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| Emotions Out of Control | ||||||||||||||||||
| Corinne paced about that night, fuming about what Aidan was doing to her. "How can he do that? It's my property! He can't just take it from me!" | ||||||||||||||||||
| "Quiet down, Cor. I'm watching the game." She stomped in front of the TV and screamed at him. "Come one, babe," he said calmly. "It's nearly over." | ||||||||||||||||||
| She grunted in anger and stormed to her room, slamming and locking the door behind her. She kept talking to herself, making herself even angrier than she already was. "That bloody bastard! He can't control me like this. There's no way I'm giving in! It'll be a cold day in hell when I wear a fucking cheerleading outfit!" She sat on the edge of her bed fuming. She clenched her fists in fury, squeezing her eyes tight and screaming out again. But this time, when she quieted, she heard a loud screeching from across her room. Opening her eyes in curiosity, she saw that one of her tall, black metal lamps was collapsing in on itself -- for no reason. It wasn't even turned on. It was as if someone with a very strong grip had bent it in half without picking it up off the floor. She jumped up and moved away from it. | ||||||||||||||||||
| It stopped as soon as she'd moved. | ||||||||||||||||||
| She looked around herself, around the room trying to see what kind of contraption had made it do that. But she couldn't see anything. No strings. No magnets. No smoke or mirrors. | ||||||||||||||||||
| "What the hell?" she mumbled to herself. | ||||||||||||||||||
| Alex came knocking on the door soon after saying, "Could you keep it down in there, Cory? I'm watching my programs." | ||||||||||||||||||
| "Yeah," she said quietly. "I'll keep it down." She approached the lamp cautiously and examined it closely. Some unknown force had bent the lamp in more than one place. She touched it -- it was cold as ice. "How is that possible?" She backed away from it again, nervous that she might have had something to do with it. | ||||||||||||||||||
| Clink. A noise behind her at the window made her jump. She looked out in to the night sky -- about four feet away from the window of course, to keep any surprises minimal -- and saw nothing. Then something moved. She squinted focusing on that one particular point and saw it again. | ||||||||||||||||||
| Two eyes blinked through the bottom of her window. She went cold. At first she wanted to think that it was Aidan or Herbert playing a cruel joke but these eyes were gray. Aidan's eyes were green. Herbert's were brown. The eyes -- that didn't seem to have a face attached to them -- blinked again, not moving from their place, and Corinne screamed. | ||||||||||||||||||
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| Aidan sat in his room, looking through the book uninterested. He was never much of a fantasy person. He didn't like the whole "Lord of the Rings" fad and certainly wasn't going to get into it any time soon. This book seemed just like that. It was full of things that could never happen, people and creatures that couldn't possibly have existed, and the places were like nothing he'd ever heard of. He even got on the Internet to check up on some of the place names -- no records of any of them. That made it official for him. Everything in that book was complete fiction. | ||||||||||||||||||
| But, in any case, he had agreed to read some of it just to amuse Herbert. It was very boring as he flipped the pages looking for an interesting word here and there, and then he came upon the pictures. They were hand drawn and so life-like. Each one was drawn by a different person and all of them had the title 'All High Priestess' before their name. It seemed odd that the illustrators would give themselves the same titles as the characters in their stories. | ||||||||||||||||||
| The house was quiet, his parents had gone to the local movie theater for the evening leaving him alone -- the way he liked it. There was even a thunderstorm brewing outside and he always had enjoyed them as a kid. It gave him a sense of home to hear the pitter-patter of rain on the roof above him. Yet, beyond the rain, he heard that familiar buzzing. Corinne's bike is in my garage, so who could that be? he thought. He got up and looked out the window and saw another bike ride down the street and pull into his driveway. The bike belonged to Alex, from what he remembered. How she got that bike out without him going mental was surely a cunning feat. | ||||||||||||||||||
| Corinne dismounted, whipped off her helmet, and stormed to the door. I knew it. It's Corinne. But what does she want? He ran down the stairs towards the pounding on his door and opened it quickly before she could break it down. She was drenched, her hair dripping down onto her face. "What do y--" he tried to say, but she beat him to it. | ||||||||||||||||||
| "What the fuck are you trying to pull?!" she yelled at him. | ||||||||||||||||||
| "Huh?" | ||||||||||||||||||
| "That little stunt at my house! Who'd you get to do something like that, eh?" | ||||||||||||||||||
| "I don't know what the hell you're talking about." | ||||||||||||||||||
| "That person outside my window! Who was it!? Who the fuck was it?!" She pushed past him to get in out of the rain and entered his living room. | ||||||||||||||||||
| "Listen," he said shutting the door behind her, "I don't know anything about anybody outside your house. I don't know anything about any stunt, alright?" | ||||||||||||||||||
| "And the lamp? How'd you pull that one off, eh?" | ||||||||||||||||||
| "What are you talking about??" he asked confused. | ||||||||||||||||||
| "My fucking lamp bent up over itself in front of my eyes! I didn't find anything around to make it do that, but I know you had to have something to do with it. You sent that git to my house to spook me into complying with your bet. Well, it ain't gonna happen! There's no way you can scare me, you sheep!" She threw her stuff down to the floor and grabbed him by the shirt, pushing him to the wall with detest gleaming in her eyes. "You're gonna tell me how and why you did it, or I'm gonna make you into a woman!" She placed her other hand down on his groin, squeezing threateningly. | ||||||||||||||||||
| "I'm telling you, I have no idea what happened!" he shouted, fearing for his gender. She made no move to do anything further. "You know, it sounds to me like there's something really weird going on. You speaking in tongues without knowing what you're saying, strange things happening at your house. Maybe you're possessed." She squeezed harder making him flinch. "Okay, maybe that's not it... but maybe you should look into it just in case," he said in a slightly higher tone. "Can I please have my balls back now? I'd rather keep them on my person than in a jar under research." | ||||||||||||||||||
| She let go, but grabbed the collar of his shirt more violently than before. "I absolutely hate you," she growled. Aidan wondered why she had to say it to him when he already knew it. She'd shown it so many times before in action that it didn't need to be said. He saw something on her face that wasn't hatred, though. It was more like an inner struggle. | ||||||||||||||||||
| She held him tightly up against the wall and thought, He's in such a vulnerable position. Damn, his eyes are gorgeous ... so green. I could just rip his balls off and throw them back at him and not have to worry about him ever again... but why the hell am I letting him go so easily? What's wrong with me?? "Dammit," she muttered and pressed their mouths together. She couldn't help herself anymore. Every time she was around him her lust soared. She wanted him more than her bike and she didn't know why. This time, she couldn't say that it was because of her fever or an injury of some sort. She was fully conscious, completely in control, and yet had no way to stop from ravishing him right there. She began to wonder if she really was crazy. | ||||||||||||||||||
| Her hands had left his collar and were now busy on the back of his neck, pulling him closer to her and keeping him from moving away. He didn't fight at all this time. His arms wrapped around her waist and pulled at her shirt. He didn't want her to stop. She drove him nuts, but he was so attracted to her that the kiss made him forget everything. He didn't even seem to notice how soaked she was from the rain. | ||||||||||||||||||
| They both seemed so hungry for each other. They mutually stumbled over to the couch -- without once coming up for air -- and fell onto it. Her lips were so soft and sweet as he ran his tongue over them. Her tongue responded, thrusting into his mouth. Her fingers ran through his hair as her other hand searched down his muscular back, feeling the heat of his body as he undulated over her. He tugged her jacket off and began pulling her shirt up over her head when she stopped. "What's wrong?" he asked breathlessly. | ||||||||||||||||||
| She stared back wondering the same thing. "Shite..." she whispered, sitting up. | ||||||||||||||||||
| He sat up next to her. "Corinne? What's going on? This isn't another trick, is it?" | ||||||||||||||||||
| "No," she said, but her head thought otherwise. You should have said 'Yes,' just to make him squirm! She looked at him and felt the lust swell inside her again, but couldn't let it start all over. "I can't� do this. I have to go." She stood up, grabbed her jacket and helmet and started to the door. | ||||||||||||||||||
| "Wait... Corinne! Don't go! Not now, wait!" Aidan cried after her. He chased her out the door to Alex's bike. "Corinne, I don't know what's going on right now... with either of us... but... but..." | ||||||||||||||||||
| "But what?" she spat as she mounted the bike. "Whatever's going on is out of our hands. I can't let this happen again. You and I shouldn't be involved in any way together -- you're a preppy sheep; I'm a reckless punk. There's no way--" He kissed her again stopping her speech. She kissed him back at first, falling into the same feelings she had inside, but soon came to her senses and pushed him away. "DAMMIT!" she yelled, starting her bike. She slammed her helmet on and rode away leaving Aidan alone in the rain, bewildered. | ||||||||||||||||||
| He walked back inside and flopped down on the couch. What the hell is going on here? I can't seem to get a straight emotion out of her. He went to call Herbert. "Hey, Herb? Yeah, I think we need to get together to talk about something." | ||||||||||||||||||
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| On to the next chapter! I've had enough... |
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