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my first forum and my first story....:))

feel free to comment on it and voice your opinion but please say it in a nice way....

i'll try to update as fast as i could, it's a light novel and there's only 7 chapters...

i'll also try to upload pictures about the story...

and remember that everything that happens in the story happens for a reason and there's a lot of secrets and will be revealed in the next chapters....

and in advanced: Thank you for reading!!!!
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HOSTAGE by ERA
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This is is a work of fiction
Names, characters, places, and incidents
Are products of the author’s imaginaton
Or are used fictitiously
Any resemblance to actual events or locales
Or persons, living or dead,
Is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2008 by Era

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Hostage by Era

Summary: 17 years old boy accused of killing and raping
5 girls hopes to find justice

[1. Romance-fiction 2. Kidnapped-fiction 3. Justice-fiction
4. Japanese/American-fiction 5. Mystery-fiction]
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i got bored so i palyed with it... lolz:))
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Chapter 1: HOPE

And so it happened, I kidnapped her. She struggled real hard at first, but she can’t do anything with a guy’s strength. I dragged her to my late grandfather’s vacation house at a place far away from the city.

The house, though a decade old, properly worked. Water flowed from the faucet, there’s electricity, appliances worked, and the house still stand strong, my late dad always come here for vacation so it was tended very well. A year had passed since it’s last cleaned, a bit dusty but a simple wipe would do.

The house‘s location made it one of the best places to go when you kidnap someone. The house stood farther away from the neighbourhood, even if you scream, you won‘t be heard. The front side of the house was a farm and irrigation, although no one plants on it anymore, after all the house’s owner already died. To the left side of the house, the forest, the trails were covered in tall grasses and trees, mostly pine tree. The house is one storey and had a basement. Kitchen, dining room, 2 bathroom, storage room, laundry, 3 bedrooms, main room, and lounge occupy the first floor and on the basement was the study room, library, 1 bathroom, a private room and a lounge. My mom had been here twice only and none of my relatives have been here before, so it’ll be hard for them to locate me. This house really is an ideal hideout for me.

On the opposite side of the room, she laid on the bed. Her name is Krizzella. She moaned, murmured something, she must be dreaming. I bet she’s having a nightmare.

She was a beauty, this girl, a daughter of a judge and a florist. Before I kidnapped her, she wore a charming smile on her face, looking very cheerful. Her hazel eyes, sweet and bright; her pale skin glowed under the sun; long, straight, black hair danced with the wind. But from all her struggles and cries, her hair was mess up, her long nails chewed from fear, eyes swelled from crying, and she received some bruises marking her pale skin an ugly purple-bluish slightly greenish bruise, obviously from me.

I did say sorry after she calmed down though. But I bet she’ll never forgive me after dragging her to this mess where she’s not supposed to be.

But, all I want is justice. I want to find the real murderer of my ex-girlfriend. Clarice was my ex-girlfriend but I still care for her. And I’m positive that I’m NOT the murderer.

The night before she died, we had a fight. For unknown reasons, she started drinking and getting drunk. She was still underage, sweet 16. I howled at her for getting drunk nonchalantly. And like some other psychopathic girl, she would constantly hurt herself by cutting her thighs. I found that out when I was doing it with her but I really didn’t know when she started that.

A serial killer roamed on the city raping and killing girls around 14-17 years of age. These girls died the same way, 14 stabbed at the back; eyes suck out, a deep long horizontal cut on their stomach, a towel on their mouth, knife left still piercing the heart, and a pool of blood around them. It was a horrible scene and a horrible way of killing a girl.

But the last victim, Clarice who lived with her father on their apartment, evidence was left at the crime scene such as skin and hair under her nails and my DNA, id and fingerprints. I told them that I have been to her room many times, her father agreed with this. I reasoned that I must have left my id there. And she dug her fingers to my chest making blood seep out from it when we fought. But nobody saw us fight, no one can justify my words, and at the time of the crime I don’t have a prefect alibi.

Nobody believed me. Knowing a prime suspect for the death of 5 girls, including my ex-girlfriend had been identified; all the families of the victims came to me throwing cursed words. They kept repeating that I should go to jail, have a life sentenced or capital punishment. But, capital punishment? I’m still underage, I’m only 17 and there are many things I want to do with my life. But just being at the prison won‘t satisfy the victims’ families, as the law‘s scapegoat they gave me a capital punishment. But, there was no way I’ll just sit around in my cell waiting for my death without the real murderer in misery.

I was accused of brutally murdering 5 girls in total, even raping them. The news about my so called-crime spread through every corner of the country containing the headlines “Nathan Rivera receives capital punishment.” Two months was given to me before I die, after a month they’ll move me to another prison and been told that I will die there. It was a stormy night, lightning strikes and thunder echoed. The road as slippery as silk due to rain, add it together with the driver who’s a bit drunk and he even had the guts to race with a civilian. Due to the fast speed the car glided on the road and crashed sideways on a tree. We almost end our lives because of his carelessness. But that opportunity was a blessing, I used it to escape the police guarding me at the same time I was able to steal their guns.

I was nervous. I was scared. Many different thoughts flashed through my head. And the thought to reopen the case came to me. To reopen it I need to negotiate and even if I’m just 17, I’m no dumb. I went to the exclusive school the judge’s daughter studied at and followed her for a week. She usually hangs at the mall with her clique after school. And when the opportunity knocks, I strike and kidnapped the girl. I took her as a hostage. I called his father, to reopen the case again and to find the real murderer which is not me. And that I promised I’ll bring his daughter back after I found out he caught the real criminal with the right evidences. He did what he was told. Even if I told him not to tell anyone that his daughter had been kidnapped, he’d still do it in secrecy, so I didn’t bother. And I was right, he didn’t notify the media about his daughter’s kidnapped case, but I know he’s pawns are hunting me down.

Krizzella rose from the bed and turned around to look at me. Her hazel eyes still showed me fear. I took the first step and spoke to her in what to me is a gentle voice.

“Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?”

She shook her head vigorously and put her hands across each other to her chest; it showed me she felt scared. Of course, I would, too, if someone kidnapped me.

“You have to eat. Wait, I’ll go get your food.” I insisted. I know she hasn’t eaten since the time I kidnapped her.

I turned the knob and opened the door. Before I step out I looked back at her, face already buried on her knees. I locked the door as a precaution.

I climbed up to the first floor. The kitchen smelled like cocoa made me hungry again. I placed egg, ham and rice on her plate and poured some milk on her glass. The grocery store lie kilometres from here, but I managed to come back before she woke up. I carried the tray of food to the basement’s private room where she was.

“Here’s your food” I said placing the tray of food in front of her. She looked at me with worried eyes, “there’s no poison in it” I assured her.

She looked to her left bowed her head and push the tray a little bit away from her, telling me she still didn’t like it and acting like a rebel against my will.

“Ok, want do you want to eat? If you want something tell me”

“I-I w-want t-to go h-home…” Krizzella whispered and she started crying.

I put my hand on my forehead and repeated what I told her before I locked her up and let her sleep “look, you will, once your father catch the real criminal. I told you I’m not going to hurt you, so eat up” that was a lie, I already hurt her from dragging her to this kind of messed and the bruises she received from me, two on the right and one on the left arm.

This time, she cried louder. I sat near her and rubbed her back. She quickly glanced at me with a terrified look. I immediately stand up; pushing this farther will make it worse.

“Eat your food, I’ll just be outside. Call me when you need something” I locked the door again and let her cry all she wants. The rain poured outside, sometimes thunder could be heard and lightning strikes. I walk straight pass the staircase and turned right to see grandpa’s study room. It’s my first time visiting grandpa’s study room. Grandpa or dad would always stop me from coming here.

Amazement spread through me as I switched on the light. Hundreds of photographs covered the floor. The photographs served as the wall’s wallpaper, photo’s dangled from above. On the right wall, I noticed a door knob. I crept near to it and opened the door. It was a dark room and used in developing the photographs. I closed the door back, thunder echoed through the basement. I left the basement door opened and the sound and light slowly seep through the inside at every corner of the house.

Most of the photographs are animals, plants or landscapes but there‘s also pictures of people which are obviously stolen shots. He told me before that he’d love photography. He even taught me.

I was scanning my eyes at the photos when I heard her scream. I ran as fast as I could to her room and unlocked the door. She crouched at the corner of the room hugging her knees close to her chest, hair fell on her face. I walked towards her asking what’s wrong.

“I-I’m scared…. I-I d-Don’t l-like t-thunder… I-I’m scared… “She mumbled and kept on repeating them. I figured maybe she’s afraid of the thunder like how my ex-girlfriend was scared of cats. I ran fast up the staircase and closed the door, to lessen the sound of the thunder coming inside the basement. When I came back to her, she was still crouching at the corner.

“It’s fine, now” I told her while rubbing her back. But, she still cried.

I don’t know what to do to her. I’ve never knew how to comfort a girl who cried. So I chose the easiest thing to do on my mind and that is to make her feel safe. I took both her hand and held it in my palm, let her lean to my chest and kept on rubbing her back, telling her it’ll be alright. Like what I did to Clarice every time she sees a cat.

Realizing, she’s in my arms, she struggled to set free. I lost my balanced and I bumped to the wall. I let myself lean on it. Her hands on my palm, I pulled her and she leaned on me again; rubbing her back and telling her it’ll be alright. “I won’t hurt you, promise, so just calm down, relax, there’s nothing to be scared about.” and like how I did it to my ex-girlfriend, I kissed her head and kept repeating it’ll be alright.

Krizzella calmed down and stopped crying. Her hands clutched my clothes tightly, until she fell to sleep. I carried her in my arms and removed the tray of food off the bed. Slowly, I laid her down and removed her hands on my clothes. But, her hands didn’t give in; she still clutched my clothes tightly that I can’t remove it.

Without a choice, I slept with her on the bed, hugging her in my arms for she still cling to me and used my left arm as her pillow and the right soothing her. I removed the hair that covered her face and a goddess slept in tranquility stunned me. I felt guilty.

Morning came and her screams woke me up. I touched her shoulders and asked what’s wrong.

“w-why are you s-sleeping w-with me…” she answered in a shaky voice.

I relax a bit, knowing she screamed only for that reason. I giggled and she looked terrified, horrified, surprised.

“Well, how could I go to my room when you were clinging to me so tightly?” I replied with a smirk in my face.

Krizzella felt shocked at what I said that she blushed. She bowed her head down so I won’t be able to see her face. I stood up from the bed scratching my head.

“I’ll go prepare breakfast, the bathroom is down the hallway to the left,” I informed her. Yawning, I looked back at her and said “don’t worry, nothing happened between us. It was just a hugged. You were so cuddly” I teased, smirking at her, enjoying myself.

But that was just an act of pretending. All I want is for her to feel at ease and that’s the only thing I know to do at this kind of situations, joke around or did I make it worse? I don’t want to be such a bad guy. But she looks so cute blushing. I prepared two bowls and placed the cereal on the table and poured chocolate drinks for both of us.

I waited.

But she didn’t come.

I walked down the staircase and saw that the private room was slightly open. She wasn‘t in the bathroom either. I run up the staircase and to the main room. The door was partly opened and I rushed out of it and that’s when I saw her running to unplanted fields. I’m the fastest runner at school, no way can this girl beat me, I’m confident in that.

By every step, it closes our distance. Without any choices left as I was nearing to her, she run to the unplanted field, muddy from the last night’s rain. It slows down her running more. Goodness, this girl is stupid to run on the muddy unplanted fields.

I catch up to her and yanked her hair. She left out a horrified scream.

“Didn’t I tell you not to do something stupid? Heck! Nothing bad is going to happen to you if you only listen to me” I howled at her.

I grabbed her by the waist and turn her around to face me. Using her hands, she started hitting on my chest. I hold both of her hands. And yes, damn right, she’s crying and screaming at me.

“I told you I’m not going to hurt you” I said in a calm voice “so just relax, listen to me. I kidnapped you because I know your father won’t listen to any words I say. I know you know I’m charged guilty of raping and killing 5 girls in total, but believe me I didn’t do it. So, I want to-” damn she keep on struggling “- to reopen the case using this as a deal. I won’t hurt you as long as he find the real criminal and give justice to my late ex-girlfriend. “

My hands move back down to her waist, she keep on turning around to run and I have to pull her back to me. “I’m really sorry for dragging you to this kind of messed, but believe me I have no intention to hurt you”

I’m losing my patience “Really Krizzella, I swear it I’m sorry!!” I shouted and she stopped her body slowly collapsing to the ground. I looked at her faced and it was all muddy, her eyes closed. Crap! She fainted.

I carried her in my arms, but even with the mud on her she still looks mesmerizing. She’s a pearl in the mud, a diamond in the rough. I reached the back of the house and laid her down on the grass. I took the hose used in watering the plants hoping water flowed out of it. Luckily it did! I scrubbed some off myself and turned to her. I sat down beside her, wet my palm and wiped the mud off her face. She suddenly woke up, feeling the touch and water on her face, again, a horrified look in her eyes.

“I told you, didn’t I? I’m not going to hurt you.” I tried to explain myself. “Yeah, I’m sorry I dragged you here to this mess and made you feel miserable. I’m really sorry, but please don’t run away from me again because if something were to happen to you I’d feel responsible.” it’ll all be my fault if something happen to her, hey, I’m the kidnapper. And when a person kidnaps someone that person is in the kidnapper’s responsibility.

I looked at the ground. I could feel her stare at me.

“E-even if w-what y-you’re saying I-is true, you’d s-still go to j-jail f-for k-kidnapping me.” I turned my head and the moment our eyes met she looked down.

“I know that, that’s why I have to treat you extra special” I smiled at her, a warm, gentle one. Maybe, if it looks like that. But it sounded more like I was teasing her. “Here” and I sprayed water to her face.

“h-hey” she put her hand in front of her “I t-thought y-your treating me e-extra s-special” she yelled.

“Yeah I’m treating you extra special. See, I’m so kind that I’m even holding the water hose for you” I laughed. I don’t care if go to jail for kidnapping her. All I want is the right justice given to the victims.

She tried taking it from me or putting it down. But well, to this delicate girl, it’s useless. Boohoo! I kept on spraying the water on her face or her body and guess what? For the first time I saw her smile. All the mud from her face gone now, water dripping from her soft features made my heart skipped a beat. I was stunned that I couldn’t move or more like I still can’t believe I kidnapped a girl and ruined her life with a very unpleasant memory.

“I got it!” she exclaimed, giggling. Then her expressions changed “what’s wrong?” and I just realized I’ve been staring at her with my mouth partly opened.

“No, nothing.” I replied to her. I took the hose back even if she still struggle. “Got to clean you up!” and sprayed it at her body. She’s soaked and so am I.

“Stop it now! I’m clean” and that’s when I stopped and sat beside her putting the hose near me.

“Hey, you laugh!” I told her and I’m so happy that she did, because if not, my guilt wouldn’t have lessened.

“You made me!” she said in that sweet voice, without stuttering. There was a long pause and she added “I don’t know what really happened but you’re not mad at my dad, right?”

Damn, why does she have to ask this question? “Why would I?”

“Because dad said you’re guilty. Lots of people get mad at him for that”

“Yeah, I am” I said without looking at her. “Your father used me as their scapegoat. People had been feeling restless for that time, blaming it on the slow police investigation. So, they put the blame on me. Of course I’m mad.”

“I’m sorry”

“Why are you saying sorry? You didn’t do anything wrong. Actually, I should be saying that. I was the one who kidnapped you, remember? And I’m sorry. All I want is justice.” I looked at her and she looks sad. “Okay, can we just stop talking about that and let’s have a deal?”

“Deal?”

“Yeah, I want justice, for all the victims. I want to find the real murderer and your father won’t move unless I do this. So please don’t do anything stupid, like escaping. Cooperate with me! I won’t hurt you, just as long as you stay and do what I say.”

She’s thinking. And she blurted out “But I don’t even know if your telling me the truth.” damn! She’s right! Suddenly her eyes were at my chest, staring at it really hard.

I pulled my unbuttoned pole shirt to cover my chest, she stared at me “what now? Why are you staring at my chest?” I asked in a teasing tone, yes, with a smirk on my face.

“That’s not it” she defended. I kept on telling her she’s staring at my chest and she keep on defending that it’s not it! Hah! “I was just looking at your pendant, it was really pretty”

I stopped after what she said. I looked at the pendant hanging on my chest and put it on my palm. It‘s a key shaped pendant, it‘s top is heart shaped with a little circular metal over to insert the lace and the key has three teeth. It’s the same size as my thumb. Dad gave it to mom and mom gave it to me when dad died. Mom said it was made from platinum and it’s embedded with little stones with different colours, which are deep blue, purple and transparent. It’s indeed beautiful.

“Dad gave it to my mom who gave it to me after he died. It was a gift from dad to mom when they got engaged. Dad said it was the key to his heart. “

“How sweet” she said, smiling.

“You like it? Here, I‘ll give it to you.” I took it off from my neck and put it on her through the head. The lace was big enough to fit through.

“Why? This necklace is so important to you” she asked, surprised.

“It fits you!” I said and it was true! “As long as you have that, I won’t hurt you so will you cooperate with me now?” I asked touching her cheeks softly.

She thinks of it again and looked at the pendant on her palm. “Fine” she finally replied.

Thank Goodness, she’s such an angel.

We entered the house and I let her take a bath first. The thought of her taking a shower sink to my mind and made me froze. Damn, my man-side is racing or should I say my perverted-side. But hey, I’m a good guy. I just can’t stop thinking, the sound of the water hitting the tiled floor of the bathroom with a girl inside. Of course, every guy will think the same thing right?

I was blushing hard now, I could feel it. But I concentrated on eating my cereal. I put too much in my mouth that some of it was falling back on the plate and I’m choking. That’s when she got out of the bathroom and stared at me wide eyed.

“Nathan, what on earth are you-” she trailed of at the site. I guess rich girls like her don’t see this sight that much, huh?

I tried to say nothing, but all the cereal stuffed on my mouth just dropped back on the plate and I’m choking real hard right now, know why? Of course you do if you’re a guy. A girl wearing your old clothes that are so big to her and boxers that are so short you could see her legs and just came out of the shower room with her long hair dripping and uncombed making her look so sexy and seductive and you stuffed your mouth with food then you saw her and you blushed. Of course, you’ll choke!

She helped me, by delivering five back blows and all the food come out and I was able to breathed freely again. Thank goodness she was there. Wait, wasn’t she the reason?

“Geez, what are you a kid?” she asked me.

“Certainly not! Just hungry” I replied, and there’s no way I’m going to tell her what my thoughts are, but I bet she’s not wearing anything underneath her shirt and under her shorts. After all she only had one pair and we don’t have dryers (or even washing machine). I hope she stays comfortable and doesn’t get her period. Hey, was that a perverted thought? Ah, darn it!

I stared at her as she put milk on her cereal and sit down.

“What are you staring at me at?” she asked, a bit scared she was covering her chest now. The chest!!! Yeah right, I was looking at it. Just a bit!

“t-the pendant” I asked a bit shaky.

“Oh“ she said and took it out underneath her shirt. “Here” she showed me and I looked away.

“o-ok” I stuttered but she didn’t seem to noticed, though.

“Nathan, are you going to hurt me if I didn’t wear it?” she asked me.

That made me stopped from swallowing down my food. I drop the spoon and drink a glass of juice beside me.

“No, with or without that I won’t hurt you, Krizzella, as long as you listen to every thing I say.” I replied to her.

“So are you telling me if I don’t listen to what you say, you’d hurt me?”

I whispered but loud enough so she could hear, “probably.”
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NICE!

I like where this is going. ;)

Love how the relationship flourishes between the two...would like to see more of Nathan's dark side though +_+ (if he has one)...

Keep up the good work! Can't wait till next chapter. ^^
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wooaaaa, you are GOOD!!

pls continue, I might be addicted to this story Era... I loved their relationship....

Well written....you are one good story teller.
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thanksssss....

i'm working at both the drawing and the story... makes my hand tired so much!!!!! plus homeworks..... nooooooo !!!!!!
and i edited Krizzella's last line.. coz i noticed it seems to vague..... the last line only!!!!! sorry about that...
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XD so cool
but its going to be only 7 chapters D=
Anyway......... it was great....... i wonder if he'll really hurt her... .. XD
6 more chapters to go D=
oh well ^_^ i'll be waiting for the next chapter Era ^_^
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wows!!! at 1st i thought da story would be a scary one but then as i read on i got caught into their relationship of a kidnapper nd da victim^-^ very very good!!! keep up da good work!! :]
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Great and long chapie!!
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UN1M3 wrote:

XD so cool
but its going to be only 7 chapters D=
Anyway......... it was great....... i wonder if he'll really hurt her... .. XD
6 more chapters to go D=
oh well ^_^ i'll be waiting for the next chapter Era ^_^



yup feels like a countdown....
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wows!!! at 1st i thought da story would be a scary one but then as i read on i got caught into their relationship of a kidnapper nd da victim^-^ very very good!!! keep up da good work!! :]


i could make it scary...
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eeeehhhh a scary story...
SCARY XD
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Great and long chapie!! :P


i made it long so i don't have to updat fast....

coz i got lots of stuff to do at school...
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