to her bare breasts and sucking at them tenderly. Daisy clung to him feeling how hard his body was, feeling every muscle, the two of them soaked with sweat. A savage pleasure swept over her forcing her to cry out. Carlos held her between his strong arms resting in the heat of their love. “ I love you..” was the last thing Daisy heard before she drifted into a world of dreams.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Sunday, May 2, 2010
The fifth death -- Dead Alone
DEAD AlONE
By André Grandier
There he was, trying to concentrate on that blank piece of paper Raul Valdez couldn't concentrate, he just couldn't, only think about what Alisson had told him the story of that ghost girl who had died -or better say- murdered, that girl who had bled to death without anyone to help her, someone had cut her throat, and now she wandered around school seeking for revenge. Suddenly Ral --as his friends called him-- shook his head as if trying to shake away those thoughts.
"If only I had done all my schoolwork at the time, I wouldn’t have to be here" muttered Ral to himself. “But no, I had to spend most of my time trying to improve my time running instead of studying”.
Ral was an 18 year old college boy with short, shaggy dusky hair. His bronze-colored eyes were big and expresive and contrasted nicely with his creamy white skin. He had to stay at the school’s library to study for his English Literature final test. The teacher had given him just one day, a last chance to study everything he had missed, so he stayed late. By the time he had finished, it was already dark outside. The library was so well illuminated that he could see nothing but darkness beyond the door. Ral decided then it was time to go, he gathered up his books and stepped out from the safe illuminated and warm library to the cold, thrilling and frightening darkness." it's not that bad".Ral thought . The Nebraska University was big so it was at least a 5 minute walk to the Main Entrance where his car was pulled.
But, why does it have to be so dark? .Ral groaned. Suddenly the story of the ghost girl popped again into his mind. He felt a sudden thrill roll down his spine as he touched his own throat, then he heard something.
Was his imagination? Or was somebody following him?
He stopped and listened, but heard nothing but his own breath.
"It is nothing, just your crazy imagination", Ral assured himself and kept walking, but then again he heard it, as soft as the wind.
"Raaal..." it whispered .
Ral felt his heart pumping hard in his chest and the hot blood running through his whole body.
There is someone following me ... run!! He commanded himself.
Ral started to run as fast as he could pumping his arms hard . He headed to the parking lot and when He got there stopped to catch his breath.
"If only I had ran like this during Track and Field I would have probably won a scholarship " Ral thought. Breathlessly, he tried to open the door of his car, but dropped the keys . He bended to pick them up and heard it again but this time, closer. Ral was frozen in fear and was sweating cold. She forced his trembling right hand into a fist and decided to face his attacker, but when he turned around he stood frozen in horror as he saw a floating - almost transparent - girl in a cheerleader uniform covered in blood. Ral felt his heart stopping; his scream was caught up in his throat, his legs felt weak. He gasped as something cold and sharp touched his throat, then he felt it, first the hot liquid roll down his chest and then the excruciating pain. He lowered his gaze to see the blood flow as a river. He dropped on his knees.
Oh...my neck, someone has cut my neck! . He felt himself fell into a puddle of his own blood as he muttered helplessly
"Help, anyone...help!". He spun his hand around looking for something that might save him, but all he found were his keys.
THE END
By André Grandier
There he was, trying to concentrate on that blank piece of paper Raul Valdez couldn't concentrate, he just couldn't, only think about what Alisson had told him the story of that ghost girl who had died -or better say- murdered, that girl who had bled to death without anyone to help her, someone had cut her throat, and now she wandered around school seeking for revenge. Suddenly Ral --as his friends called him-- shook his head as if trying to shake away those thoughts.
"If only I had done all my schoolwork at the time, I wouldn’t have to be here" muttered Ral to himself. “But no, I had to spend most of my time trying to improve my time running instead of studying”.
Ral was an 18 year old college boy with short, shaggy dusky hair. His bronze-colored eyes were big and expresive and contrasted nicely with his creamy white skin. He had to stay at the school’s library to study for his English Literature final test. The teacher had given him just one day, a last chance to study everything he had missed, so he stayed late. By the time he had finished, it was already dark outside. The library was so well illuminated that he could see nothing but darkness beyond the door. Ral decided then it was time to go, he gathered up his books and stepped out from the safe illuminated and warm library to the cold, thrilling and frightening darkness." it's not that bad".Ral thought . The Nebraska University was big so it was at least a 5 minute walk to the Main Entrance where his car was pulled.
But, why does it have to be so dark? .Ral groaned. Suddenly the story of the ghost girl popped again into his mind. He felt a sudden thrill roll down his spine as he touched his own throat, then he heard something.
Was his imagination? Or was somebody following him?
He stopped and listened, but heard nothing but his own breath.
"It is nothing, just your crazy imagination", Ral assured himself and kept walking, but then again he heard it, as soft as the wind.
"Raaal..." it whispered .
Ral felt his heart pumping hard in his chest and the hot blood running through his whole body.
There is someone following me ... run!! He commanded himself.
Ral started to run as fast as he could pumping his arms hard . He headed to the parking lot and when He got there stopped to catch his breath.
"If only I had ran like this during Track and Field I would have probably won a scholarship " Ral thought. Breathlessly, he tried to open the door of his car, but dropped the keys . He bended to pick them up and heard it again but this time, closer. Ral was frozen in fear and was sweating cold. She forced his trembling right hand into a fist and decided to face his attacker, but when he turned around he stood frozen in horror as he saw a floating - almost transparent - girl in a cheerleader uniform covered in blood. Ral felt his heart stopping; his scream was caught up in his throat, his legs felt weak. He gasped as something cold and sharp touched his throat, then he felt it, first the hot liquid roll down his chest and then the excruciating pain. He lowered his gaze to see the blood flow as a river. He dropped on his knees.
Oh...my neck, someone has cut my neck! . He felt himself fell into a puddle of his own blood as he muttered helplessly
"Help, anyone...help!". He spun his hand around looking for something that might save him, but all he found were his keys.
THE END
Thursday, April 29, 2010
The Fourth Death -- Rose of Death
ROSE OF DEATH
By : Andre Grandier
Stephanie Herrera walked warily on her way to class. It was a warm spring day. The morning sky went from its usual faint white to a pale blue as the sun rose up in the horizon tinting the sky with yellowish pigments. Stephanie took out her newly given schedule to check on her first class, English Literature, Room #15.
“I hate literature”. Stephanie thought. “I mean what do I care about a bunch of dead guys who wrote stuff”. She pushed aside a lack of reddish hair blocking her sight as two guys looked at each other and giggled as they passed her.
“Idiots, they are probably freshman”. She muttered to herself. Stephanie knew how pretty she was, as a matter of fact she could have any boy she wanted, her big expressive emerald eyes matched perfectly her creamy white skin, her lips were a gleaming coral and her auburn hair looked always as if she had just walked out of the saloon. When she got to room 15 there were just a few students in the classroom. She gave her schedule to the teacher, a tall but chubby kind-looking lady who introduced herself as Mrs. Hampton, and trudged to her seat. It was then that she saw him, a fair-looking boy with short, shaggy blond hair, his eyes were a frigid icy-blue and his face intensely handsome. He smiled when he saw Stephanie looking at him, showing off his perfect, pearly white teeth. Stephanie felt the warmth rising up her cheeks and a sinking feeling setting into her stomach, yet she sat next to him.
“What up, I’m Alex, what’s your name babe?”. Said the fair-boy with a tone of mischief in his voice. “I’m Stephanie”. she responded sheepishly. Stephanie was startled by the sudden loud and sharp sound of the bell and several students stormed inside the classroom.
Mrs. Hampton started her boring routine of introduction to the class. Stephanie revised the list of books she had to read over the semester when Alex put a folded sheet of paper on her desk. Stephanie turned to face him but Alex was staring straight ahead avoiding her gaze. She unfolded the paper and read it noticing his elegant hand writing.
“What’s up Stephanie, you are the hottest girl I’ve ever met,
what do you say we meet at my place at 7:00, my address is
7746 Lankershim Bl , I’ll be waiting impatiently”
A strange tingle swept over her body. On one side it didn’t seem right to go and meet a complete stranger after school, but it felt so good to do something she wasn’t supposed to do. Without thinking it twice, she scribbled down her answer.
*
Stephanie took a glance at her wrist watch, 6:15. “great” Stephanie thought “ I’m just in time. She pulled on a clean neon-blue blouse and tight black jeans. She looked one more time herself in the mirror. “Perfect” she said feeling the same tickling of excitement an the pit of her stomach. When Stephanie got to the address given by Alex the sky had already turned pinkish purple as the sun set into a reddish twilight. She knocked loudly on the door to make sure he heard. A few seconds later Alex appeared in the door, his lips curled into a pleasant smile .
“I knew you’d come, come in” said Alex, the door clattered behind her. As soon as Stephanie stepped in Alex wrapped his arms around her waist and planted a passionate kiss on her lips. Stephanie responded to the kiss with the same intensity, his cold hands sliding under her blouse. Abruptly he pulled her away giving her a black rose.
“Ohh Alex it’s so pretty” Stephanie bent forward seeking another kiss but Alex kept his distance. “ There is something I want to show you”. His grin grew wider as he said that. He grabbed her hand and guided her to the living room. Stephanie sat in the couch. From the drawer besides the T.V. What he did next was more than enough to turn the situation from romantic to macabre. Alex took out two round objects the size of a coconut. Stephanie suddenly realized with horror what they were. Two human heads. Both had brown hair stained with scarlet blood. Their skin was repulsively green and their mouths and eyes were black, empty. She recognized them, It was Noemy Tovar and Rocio Rodriguez, the girls who had disappeared almost two months ago. The room was invaded by the acid smell of decaying flesh. Despite the warmth of the evening an icy-cold trill rolled down her spine, her heart scudded inside her beating wildly against her ribs as panic and terror overwhelmed her. Alex was standing there grinning evilly .His eyes shining with malice.
“ These are my trophies” Alex said casually as he slid out a silver blade from behind him. Stephanie’s eyes grew wide with horror and dread. Alex moved forward with surprising speed, slashing the sharp blade before him. Stephanie let out a cry of terror as Alex yelled
“I NEED ANOTHER THROPHY!!!”
--THE END
By : Andre Grandier
Stephanie Herrera walked warily on her way to class. It was a warm spring day. The morning sky went from its usual faint white to a pale blue as the sun rose up in the horizon tinting the sky with yellowish pigments. Stephanie took out her newly given schedule to check on her first class, English Literature, Room #15.
“I hate literature”. Stephanie thought. “I mean what do I care about a bunch of dead guys who wrote stuff”. She pushed aside a lack of reddish hair blocking her sight as two guys looked at each other and giggled as they passed her.
“Idiots, they are probably freshman”. She muttered to herself. Stephanie knew how pretty she was, as a matter of fact she could have any boy she wanted, her big expressive emerald eyes matched perfectly her creamy white skin, her lips were a gleaming coral and her auburn hair looked always as if she had just walked out of the saloon. When she got to room 15 there were just a few students in the classroom. She gave her schedule to the teacher, a tall but chubby kind-looking lady who introduced herself as Mrs. Hampton, and trudged to her seat. It was then that she saw him, a fair-looking boy with short, shaggy blond hair, his eyes were a frigid icy-blue and his face intensely handsome. He smiled when he saw Stephanie looking at him, showing off his perfect, pearly white teeth. Stephanie felt the warmth rising up her cheeks and a sinking feeling setting into her stomach, yet she sat next to him.
“What up, I’m Alex, what’s your name babe?”. Said the fair-boy with a tone of mischief in his voice. “I’m Stephanie”. she responded sheepishly. Stephanie was startled by the sudden loud and sharp sound of the bell and several students stormed inside the classroom.
Mrs. Hampton started her boring routine of introduction to the class. Stephanie revised the list of books she had to read over the semester when Alex put a folded sheet of paper on her desk. Stephanie turned to face him but Alex was staring straight ahead avoiding her gaze. She unfolded the paper and read it noticing his elegant hand writing.
“What’s up Stephanie, you are the hottest girl I’ve ever met,
what do you say we meet at my place at 7:00, my address is
7746 Lankershim Bl , I’ll be waiting impatiently”
A strange tingle swept over her body. On one side it didn’t seem right to go and meet a complete stranger after school, but it felt so good to do something she wasn’t supposed to do. Without thinking it twice, she scribbled down her answer.
*
Stephanie took a glance at her wrist watch, 6:15. “great” Stephanie thought “ I’m just in time. She pulled on a clean neon-blue blouse and tight black jeans. She looked one more time herself in the mirror. “Perfect” she said feeling the same tickling of excitement an the pit of her stomach. When Stephanie got to the address given by Alex the sky had already turned pinkish purple as the sun set into a reddish twilight. She knocked loudly on the door to make sure he heard. A few seconds later Alex appeared in the door, his lips curled into a pleasant smile .
“I knew you’d come, come in” said Alex, the door clattered behind her. As soon as Stephanie stepped in Alex wrapped his arms around her waist and planted a passionate kiss on her lips. Stephanie responded to the kiss with the same intensity, his cold hands sliding under her blouse. Abruptly he pulled her away giving her a black rose.
“Ohh Alex it’s so pretty” Stephanie bent forward seeking another kiss but Alex kept his distance. “ There is something I want to show you”. His grin grew wider as he said that. He grabbed her hand and guided her to the living room. Stephanie sat in the couch. From the drawer besides the T.V. What he did next was more than enough to turn the situation from romantic to macabre. Alex took out two round objects the size of a coconut. Stephanie suddenly realized with horror what they were. Two human heads. Both had brown hair stained with scarlet blood. Their skin was repulsively green and their mouths and eyes were black, empty. She recognized them, It was Noemy Tovar and Rocio Rodriguez, the girls who had disappeared almost two months ago. The room was invaded by the acid smell of decaying flesh. Despite the warmth of the evening an icy-cold trill rolled down her spine, her heart scudded inside her beating wildly against her ribs as panic and terror overwhelmed her. Alex was standing there grinning evilly .His eyes shining with malice.
“ These are my trophies” Alex said casually as he slid out a silver blade from behind him. Stephanie’s eyes grew wide with horror and dread. Alex moved forward with surprising speed, slashing the sharp blade before him. Stephanie let out a cry of terror as Alex yelled
“I NEED ANOTHER THROPHY!!!”
--THE END
Monday, April 12, 2010
The Third Death -- Sweet Blood
Sweet Blood
By: André Grandier
The sun shone bright and hot up in a lovely, cloudless, blue sky. Karen Marquez and her friend Gracia trotted lazily on the track as they spoke
“So, how did he take it? Was it easy?” Gracia asked Karen eagerly.
“To be honest, it wasn’t easy,“ Karen confessed.
“When I told Sami I didn’t want to be his girlfriend anymore he got really upset”
“And what happened ?”Gracia said .
“Well…” Karen giggled. “He begged me not to dump him ! Can you believe it? What a looser !!”
“Totally” Gracia agreed. Gracia was Karen’s best friend. She was tall and tough, muscular and even mean and evil looking, her chocolate-toned skin matched her deep brown eyes which were also the same color as her short hair always tied back into a ponytail. Karen on the other hand had silky white skin, her glossy, brownish-dark hair was shoulder-length and her mischievous golden-brown eyes made her one of the prettiest girls in the whole school.
“I had to tell him I had a new boyfriend, but he told me something that frightened me”
“What ?” Gracia asked warily.
“He said that I belonged to him and that he wouldn’t accept this” Gracia burst out laughing.
“From what movie did he get that line? !” Then she repeated nastily in an high toned voice imitating Sami. “You belong to me ,I won’t accept this” The two friends burst out laughing hysterically. The sound of a whistle at distance made them turn. Mr. Valencia was calling the whole class to get changed, the two of them ran to the gym to change to their normal clothes, after that they went to fourth period. Karen had Geometry 1A and Gracia Biology. They waved goodbye to each other, oblivious that it will be the last.
“Noemi I have to talk to u it’s very important I’ll meet you
At the Gym at 3:30 and please be there”
Confused by her friend’s message she wondered what she wanted. The last hour of class seemed eternal, Karen was eager to know what was that so important that Gracia needed to tell her. She couldn’t wait to the accorded time to know it so she decided to go right to her class at the end of the period. At last the bell rang. Karen stormed out the door surprised to see that the perfect bright, sunny day had turned cloudy and gray as if the day’s happiness had been driven away and now sadness was held in the atmosphere. No time to think about that Karen thought. She went straight to Mrs. Reynosa’s room, Gracia’s Biology teacher.
“Hi Mrs. Reynosa !” greeted Karen.
“Hi Karen how are you?” said Mrs. Reynosa warmly
“Good thanks, uhh, I was wondering if Gracia is still here?” Mrs. Reynosa scrutinized Noemi’s face then in a serious tone she said
“Graica didn’t come to class today” now Karen was really confused, she thanked Mrs. Reynosa and walked away. Still feeling her gaze hammering her neck Karen glanced at her wrist watch. It was 3:15. Karen hurried to the gym, on her way there she realized that the hallways were oddly empty , then she remembered that many people had gone to the football game Poly High School against Van Nuys High School. She wasn’t surprised to see that the gym was empty as well. Karen sat on a bicycle and waited, waited, and waited. Karen took a look at her watch. 4:10 pm already.
I am so out of here Karen thought bitterly. Just when she was about to leave she something very wrong and dreadful. Little drops of red blood stained the wooden floor her heart started to pound hard and fast in her chest as she started stoned at the red liquid. The drops led to a small closet in the corner of the gym. She walked toward it, slowly, warily. She hesitated. Finally, with a trembling hand she opened the closet.
Karen stepped back, shocked in mute horror. She wanted to scream but her throat felt as dry as dirt. She wanted to run but her feet were planted in the floor. Karen felt the dizzy faintness spread through her body. She looked away and covered her mouth to stop the vomit from coming out, then she looked back at the horrible image of Gracia’s dead body. Karen could still see the terror in Gracia’s lifeless eyes and purple face, her mouth was open uttering a silent scream. The deep wounds on her throat and stomach still bleeding, still fresh. Abruptly she turned and ran just to be stopped by a pair of big and strong arms. Dazzled she looked up to see her ex-boyfriend Sami looking lovingly at her
“I knew you’d come my love” said Sami. Terrified as she was she understood it all.
“What have you done you sick psychopath ?!! Why did you kill her? ! Why?!!!!” Sami’s face turned wild.
“ Don’t you understand?!! She wanted to separate us ! But don’t worry my darling we will be together for ever !!!!!”
Karen felt cold and warm all at the same time her body trembling all over, yet all of a sudden she felt rage surging up inside her. She turned her hand into a fist, looking vehemently at Sami, and with all her might threw blindly a punch at him aiming for the face, fortunately she had good aim. Karen’s fist came crashing against Sami’s nose, then ran out the door feeling as tired as if she had been running for hours.
The front door was locked. Desperately, she whirled around and ran to the back door which led to the lockers. Karen ran though the large rows of navy-blue lockers one after the other until finally she spotted the back exit door opened. Karen had reached out the door and was about to jump down the three steps before her when a pair of strong hands pushed her hard from behind, her hand surged for something to grab but found nothing but thin air. She raised her arms to cover her face, then heard the sickening snap as her body bashed against the cold hardness of the marble floor and almost instantly felt the excruciating pain. Karen reached out for her leg screaming wildly, her piercing screams echoing through the emptiness of the school. Quickly Sami covered Karen’s mouth tightly and dragged her back into the gym, back to the gruesome scene of her murdered friend.
“You and I will be together whether you like it or not” .Sami told Karen.
“YOU ARE SICK !!” Karen yelled twisting in pain as she was dragged. They finally got inside the Gym. Sami’s eyes shone with excitement.
“You are, and always be mine” Sami said sadistically as he licked Karen’s cheek and ripped her blouse open. Karen tried helplessly to get him off her, but all her efforts were in vain, hot wetness welled up in her eyes.
“Please Sami don’t do this !!” begged Karen.
“Shut up !!!!” screamed Sami. More pain swept over her when something cold and sharp penetrated her stomach, then it came crashing down again and again. Suddenly the pain faded away, she could feel nothing , nor the pain, nor Sami’s body over her, nor her body at all, just then her sight became blurry, and she was gone.
By: André Grandier
The sun shone bright and hot up in a lovely, cloudless, blue sky. Karen Marquez and her friend Gracia trotted lazily on the track as they spoke
“So, how did he take it? Was it easy?” Gracia asked Karen eagerly.
“To be honest, it wasn’t easy,“ Karen confessed.
“When I told Sami I didn’t want to be his girlfriend anymore he got really upset”
“And what happened ?”Gracia said .
“Well…” Karen giggled. “He begged me not to dump him ! Can you believe it? What a looser !!”
“Totally” Gracia agreed. Gracia was Karen’s best friend. She was tall and tough, muscular and even mean and evil looking, her chocolate-toned skin matched her deep brown eyes which were also the same color as her short hair always tied back into a ponytail. Karen on the other hand had silky white skin, her glossy, brownish-dark hair was shoulder-length and her mischievous golden-brown eyes made her one of the prettiest girls in the whole school.
“I had to tell him I had a new boyfriend, but he told me something that frightened me”
“What ?” Gracia asked warily.
“He said that I belonged to him and that he wouldn’t accept this” Gracia burst out laughing.
“From what movie did he get that line? !” Then she repeated nastily in an high toned voice imitating Sami. “You belong to me ,I won’t accept this” The two friends burst out laughing hysterically. The sound of a whistle at distance made them turn. Mr. Valencia was calling the whole class to get changed, the two of them ran to the gym to change to their normal clothes, after that they went to fourth period. Karen had Geometry 1A and Gracia Biology. They waved goodbye to each other, oblivious that it will be the last.
♦♦♦
Karen tried hard to solve the area of a 12 by 15 rectangle when she felt a vibration in her pocket , carefully and making sure no one was looking she took out her cell phone. It was a message from Gracia. Karen read it.“Noemi I have to talk to u it’s very important I’ll meet you
At the Gym at 3:30 and please be there”
Confused by her friend’s message she wondered what she wanted. The last hour of class seemed eternal, Karen was eager to know what was that so important that Gracia needed to tell her. She couldn’t wait to the accorded time to know it so she decided to go right to her class at the end of the period. At last the bell rang. Karen stormed out the door surprised to see that the perfect bright, sunny day had turned cloudy and gray as if the day’s happiness had been driven away and now sadness was held in the atmosphere. No time to think about that Karen thought. She went straight to Mrs. Reynosa’s room, Gracia’s Biology teacher.
“Hi Mrs. Reynosa !” greeted Karen.
“Hi Karen how are you?” said Mrs. Reynosa warmly
“Good thanks, uhh, I was wondering if Gracia is still here?” Mrs. Reynosa scrutinized Noemi’s face then in a serious tone she said
“Graica didn’t come to class today” now Karen was really confused, she thanked Mrs. Reynosa and walked away. Still feeling her gaze hammering her neck Karen glanced at her wrist watch. It was 3:15. Karen hurried to the gym, on her way there she realized that the hallways were oddly empty , then she remembered that many people had gone to the football game Poly High School against Van Nuys High School. She wasn’t surprised to see that the gym was empty as well. Karen sat on a bicycle and waited, waited, and waited. Karen took a look at her watch. 4:10 pm already.
I am so out of here Karen thought bitterly. Just when she was about to leave she something very wrong and dreadful. Little drops of red blood stained the wooden floor her heart started to pound hard and fast in her chest as she started stoned at the red liquid. The drops led to a small closet in the corner of the gym. She walked toward it, slowly, warily. She hesitated. Finally, with a trembling hand she opened the closet.
Karen stepped back, shocked in mute horror. She wanted to scream but her throat felt as dry as dirt. She wanted to run but her feet were planted in the floor. Karen felt the dizzy faintness spread through her body. She looked away and covered her mouth to stop the vomit from coming out, then she looked back at the horrible image of Gracia’s dead body. Karen could still see the terror in Gracia’s lifeless eyes and purple face, her mouth was open uttering a silent scream. The deep wounds on her throat and stomach still bleeding, still fresh. Abruptly she turned and ran just to be stopped by a pair of big and strong arms. Dazzled she looked up to see her ex-boyfriend Sami looking lovingly at her
“I knew you’d come my love” said Sami. Terrified as she was she understood it all.
“What have you done you sick psychopath ?!! Why did you kill her? ! Why?!!!!” Sami’s face turned wild.
“ Don’t you understand?!! She wanted to separate us ! But don’t worry my darling we will be together for ever !!!!!”
Karen felt cold and warm all at the same time her body trembling all over, yet all of a sudden she felt rage surging up inside her. She turned her hand into a fist, looking vehemently at Sami, and with all her might threw blindly a punch at him aiming for the face, fortunately she had good aim. Karen’s fist came crashing against Sami’s nose, then ran out the door feeling as tired as if she had been running for hours.
The front door was locked. Desperately, she whirled around and ran to the back door which led to the lockers. Karen ran though the large rows of navy-blue lockers one after the other until finally she spotted the back exit door opened. Karen had reached out the door and was about to jump down the three steps before her when a pair of strong hands pushed her hard from behind, her hand surged for something to grab but found nothing but thin air. She raised her arms to cover her face, then heard the sickening snap as her body bashed against the cold hardness of the marble floor and almost instantly felt the excruciating pain. Karen reached out for her leg screaming wildly, her piercing screams echoing through the emptiness of the school. Quickly Sami covered Karen’s mouth tightly and dragged her back into the gym, back to the gruesome scene of her murdered friend.
“You and I will be together whether you like it or not” .Sami told Karen.
“YOU ARE SICK !!” Karen yelled twisting in pain as she was dragged. They finally got inside the Gym. Sami’s eyes shone with excitement.
“You are, and always be mine” Sami said sadistically as he licked Karen’s cheek and ripped her blouse open. Karen tried helplessly to get him off her, but all her efforts were in vain, hot wetness welled up in her eyes.
“Please Sami don’t do this !!” begged Karen.
“Shut up !!!!” screamed Sami. More pain swept over her when something cold and sharp penetrated her stomach, then it came crashing down again and again. Suddenly the pain faded away, she could feel nothing , nor the pain, nor Sami’s body over her, nor her body at all, just then her sight became blurry, and she was gone.
-- THE END.
Monday, December 21, 2009
The Second death -- Blood Report
BLOOD REPORT
By : André Grandier
The fire had consumed 10 thousand acres already. Hideous and thick, heavy clouds of ash and smoke stained the pale blue sky and threatened the morning sun which shone with a dull, reddish, bronze glow. The acidly sour smell of burned wood and ashes invaded Noemi Tovar’s lungs. She frowned and rushed inside the room. It was cold inside the classroom. She copied the agenda and went on to do the warm up. Although she tried to solve the problem her mind was somewhere else.
When she joined the Poly Optimist, the schools newspaper with the greatest prestige of the zone, she thought it would be fun. Noemi was a great writer. Throughout the semester she had established herself as one of the main writers, but she didn’t enjoy that kind of writing. That made her realize she actually hated journalism, so she decided to get out of the class. Besides she was also sick of Mr. Blau’s contemptuous attitude. Mr. Blau was a grumpy old man with straight white hair and mustache with deep expression lines marked on his forehead, around his eyes and mouth. When Noemi told Mr. Blau she was getting out of his journalism class she never thought the horror that this decision would bring upon her. At first Mr. Blau only freaked. There were not too many writers and he could not afford to loose another one. He tried to persuade her, but nothing worked. At last he accepted the inevitable, but he assigned her one last story.
“ This will be your last story” Mr. Blau said.
“ We need a story on the fires threatening the school”
Noemi didn’t know why she had agreed to do the story, perhaps she could have just said no, but didn‘t. At the end, she agreed reluctantly, out of an impulse to finally get over it.
The rest of the day went in a blur and Cross Country practice was as exhausting as always, they had to run to Sepulveda which was about ten miles away. Noemi knew it was weird that Mr. Blau had told her to meet him after her Cross Country practice, since the old man never cared about anybody’s life. She and Ivan talked it over after practice.
Ivan Escobedo was her teammate, sometimes something even more that that, sometimes he was the most trustworthy person you could find around. He was tall and slender, slightly muscular, with big emerald eyes that shone as if they had light of their own and which matched his white flesh. Noemi on the other hand was shorter and slender as well, with silky white skin, mischievously intense brown eyes, high cheeks and glossy shoulder-length hair.
“ I don’t want to go” Noemi complained
“ Then don’t “ responded Ivan
“ I have to, I have no choice. Besides I already told Blau I would go”. Ivan’s eyes grew wide.
“ Ohh… I know”. He said jubilantly as he pulled out from his back pocket a strange, green and rectangular object. She realized what it was then. It was a knife pocket. One of those kind of knifes of which the blade disappears inside the handle and with the right amount of pressure to a hidden compartment, the blade springs open. The silver blade gleamed gold in the sunlight. Noemi had not meant to laugh, but she did.
“ If they catch you with that you’ll get spelled for sure, you know”. Noemi scolded.
“ Only if they catch me” said Ivan
“ And what am I supposed to do with that?”
“ Protect yourself smartass” Ivan joked. Noemi laughed harder.
“ I was just joking okay” snapped Ivan, more embarrassed that offended, warmth rising up his cheeks. Just then Mr. Rivera arrived from behind and greeted everybody.
“ How’s my favorite team doing !” Rivera yelled. Ivan froze. The knife still on his hand. Instinctively Noemi took Ivan’s pocket knife from him and hid it in her own pocket before Mr. Rivera could see it.
“ Great” said Noemi with a little more enthusiasm than necessary, her voice creaking with patent nervousness.
“ I got to go. Later “ She grabbed her bags and walked away before anyone could say something, I‘ll give it to him latter. She thought.
The pinkish purple twilight was agonizing and darkness was creeping out from the shadows Noemi was feeling uneasy as she walked to room #14 but why do I feel so weird she wondered. Noemi got to room #14 , took a deep breath and knocked as an unexplainable icy thrill crept down her spine.
No answer.
She knocked again. Still no answer. Noemi sighed in relief feeling as if a great weigh was lifted over her shoulders. She turned around to leave but just then the door flew open violently slamming painfully against Noemi’s skull. The motion was extremely fast. Pain exploded and bulged from the back of her head, her knees betrayed her and bended unwillingly. She fell forward hitting her forehead hard, striking against the solid concrete sidewalk and she was knocked out.
*
When Noemi regained consciousness she was inside room #14. What had happened?. She couldn’t remember, slowly her mind was set to work again, then she remembered. She reached for her head which was still in faint pain and saw that she was tied by the wrists. It was so dark and obscure that she could see nothing before her, then the room was flooded with a bright white light that hurt her sight. Noemi opened her eyes adjusting to the light and discovered Mr. Blau in the door way smiling at her, it was then that she realized how she was. She was in the middle of the room lying over a wooden table her wrists were tied with tape and a rope attached to the ceiling hung down around her neck, the noose hanging loosely over her throat.
“ What is going on?” .Asked Noemi frantically
“ You wanted out didn’t you… well, now I am taking you out” said Mr. Blau coldly.
“ No…” she breathed. “ Mr. Blau you don’t want to do this-”
“ ohh, but I do, you traitor, there’s only one thing traitors like you deserve”. He walked toward Noemi. Tears welled up in her eyes.
“ But why.. I have done nothing wrong!!”. Mr. Blau just grinned pleasantly. Little by little Mr. Blau pushed the wooden table that stood between Noemi and death.
“Please don’t do this”. Noemi begged. Fresh tears sprang to her eyes. He seemed to be enjoying the show, enjoying the horror in her eyes. At last, with a final shove the table was pushed away. Her body fell. The rope tightened, and she started to choke.
Aaaack… A dry cracking sound escaped from her mangled throat. The rope tightened more around Noemi’s neck cutting deep into her throat.“Help…please “she chocked as her feet spun from one side to the other. Mr. Blau just laughed at her, delighted obviously.
A sudden blast of energy swept over her and she broke free from the tape holding her wrists. Noemi reached to her now bleeding neck desperately trying to loose the noose with no luck. Her racing heart started to beat slower and slower and she was starting to loose her strength. At that instant a single drop of scarlet blood rolled down her chin and she lost hope. A sudden flash of an earlier memory flashed before her eyes.
The knife! She had forgotten she even had it. Blindly she reached out for her pockets patting swiftly her jeans and then felt its rectangular shape in the interior of her pocket. Noemi took the pocket knife out and pressed the interior of the handle. The blade sprang open. With no hesitation she slayed the blade against the rope which broke instantly with a clean snap. The knife fell form her hand and she slammed onto the floor with a loud thud. There she was, sprawled over the floor moaning and coughing in pain helplessly. She was alive! She had saved herself, but her joy didn’t last long. Mr. Blau didn’t hesitate. He picked up the knife and trudged toward Noemi. His heavy leather boots thudded over the floor, hesitating, his breathing increasing drastically.
“There’s only one thing traitors like you deserve” Mr. Blau kept saying in a sinister tone, broadly smiling in a diabolical way. What had been of that funny and kind Mr. Blau? There was no answer for that. He rose up the knife over his head as he stroke the blade down to Noemi. She looked up just in time. Because of the sudden burst of adrenaline Noemi could see now more clearly. It didn’t go slow motion like in the movies, instead her mind absorbed ever detail around her. What she did next was either extremely bold or stupid. Raising her arm to protect her face she climbed quickly to her feet and tucked , with all the strength left within her, her body against Mr. Blau just as a football player might do against a rival. To her surprise and to Mr. Blau’s, Noemi was stronger that she thought. Mr. Blau fell backward onto the floor and rolled to the side in pain. If Noemi was going to escape this was the right moment. She stormed and burst out the door. It was dark outside, except for some hideous yellowish-orange street lights outside campus . The sky, an inky black with blazing white stars studded in it, there was no moon which made the school look utterly black, as black as a cave with no possible exit. That’s how she felt now. With no exit to this nightmare. She whished she could just wake up, wake up warm in her bed. But that was impossible for this was no dream, and her nightmare was real.
Now what? she thought. Mr. Blau wasn’t going to stay there forever, he will surely come after her as soon as he recovered.
Where do I hide? Where do I run?. She could not think straight. It was then that she felt it, the sharp pain swelling in her arm. She took a look at it and realized Mr. Blau did get her. There was a deep cut in the side of her arm, bleeding freely. Now it started to burn. She had to make a decision, and fast. She took off running toward the track, the last place Mr. Blau would ever suspect she would be hiding. Perhaps she was right. Perhaps she could have been safe in the track. But such was her panic and horror that she didn’t notice the trail of blood she was leaving behind. When she reached the cafeteria she was exhausted. She ran and ran but couldn’t seem to move fast enough, She felt as if she were trapped in slow motion. The loss of blood was starting to make its effect on her.
I must not give up, not now, not ever.
Fortunately, someone had forgotten to close she gate that led to the track. The wind blew roughly on her face carrying dust and dirt to her eyes, as if the place rejected her.
That’s crazy talk.
Noemi weakly climbed up to the bleachers. She sat in a corner wrapping her arms around her legs and ducking her herd between them making a ball out of herself. It only took a few seconds before she began to doze, praying that Mr. Blau wouldn’t find her. Of course, Mr. Blau had already found the trace of blood she had left.
* * *
A loud noise woke Noemi up. It was still dark. She didn’t know how long had she been sleeping but she knew instantly she was in danger. She felt wet and realized she was sitting in a puddle of her own blood. She was still weak yet, her short nap had refilled her with a little more energy. What was the noise that awoke her? She held her breath and listened.
Thud
They were steps ! Mr. Blau had found her ! Frantically she started to cry, she didn’t want to die, there were lots of things she wanted to do and still had not achieved them, there was prom, Graduation, College, Her future, Her dreams, all gone.
“No” she whispered firmly. I will not die here, not now, not like this. Another step was heard, it sounded closer this time. Noemi was decisive.
God…please help me.
Another step. Closer. Closer. Noemi took a deep breath and waited. Then Mr. Blau appeared before her with the knife at hand. Noemi let out a cry of both, anger and horror, and she tucked Mr. Blau just as she had done moments earlier. Mr. Blau had predicted she would do that and moved grabbing Noemi by the hair. Noemi let out now a sharp cry of pain and instinctively threw a punch at his face. He let go of her and she ran down the bleachers, Noemi had expected him to go chasing after her, but no one came. She whirled around and saw Mr. Blau struggling to keep his balance. He looked at her vehemently as he slipped on the sticky red liquid. Mr. Blau let out a bloodcurdling scream and he fell straight down on the empty side of the bleachers. The loud sound of his body against the concrete was sickening, unnatural, It wasn’t the sound of something heavy breaking, but the sound of snapping bones. All of a sudden Noemi felt weak, and she was forced to lie on the ground as an unexplainable force overwhelmed her, dragging her into unconsciousness. She dreamed. Only now it wasn’t a nightmare.
The End.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
The First Death--Blood Curse
Blood Curse
By: Andre Grandier
Natalie Vargas waited impatiently on the top bleachers beside the track. She was eager to meet her boyfriend Victor Gamboa who was supposed to be there long ago. Victor had told Natalie to wait for him for he needed to talk to Mr. Rivera. Natalie had light-brown, long, and curly hair which contrasted nicely with her creamy white skin and bronze-colored eyes.
Time passed by and the sky went from its eternal blue to pink and purple and finally as the day’s twilight faded away evil darkness invaded ,only now the pearly white moonlight bathed the school and its surroundings. Natalie glanced at her wrist watch as an unexplainable cloud of fear crept over her. Although it was late the air hot and still. A typical Summer evening .
”What’s taking him so long?” Natalie groaned. Then she heard it, soft at first .Someone was laughing. Warily, Natalie looked around while an icy cold thrill rolled down her spine, unable to identify where was the laugh coming from.
“Victor, if you are trying to play a joke on me I will never forgive you!” shouted Natalie angrily. No one answered. Silence. Then again the laugh came back, louder, sinister and more frightening and macabre than before. The laugh pounded in her ears. She couldn’t bear it, Natalie clenched her eyes and covered her ears breathing hard until the laugh stopped. She uncovered her ears and opened her eyes, but when she did, she stood frozen, horrified , her eyes wide open as she stopped breathing, her heart leapt into her throat. Victor’s head floating, staring right into her eyes, his hair stained with blood, one of his eyeballs had fallen out. His only eye shining with malice as he crackly grinned, blood blackening through the teeth and guts hanging in the edges of the neck. Natalie tried to scream but no sound came out. She tried to get away and stepped back realizing too late that she was at the top of the bleachers. She stepped into emptiness. Natalie tried to grab something, something that could save her. Not in time. At last, a bloodcurdling scream escaped from her throat as her body fell down the bleachers. Bump, bump, bump. Her body crashed violently on each step. Ii seemed endlessly. Bump, bump, bump. Again and again until finally she hit the ground hard and painfully with a cracking sound. Her eyes still wide open staring lifelessly to the sky as a string of blood made its way out from her head then the joyful laugh, playfully , louder than ever as it disappeared into the blackness of the night.
By: Andre Grandier
Natalie Vargas waited impatiently on the top bleachers beside the track. She was eager to meet her boyfriend Victor Gamboa who was supposed to be there long ago. Victor had told Natalie to wait for him for he needed to talk to Mr. Rivera. Natalie had light-brown, long, and curly hair which contrasted nicely with her creamy white skin and bronze-colored eyes.
Time passed by and the sky went from its eternal blue to pink and purple and finally as the day’s twilight faded away evil darkness invaded ,only now the pearly white moonlight bathed the school and its surroundings. Natalie glanced at her wrist watch as an unexplainable cloud of fear crept over her. Although it was late the air hot and still. A typical Summer evening .
”What’s taking him so long?” Natalie groaned. Then she heard it, soft at first .Someone was laughing. Warily, Natalie looked around while an icy cold thrill rolled down her spine, unable to identify where was the laugh coming from.
“Victor, if you are trying to play a joke on me I will never forgive you!” shouted Natalie angrily. No one answered. Silence. Then again the laugh came back, louder, sinister and more frightening and macabre than before. The laugh pounded in her ears. She couldn’t bear it, Natalie clenched her eyes and covered her ears breathing hard until the laugh stopped. She uncovered her ears and opened her eyes, but when she did, she stood frozen, horrified , her eyes wide open as she stopped breathing, her heart leapt into her throat. Victor’s head floating, staring right into her eyes, his hair stained with blood, one of his eyeballs had fallen out. His only eye shining with malice as he crackly grinned, blood blackening through the teeth and guts hanging in the edges of the neck. Natalie tried to scream but no sound came out. She tried to get away and stepped back realizing too late that she was at the top of the bleachers. She stepped into emptiness. Natalie tried to grab something, something that could save her. Not in time. At last, a bloodcurdling scream escaped from her throat as her body fell down the bleachers. Bump, bump, bump. Her body crashed violently on each step. Ii seemed endlessly. Bump, bump, bump. Again and again until finally she hit the ground hard and painfully with a cracking sound. Her eyes still wide open staring lifelessly to the sky as a string of blood made its way out from her head then the joyful laugh, playfully , louder than ever as it disappeared into the blackness of the night.
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