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eeeehhhh a scary story...
SCARY XD


lol...
i was just kidding lilpurplepanda....
i don't know if it'll turn out scary or whatever genre.....
i'll just have to keep on writting the story...
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here's the next chapter.....

5 more to go...

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Chapter 2: OPEN MINDED

Her eyes grew wide from fear and by then I just realized what I said.

“I’m kidding, just cooperate with me” I smiled at her. She seems to relax a bit and finally returned me a smile. But in truth, I don’t even know if I was just kidding or I mean it ,because I know in me, I’m desperate for her to stay. She volunteered to wash the dishes. And I sat still on my chair.

She gave me a sideway look and asked “why don’t you go take a bath?”

“Later” was my short answer. I don’t fully trust her, yet. So I stayed there for awhile feeling sleepy.

When she finished washing the dishes, I asked her to go down the basement. Mid way down the stair case she turned back at me. Her eyes showed me a glint of fear, anxiety….. And something, something, I can’t describe, but I knew it’s there deep in her eyes.

“Be back in a moment” I told her, smiled, closed the door and locked it.

I took a bathed hoping it would wash away all the stressed building up within me. I stand under the shower letting the cold water sting me thinking what I did wrong to be on this big of a mess. I’m the only one left for mom and I disappointed her. Clarice’s dad trusted me and now he’s going ballistic thinking I betrayed him. Dylan Blake, my best friend, never even went to my trials or visited me in prison. He must be really upset or he doesn’t care about me anymore. Thinking about it and what happened to me before all that made me really pity myself.

Life is so unfair.

I followed dad’s advice. I became a good guy. I’m never the student who does drugs or ditched class. I got straight A’s and I’m good at athletics. I did what mom tells me. See? I am a good guy. And I always wonder why all THOSE happened to me.

I got off the shower, dried myself and put on my clothes. I took the keys from the counter and headed for the basement. That’s when something caught my eye as I passed by the lounge. I’ve been here before but this is my first time seeing it. It was an old photographed of a girl on a piano. The photographed was framed in a classic style hanging on the wall. I bet she’s around 12-14 years of age. She has straight blonde hair, cream-colored skin and small frame. She was beautiful or better, charming. But the thing that really caught my attention was her eyes; it was a deep color of green like cat’s eyes. I stared at her for a while and sense a waved of familiarity. I think I’ve seen those eyes before, somewhere. Although, the sensation of her deep green, cat-like-eyes gave me chills.

The chills made me look away. I turned right and unlock the door to the basement. I checked each room but she wasn’t there. I entered the library and saw her sitting on the couch with a book on her lap. I crept closer to her and saw that I was mistaken. She wasn’t reading a book but flipping through my photo album grandpa took when I was a kid and she was giggling at all the stupid photos I have.

“This is really entertaining” she laughed.

It was my picture in the zoo crying with my ice cream melted on my hand and a giraffe looked down at me. I snatched it away from her.

“You’re scared of giraffe or is it because your ice cream melted?” she teased me giggling.

“You shouldn’t look at others photo album without their permission!” I growled at her. But I think she knows why I was crying on the picture through the looks in her eye.

“Yeah, right, scared-y cat” she burst out laughing.

I closed the photo album and return it to the shelves. I gave her an angry look that made her stop laughing but kept on giggling.

“Will you stop it?” I yelled at her. She stopped and grin at me, an evil grin.

“Uh-oh, Nathan’s pissed off”

“Yeah, right” I said without glancing at her. I was fixing the shelf when I saw the purple photo album. I took it out from the shelf and open it. I leaned on the book shelf and felt Krizzella walked to me.

“Is that your grandpa and grandma?” she asked curiously pointing at the picture.

I responded “yeah.”

“When was that? They look so sweet together.”

I laughed; they were indeed sweet in the photo. On the background was a vast garden of roses and a fountain at the centre with the azure sky above them, brightening their eyes. In front of the fountain were them hugging each other tightly “it was during their 30th anniversary in Madrid, Spain.”

“You’ve been to Spain?”

“Grandma is Spanish. Of course, I’ve been there, lots of time.”

“Do you know how to speak Spanish, too?

“Just a bit.”

“So your quarter Spanish?”

“Um, yeah, speaking of which are you Asian?”

“Yeah, I am. Mom is half Asian.”

“What ethnicity? Is it Chinese?”

“No, I’m Japanese.” she laughed.

“Sorry, they kind of look the same to me.”

“I wanna visit Spain. It seems like a really beautiful place.”

I looked at her and imagine my self at grandfather’s position on the picture and grandma as Krizzella it made me smile and said “when this is all over how about me bringing you there?”

She looked surprised for awhile and said “as long as you pay for the plane ticket and hotel fees” she grinned at me and looked back at the picture.

Now that’s a lot of money to spend I can’t even afford one for myself. I guess asking her was a wrong thing and I was even looking forward to hearing her say yes.

“Was that you?” she exclaimed startling me.

I looked at the picture she was pointing at. The picture was taken in one of the beaches in Spain. I was topless and looked at the camera winking and smiling holding my head phone around my neck as the sun set behind me. “Um, yeah, I was 13 back then.”

She laughed, “You were surprisingly cute back then” and said emphasizing the word back then.

Now that really was a surprise, what she said, although, I don’t like being called cute. She looked at another photo of me, this time I’m inside my hotel room wearing a red polo shirt. I slouched on the chair with my apple laptop on the table.

“You’re eyes have been like that since you were a kid?” she asked pointing directly at my eyes.

“Um, yeah. Did you think I got it from an accident or disease?”

“Actually, yes, so you got it from genes?”

“It’s called heterochromia and I‘m an example of a complete heterochromatic.” I said smiling then continued “it can be inherited due to genetic mosaic. This kind of eyes is very rare especially to humans” I point my finger on my eyes and winked.

“That’s so cool” she said gazing at them intensely “the left eye is blue and the right eye is green.”

“Every time I met someone for the first time it’s my eyes that they first noticed. I wonder why it took you so long to see it.”

“I noticed it the first time I saw you. I just couldn’t bring myself to say it.”

“Why?”

“Because I can’t even hold an eye contact with you Mr. Kidnapper.”

Ok so that’s it, she was just scared before. People I met for the first time say my eyes are cool or weird or asked what happened to my eyes? It’s also one of my physical traits they usually remember.

“Who is that?” she asked pointing at the picture of a girl with brown wavy hair, blue eyes and tan skin wearing a white sleeveless dress holding a drink and leaning on the balcony railing “she’s pretty.”

How many times have I heard that? Twice? No, 50 times? Hundred? Nah, million times over. She was really pretty that it made my chest hurt at the thought of her again. I sat down and leaned on the cold wall. She sat down beside me, staring, waiting for my response.

“Her name’s Nathalie and she’s my older sister.”

“Really, your sister is pretty. I never knew you have one. The newspaper didn’t mention anything about you having a sister.”

“She’s dead,” I said softly “she died a year ago.”

There was a long pause. I looked into her hazel eyes that slowly turned green and saw mixture of emotions such as sympathy and shocked but pity definitely isn’t there. I’m glad for that. But for a second, I thought I saw a glint of joy or more like the emotion I saw in her eyes just a moment ago as she stared at me mid way down the stair case. And the wave of familiarity exploded in me, letting me feel every single sense of it. That emotion hidden in her eyes, I swear I’ve seen this before, but where or more like when? I put both my hands on my head, feeling a sensation of something coming to me. I clutched my head tighter.

Do it.

It was only two words but I felt very nervous like I did something really bad and like my chest is going to blow up because of my nervousness. My chest hurt.

“Are you ok?” she stared at me with the same emotions on her eyes, no worry, care or concern. She’s faking this.

“Yeah, sorry about that it’s just a headache.” I lied, tagging along, although I didn’t really have a headache. I don’t even know why I was clutching my head when the pain is on my chest.

“I’m really sorry about your sister. I bet you felt nostalgic.” now there was some sympathy on it only until the next sentence. I stared into space, guessing what’s actually going on in her mind. “What are you thinking?” she asked and those were the exact words I want to ask her.

“Nah, nothing.” I replied.

“But there’s no such thing as nothing”

“Like what?”

“There must be something”

“Which is nothing…”

“Something is everything. There must be something!”

“Nothing is a part of everything, too”

“Because nothing is a part of something”

“And nothing is something”

“That means there must be something”

“Which is nothing”

“But-”

“Remember, nothing is a part of something and something is everything” I cut her off and grin.

After a long pause, she finally spoke “I’m lost”

“No, you aren’t. You’re here on earth”

We stared at each other for a moment and burst out laughing.

“Nah, I’m lost, too.”

“But we’re both here on earth”

And we continued laughing, forgetting the sensation I had just awhile ago. We laugh in what seemed like hours and settle in silence. It wasn’t awkward silence at all. I watched her as she breathed and flip through the photo album, thinking what I have just seen.

She looked up to me and asked breaking the silenced “Your father is dead, too, right?”

“They both died in the same car accident.” I replied softly. She looked at me with the same eyes like before.

“You must have been devastated, I’m sorry” she’s faking it again. I think behind this façade she’s really enjoying my misery “when?” she questioned.

I replied to her the words I wanted to free from myself “they died a year ago of the same date as today.”

She stopped flipping the pages of the album; the glint of joy in her eyes had faded away “what problem caused the accident?” her tone was serious.

The emotion fading away from her eyes convinced me to answer more of her questions “Somebody tampered the break the car crashed and exploded, burning both their bodies. They were ashes when I saw them again.”

“Where did it happen?”

“A block away from Lauren town square in Ryan Street.”

“Do you know who did it?” tears started swelling up in her eyes.

“Yeah, it was my best friend’s brother, Anthony Blake.”

That hit her. Soon as I said his name, tears run down her rosy cheek, dropping down at the photographs. It felt weird. I knew she was just faking all the stuff before but this time it’s real, why is that?

She smiled and said to me “I’m sorry; I made you remember about it” she wiped her tears with her hands.

This is really weird “I’m over it” I told her. I touch her cheeks and wipe her tears with the back of my hand but she kept on crying more and more. “What’s wrong?” I finally asked because it didn’t seem like she was crying for my late sister and father already.

“I just felt sad” she answered “maybe I should go to bed. I feel sleepy.”

I felt sleepy, too so I told her its fine if she go to bed now. I accompanied her to her room making sure she’s ok. She went to the bathroom first and did business. When she came out of the bathroom she looked at me with a worried expression mix with fear.

“c-can you get me a g-glass of w-water?” she asked stuttering. I felt like we’re back again to square one.

“Sure” I said and went up the basement to get her a glass of water.

Before I went down the basement, I looked at the photographed at the lounge again. I was hoping the emotion at the girl’s eyes would change. But, of course it didn’t. I now understand Krizzella’s feeling awhile ago towards me. She was feeling happy about my misery. Maybe, because she still believes I was the serial killer. I wouldn’t blame her; of course you can’t trust a person easily. Maybe, that’s why she cried so hard. Maybe, she thought she was wrong after knowing about my father and older sister and felt bad about being happy about it.

I run back down the staircase to the basement and headed to the private room. She sat waiting for me to return with her glass of water. I handed it to her and she thanked me with a smile, a force smile. It’s hard figuring out what’s going on in her mind. At first she was happy about my misery, second she felt really sad and next she’s so scared. Do girls change their feelings so fast?

“Good night”

“Good night” I, too, said and she closed the door on my face, leaving me standing at the doorway.

At the moment a feeling dawned in me. Something felt really wrong but I can’t point out what it is. This feeling made me scared. Really, I’m feeling too many feelings today and I hate it. I turned around and walked to the lounge. I decided to sleep there if people notice lights from this house they might get suspicious.

I slept on the couch with my old pyjamas and shirt. I pull the blanket on top of me and stare at the ceiling. Thousands of thoughts swirled inside my head making me feel dizzy or is it about the sensation I felt awhile ago having an aftershock? I wonder what’s happening on the investigation. Is it turning out fine? Does he have a prime suspect already? Did he gather the right evidences? It’s only been 1 week and 3 days since I escaped from prison and 3 days since I kidnapped his one and only daughter but I hope he already have clues to who is the real murderer. I plan on going back to the town square to call her father tomorrow.

My eyes drooped down ending my day, beginning my dream of the unexpected.

The child woke up and felt his mouth bleeding. He slowly stood up and wipe the blood that run down from his chin. His whole body ache and covered in bruises. He had cuts all over his body that sting every time the cold breeze flew in from the open window. The child looked around him and saw brick walls cracked and metal parts, broken glasses of bottles and cigars on the floor. The open window is just in front of him, gazing at it he could see the vast ocean sparkling as it illuminates the starry sky. He fell down to his knees, his body still weak and a mocking laughter followed from behind him. He gradually turn his head at the laughter’s direction to see none other than his nightmare, the deep green, cat-like-eyes, the black, long, dirty hair contrasting the pale-white skin and the insane smile. HIM.

HIM was the person, who beat him up, together with his gang that hovered behind him. The first thought that came to the boy’s mind was to run away but with his weak body there’s nothing he could do. His heart pounded fast and loud from the nervousness he felt. HIM is carrying a black cat on his arms and HIM is going for the child.

“Ooh, are you scared?” HIM scoffed kneeling down to level his height with the child. Laughter came from his group of friends.

The child looked at the black cat with the same deep green eyes as HIM. He backed away from the cat and HIM noticed.

“What you don’t like the cat?” HIM asked.

“G-get that t-thing a-away f-from me” the child stuttered.

The group of friend of HIM laugh harder and one of them even tried to imitate what the child said. HIM found it amusing and took his army knife from his pocket.

HIM said in his hoarse voice, “then why don’t you just kill the cat?”

The child’s brown eyes grew wide. He had never killed a cat before and he didn’t like the idea of it. But what can a five year old boy, injured and weak do?

“c’mon, here” HIM insisted handing the knife. The child hesitated but HIM continued “if you kill the cat he’s gone and you’re free. You can come back to momma.”

The thought of coming back to his mom made him want to do it. The child hesitated and after a long paused and a deep breath he took the knife. HIM smiled and his friends watch in amusement giggling and enjoying the scene like a blockbuster movie. The child held the knife in his hand and grabbed the cat sitting obediently not knowing his life is about to end. And as the cold breeze entered through the open window the child plunged the knife deep into the cat’s neck. The cat move to set free but he grabbed tighter and the cat died only few seconds after the knife was plunged. The child not knowing its dead plunged the knife several times over and HIM and the gang clapped, laughed and point at him in amusement.

The child looked at the scene. The cat’s distorted body, the pool of blood around the cat, the knife he dropped on the floor and his white shirt that had turned to red. The child’s adrenaline kicked in and run pass HIM and his gang to the staircase, nobody followed him. He screamed and cried. The moonlight seeping through the building’s cracks lightning his way but before he could even come out of the building the scene dissolved to pure darkness. Behind him was a small light. He turned around and the light grew brighter, smoke rising from the ground and his father appeared smiled and disappeared without a word.


“Dad!” I woke up screaming, hand stretch out at the thought I might grabbed him. Yesterday, Krizzella was the one who screamed and now me. The difference was she screamed at the sight of reality, I screamed at the vision of a nightmare. I saw dad from total darkness he appeared as the smoke rise from the ground and smiled at me to disappear again.

I sat up. Bad move, my head spin, my vision went blurred and I felt dizzy add it with my head ache. The dream was so nostalgic it made me want to cry. No, I’ll really cry if my dream was only about my dad. Surprisingly, I saw HIM in my dream and heard him talked but to who? Well, it surely felt like it was me. But if he was talking to me, then did I kill the cat? My heart pounded and I felt nervous, the scene flashing back at me. I looked at my white shirt and saw an illusion of blood. I put both my hands on my head. But the scene of the dead cat, the sound of the mocking laughter, the feeling of killing something…. Yes, the feeling of having killed someone came back at me.

This were the same nightmare I had when I was still in prison that almost convinced me of killing and raping the girls but today were a lot stronger. I never dreamed about my dad before, my head doesn’t ache and I don’t see his face in my dreams before. But why now, why is Anthony Blake in my dreams telling me to kill the cat? Was I the one who really killed the cat? The thought of me killing the cat spooked me but Anthony Blake being there scared me more. Was it a lost memory that I managed to remember only now? My head hurt like hell.

After a little while I stood up and went to the bathroom. I washed my face with cold water and changed my clothes to dark blue jeans and black sweatshirt. I reused my socks. I exited the bathroom and look to my right and saw the private room’s door slightly open. Thinking she’s in the library, I peered inside and saw nothing. I looked up the staircase and saw the basement door wide open.

That’s it, that’s what I was feeling after she closed the door on my face. The feeling that I forgot something and I indeed forgot to closed the basement door. I run up the staircase. Her clothes aren’t hanged on there anymore and the backdoor that leads to the forest is wide open. I looked around hoping to see her. No shit, like my father she had disappeared and vanished into thin smoke.

Krizzella’s gone.

She’s gone.

Gone.
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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...


lol I know what u mean,I'm writing 3 stories at the moment (I have my own group to write my stories in) so yeah,its hard lol
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sgurlrox67 wrote:

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...


lol I know what u mean,I'm writing 3 stories at the moment (I have my own group to write my stories in) so yeah,its hard lol


wat group???? let me check your stories too...:))
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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...


lolz!! nty!! XP

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Era013 wrote:


lilpurplepanda wrote:

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...


lolz!! nty!! XP



as i said before... i'm kidding... i'll just continue writing and if it turns out scary... then i'll just have to make it more romantic to balance it out....:))

you don't like reading scary stories, huh.... ok...
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Era013 wrote:


lilpurplepanda wrote:

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...


lolz!! nty!! XP



as i said before... i'm kidding... i'll just continue writing and if it turns out scary... then i'll just have to make it more romantic to balance it out....:))

you don't like reading scary stories, huh.... ok...


yays!^-^ lolz nopes i dont, me nd scary stories dont get along^-^'

wows...i wonder if he actually killed da cat >.< oh nos!! shes gone!! o.o

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that was great !!!!! but why in the world did Krizzella leave!!!! thats not FAIR!!!!!! TTT_TTT anyway ^_^ i'll still read it if its scary XD and i'll tell it to my friends XD
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wow....
thank you so much....
wait for the next chapter and you'll find out what happened...
but that would take a little while...
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thank you so much for reading....
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ur welcome!^-^
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nice nice nice!!

I really enjoy you writing long chapters... I love your story, its so catching and drawing

btw u shouldnt limit yourself like "i mustnt write scary stories" or "i must write romantic stories", when u start limiting your story....like keeping someone in one room, something will always feel missing in it... u should write it just the way u want it, the way it comes to you...when u try to fix it, edit it, change it.... it usually becomes worse at least thats what happens to me...

its great right now, just the way it is... please keep writing
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nice nice nice!!

I really enjoy you writing long chapters... I love your story, its so catching and drawing

btw u shouldnt limit yourself like "i mustnt write scary stories" or "i must write romantic stories", when u start limiting your story....like keeping someone in one room, something will always feel missing in it... u should write it just the way u want it, the way it comes to you...when u try to fix it, edit it, change it.... it usually becomes worse at least thats what happens to me...

its great right now, just the way it is... please keep writing


Thanks for the advice... much appreaciated...

but to tell the truth i really don't know what it'll turn out... if it's scary or not.. or romantic or not... or whatever genre.... but i know one genre that this we'll have for sure... mystery!!!! although it won't be a crime mystery thing where there is a detective figuring out the stuff... it's just mysterious... and when i first thought of the sotry in my head, there's the mystery.. when i started typing it on my com... the romance came out since i want nathan to kidnapped someone so i added a teen girl he could fall in love in.... lolz~
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Thanks for the advice... much appreaciated...

but to tell the truth i really don't know what it'll turn out... if it's scary or not.. or romantic or not... or whatever genre.... but i know one genre that this we'll have for sure... mystery!!!! although it won't be a crime mystery thing where there is a detective figuring out the stuff... it's just mysterious... and when i first thought of the sotry in my head, there's the mystery.. when i started typing it on my com... the romance came out since i want nathan to kidnapped someone so i added a teen girl he could fall in love in.... lolz~


I loved it sincerly, romance is an essential if you ask me... I am glad you did it that way... mystery is good btw, it always keeps you on the edge
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I loved it sincerly, romance is an essential if you ask me... I am glad you did it that way... mystery is good btw, it always keeps you on the edge


thanks for that.... :))
i love mysteries... so that's why... and most books without a touch of romance in it is boring....
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