Fatality (Discontinued)

Prologue

I guess this all started when I was fifteen. I was on my way home from school. I was one of the last to leave because I had detention for starting a food fight in the cafeteria. Since I was one of the last to leave, I had no one available to pick me up, so I had to walk the four miles to my house.

It’s not the first time I had to walk home from school. It’s a fairly safe walk, no alley ways or dark corners. Nope, the walk is all parks and friendly neighborhoods. I just had the misfortune of running into trouble a park a little over a mile from my house.

The park was quite empty, which isn’t really that unusual because there is a much better park less than a minute’s walk from here. I was just making my way by the park. I had my head phones plugged in with Coldplay blaring. I whistling along to the music and just enjoying my walk like usual when a rough hand wrapped around my waist and another wrapped around my mouth, preventing me from crying out.

I struggled against the hold, but this guy was obviously a lot stronger then I was. He literally picked me up with just that one arm around my waist and dragged me to the group of trees that lined the park. I kept struggling: I was kicking out my legs and using all my strength to get a punch in.

He froze our movements and pulled out something shinny and pressed it against my neck. My eyes doubled in size and I completely froze and stopped all thrashing. The shinning think being pressed my neck was that of a knife. “Listen here you little shit. The more you fight against me the harder this is going to be for you. I suggest you be a good, pretty, little boy and let me do what I need to do and then you’ll never see me again. But if you don’t, I’ll make sure that pretty face of yours won’t be so pretty anymore. Understood?” The man whispered into my ear.

The tears I was holding back started flowing freely as I nodded my head. The guy gave me a wicked grin and returned to his task of dragging me to the trees, only this time he leaves the knife against my neck.

Once we got deep enough into the line of trees, somewhere along the line I had lost my back pack, he pinned me up against one of them. He gripped both of my hands into one of my own and pinned them high above my head. His other hand still had the knife at my throat. He had pinned the lower part of my body down with his hips. I was utterly trapped.

“Listen here pretty boy. I want you to strip off your clothing for me nice and slowly. I want you to make a big show of it and it better be good. If I don’t like it or if you try anything or if you even make a fucking noise, I will not hesitate to shove this knife through your neck.” He harshly whispered into my ear.

He dropped my hands and took a step back to give me some room, but not enough room where I can make an escape. I slowly brought my shaking hands to the hem of my shirt and started lifting it above my head.

Before I could continue though, he harshly gripped my hair and pulled my head back. I had to bite my bottom lip hard to keep from yelping out. “I said make a show. If you don’t start giving me a show I’m going to fucking kill you. What part of that don’t you understand?”