Sepia - An Original Fanfiction

Sepia - An Original Fanfiction

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She knew this place. How did she know it? Where was it? The air smelled different here. It was dirty and had faint hints of alcohol laced into it. Avril tried to get up from her chair. And she screamed. Barbed wire tied her to the three legged chair. It had just cut straight into her stomach. She was bleeding. And yet, it was a feeling that didn't bother her all that much. It was painful, but bearable. The blindfold was pulled off her eyes. She knew instantly where she was. There was no mistaking the crimson bloom that had soaked into the floorboards. Yes. Avril knew where she was. And she had to get out before they came for her. "Too late" said a deep voice behind her... It was Patrick Stump.
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When Pete shows up Sunday, mid-afternoon, for ten days of house sitting and "Keeping a general eye on things, Patrick, we know you're too old for a babysitter, but we worry," he looks exactly the same, except for a stupid haircut that makes him look like someone cut it when he was too drunk to look in a mirror, or something. "Hey, kid," he says, first thing, lugging a huge, shiny brown duffle behind him. It's slippery, nylon or something, and it keeps rubbing against Pete's jeans, making some sort of whispery zipper sound that sets Patrick's teeth on edge. "I'm here for Patricksitting. I assume you're the Patrick?" Link to the original story: http://adellyna.livejournal.com/355836.html

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