Biography | Quentin Beck

[Gullible] - Wednesday, January 9th, 1976

Today would be different. Quentin thought to himself as he was up five minutes before his alarm. That's how excited he was. He had put together one of his nicest outfits and combed his hair, allowing it to be extra fluffy. The boy had already finished all of his father's demands last night, so that he could have the morning all to himself. Elmore slept in, he wouldn't be up until at least eight, which was when his son left for school. Things would finally go his way.

Beck hadn't explored the woods, he really never stepped foot into them, he didn't have a reason to. So hopefully, where he chose to wait was the right spot. He decided to eat his breakfast bar as he waited, along with drawing in the dirt with a branch that had fallen from a nearby tree. It was such a beautiful day. This was all so new to him, but he couldn't wait to get to know Tiff.

But he was also nervous about his part of the sharing. Would she still want to be friends with him if he told the truth? Maybe he'd lie- tell her he had a loving family who were just on the poor side of society. No, because then he wouldn't be trustworthy if he lied for their first real conversation. What to do, what to do.

"Oh good, you're here!" He heard from behind. In the distance was Tiffany, who was dragging a pretty standard chair with her before she placed it down and leaned on it. "I didn't know if you were going to show up or not!" Her bag being tossed aside to the ground.

"Of course I'm here! I wouldn't miss our first opportunity to have a real conversation." He smiled before shifting his focus to the piece of furniture, "Also, what's with the chair?"

"I brought it for you so that you wouldn't have to sit in the dirt. You want to go ahead and see if it's comfortable?"

"That's really nice of you Tiff, and I'm thankful for the thought, but that doesn't seem fair to me since there's only one. I'll stand for now." 

"No, no, I insist!" She pushed, "Plus, it's a test to see if people can handle how generous I am. Please?"  Her big blue eyes expanding with that sad puppy dog look. Who could ever turn that down?

"Well, I still don't think it's fair, but if it'll make you happy..." Quentin responded quietly while making his way over to the out-of-place wood. He sat down in the seat, it was hard and cold, almost like the chairs at their desks, but he didn't want to fail his first test so he'd suck it up. "Thanks again, what did you want to talk about n-"

"Oh, I'm so glad you like it!" She interrupted, "We'll talk in a minute, promise, I just want to show you something first." The girl smiled to the other before turning around and unzipping her bag, humming a small tune as she searched for something.

Beck leaned his head to the side, trying to sneak peeks of what it was, but her backside was all he could see. This was so weird. He swayed his legs and shuffled his feet in the dirt, creating imprints of his shoes. His smile from before had faded instantly when he found a shiny blade flicked in front of his face.

"If you scream or fight me in any way, I will cut you." Her tone had changed on a dime. It used to be sweet, a little quiet even, but now it was rough, stern, mean.

"W..What?" Quentin stuttered, trying to lean as far back from the weapon as he could, fear clear on his face as he whimpered under his breath. "What are you doing? Is this a joke? If it is, it's not very funny..."

Beck was ignored, but as mentioned earlier, he didn't like conflict. So he obeyed. He stayed quiet and allowed her to tie him down to the piece of furniture. Even if he wasn't being threatened, he would have done the same thing. What was she planning to do with him...?

She tested the bonds to make sure her prisoner was tightly bound to what would be his prison for the next half hour. She'll never forget the look in his eyes, but she couldn't focus on that right now. She had things to do.