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| Fiction: Figments part 2 |
Posted by
Meranda_Jade on Thursday, March 13, 2003 - 03:05 AM PST
"Never let me go? If you're a figment of my mind, can't I just imagine you doing whatever I want? I can make you let me go." I renewed my struggles against him, which only seemed to excite him further. He drew my arms above my head and held my wrists in one hand, smoothing my hair off my forehead with the other. He ravaged my lips in a long, drugging kiss that sent my senses reeling. Every nerve ending in my body came alive as I writhed against him shamelessly, and a longing I had only felt in my dreams overtook my soul.
"You are in my world now, sweet one. Here, my desires rule yours. What I desire is you. I am the embodiment of all of your repressed longings. Together, we are going to fulfill them all." He stood swiftly, yanking me up with him, still holding my wrists. He swung me into his arms, cradling me against his chest and walked rapidly through the junk scattered about so quickly that I couldn't react. I held still, fearing that further struggles would knock about and damage more of the clutter of my mind.
He carried me to a dark corner of the shop that was half-hidden in shadows. An old, antique bedframe stood here, bare except for a sagging striped mattress that looked ready for the trash heap. The scarred and scuffed headboard looked familiar... was this my old bed from childhood? I struggled harder in his arms, determined now to get away. There was no way I was going to allow him to have me here, in this place.
His arms tightened around me, hugging me close to him. I slipped halfway down his body, wriggling furiously in my efforts to escape. His hand slid up the back of my neck, under my hair, his fingers grasping a handful tightly and pulling hard, so my head was thrown back, elongating and exposing my neck. I gasped at the sensation, half pain, half pleasure, my nails digging hard into his arms as he leaned into me and his teeth grazed my sensitive throat. "No, no... not like this. Not here." I gasped.
"Too many memories, dear?" His smile was mocking. "Of course, you don't want the thoughts of my taking you to be mixed up with childhood illness, hot chocolate in bed and your favorite teddy bear, do you? I never intended that. By the way, your bear is right over there." I looked where he indicated and there it was, in the corner of the bedside table. One button eye was coming off, held by a few straggling bits of thread. It seemed to gaze at me reproachfully. The whole shop seemed too small for a moment, the walls closing in on me, and my breath was becoming very shallow and rapid. The shock of the whole thing was beginning to catch up with me, and I was sure I was going to be ill.
With a knowing look, he threw the folds of his coat over my head, wrapping it tightly around me. I was enfolded in darkness, held tightly against his body when I felt him leap over with me in his arms to crash with me onto the dilapidated mattress. I held myself taut, expecting a jarring landing, but there was none. Instead, there was a weird sucking sensation, as if we were being pulled through the mattress, then there was only falling, swiftly through the darkness. I passed out.
When I came to, I was in a softly candlelit bedchamber, lying daintily on a huge four poster bed covered with rose-colored bedsheets. My chestnut curls were spread out, framing my head, and my arms were artfully arranged in a classic damsel in distress pose. I was wearing a sheer white silk nightgown that clung to me, revealing every sultry curve of my body.
I seemed to be alone for the moment, so I had time to think about what was really going on. It all seemed so bizzare, that I would be trapped in my own mind by a creation gone amok. Why would I create such a thing and how did he take control of my mind? It didn't make sense. For one thing, he was a pervert who delighted in making me seem helpless. I glanced ruefully at the white nightie, knowing it was not something I would have chosen for myself to wear. Perhaps I'd been drugged, and this was his house? That made more sense than that locked in myself story. Still, that was a very weird moment at the door of the junk shop. I shook my head and rose from the bed. Walking over to the mirrored dresser in the corner, I searched my reflection for signs of drugs or madness.
A movement in the shadows behind me caught my eye, and I spun away from the mirror to see him standing directly in front of me. He was leaning against one of the bedposts, arms crossed. He had changed his clothes too, now he was wearing a white poet shirt and snug black pants that outlined his obvious appreciation for the garment in which I was barely clad. "Had time to collect yourself, sweetheart? You know by now there is no escape. You are mine, now and forever." He took two steps and was at my side, reaching for me.
I evaded his grasp, moving quickly around to the other side of the bed. I was still too close to that piece of furniture for my comfort. "Now just wait a minute there. What is really going on here? Who are you really?"
"I told you. I'm a figment in your mind. You made me because you needed an outlet for your desire. I am all that you dreamed of but could never bring yourself to ask for. You want this, possibly more than I do." He started toward me again.
"Wait! Where are we now, if this is my mind? I've never dreamed of anything like this. Or of you." My heart was beating erratically again, that confused, unfocused feeling was returning to my mind.
As if feeling that he'd regained the upper hand, he smiled darkly. "This is the farthest reaches of your subconscious. From here, you'll never find your way back to the front of your mind, where the doorway to your escape lies. You've never seen any of this because you never have been in touch with yourself and the darkest depths of your soul. Here, you have no choice but to experience all that you secretly desire." His eyes glinted in the candlelight as he approached me, enfolding me once more in his rough embrace.
"Will you stop doing that?" My voice rose to a hysterical pitch. "I don't believe any of this, and I don't even know your name. Why don't you just let me go, and we'll forget this ever happened. I won't go to the authorities." I looked up at him, my hazel catlike eyes wide with what I hoped was an innocent, pleading expression.
"You still don't believe?" He looked incredulously at me and tightened his hands on my arms, slightly shaking me. "How can you not believe all that you have seen? There is no way out of here but through the door in your mind, you silly girl. If you leave this room, you will be lost within your subconscious, and believe me, if you think I'm scary there's no way you could ever face what's out there. The depths of your mind is a very frightening place. You're far better off here with me." He thrust me away from him, I fell sprawling onto the bed. He walked swiftly to the door, presumably to lock it and stopped short as the door came crashing open.
The being standing in the doorway was more elfin-looking than my abductor. He was lightly built and long pitch-black hair fell to his waist. His eyes were lime green, and glowed in the candlelight. He had an exotic air about him that I just couldn't place, and before he even spoke I found him enchanting. He was dressed in tight black leather from his neck to feet, with spikes and studs and other bits of metal gleaming on him. He glared with absolute hatred at the figment standing in his way.
"I finally found you and just in time too, it seems. You'll hand her over now." He spoke in a commanding voice, with rich, rolling tones that were at complete odds with his appearance. I shivered with a feeling that was not quite fear.
"Not bloody likely, Javen. You know you can't fight me and win. She's not going anywhere." My figment's eyes glittered hatefully. "She's mine now, and you of all people aren't going to take her away from me."
(to be continued...)
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Re: Figments part 2
by callei on Mar 13, 2003 - 06:26 PM
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I do love your brain.
I get to read them first neener neener neener!
I think the imagery is also as interesting and enchanting, if you will pardon the phrase, as the actual story line.
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Re: Figments part 2
by Geist (tattooedslacker@yahoo.com)
on Mar 13, 2003 - 09:53 PM
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My article never should have been posted with this. Your work is in a class of its own Meranda. I wish I had half as much talent. The imagery is just amazing. I can actually see everything that is goin on...
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Re: Figments part 2
by Shade (Shade@Gothcult.com)
on Mar 14, 2003 - 08:05 PM
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Meranda...wow. This story is coming along beautifully and I'm really glad I waited until I had a moment to concentrate on this chapter. The flow of the plot has me entranced. Please keep it up, I'm all eyes to see what happens next!
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Re: Figments part 2
by PoeticChaos on Mar 27, 2003 - 10:56 PM
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This is a great story, it keeps going different ways. I mean I think I have it figured out and then it changes, but trust me that's a good thing. Anyway, I was wondering if i could draw Javen, he reminds me of my friend that I was planning on using as a model and Javen has given me an excuse, with your permission of course. Also, if there is a fight between the Figment and Javen I was wondering if I could also do a snapshot type drawing of that, but only if it happens, if not I'll just have to keep hoping.
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