Famer's Story-writing debate tournament Round#1 Lannan13 vs. Mouthwash

Welcome to the second story-writing debate tournament. The rules and voting guidelines will be provided here: S&G will be awarded as usual Conduct will only be awarded to the side that forfeits least (cursing within the story is allowed as this is a story) Arguments will be awarded for the side providing the more interesting continuation of the story. Sources will be awarded to the side with better writing techniques and displays a better ability with writing a story. Both sides will produce a story starting with the Instigator. One story will be created, and must be continued on from both parties within the debate. (recommended that the Instigator gives a title for their story before starting) For more information both about the tournament and the member's involved, please visit: http://debate.org......; Title is: The Secret It was a fall evening you could here the leaves rustling in the breeze. I was walking home from the dance club at night. As always I took the back streets home. I herd foot steps behind me. My heart was pounding out of my chest and one thought raced through my mind. Someone has found out my secret... and they are going to drag me off to some... some freak show, with me as their main attraction. I began running home, hoping I could escape them, but the faster I ran the louder the steps got. I stopped behind a dumpster huffing and puffing, out of breath, but something was a miss. The foot steps had stopped, was this some trick to get me into a false sense of comfort? If it was I wasn't falling for it! Home is only a block away. I began to slowly walk so not to draw attention. I finely made it home and locked door behind me. I was so relieved that I didn't see my mother across the room. Her arms were crossed, her face wore a frown, and she had that evil eye stare; I could tell she was crossed. "Jessica Aloyweasis Roberts just where have you been?" Crapola I forgot about her, she doesn't know that I go out to night clubs, she thinks I'm off with my friends studying. This is mostly true given the fact that I go to the night club to with my friend Ashley, but mainly I go to see if I could get the hottest boy at school to go out with me. Charlie Ashton, he has dirty blond hair, blue eyes, and he has that sexy smile. I look at the clock and see that it's 3:30 in the morning, crap to make matters worse I'm past curfew. I open my mouth to tell her, but she raises her hand to silence me and says, "I don't want to here it, go to bed!" The next day I call my friend Ashley and tell her about what happened and she says that she'll be right over. I get dressed before she comes over, I look in the mirror and I see my jet black hair, my slightly tan skin, with my Charlie Scene shirt with my skin tight jeans. I here a knock on the door and I race down stairs to go and answer it. As I open the door it's some tall dark and mysterious man. "Is Jessica Roberts home." Oh crap they've found me, I think to myself. "Who... wa..ants to..ooo know." I stuttered, failing to keep my confidence up. "I'm sorry where's my manners, I'm Dale Cox. I work for the IOFOT." He holds out a card and IOFOT stands for International Organization of Freaks and Other Things, "And I'm here to take her away because... she fits into the category." "How do I fit into the category?" I slapped my mouth to cover up what I said, but it was too late. He smiled and said, "It's alright we're doing this for your own safety as well as the public. I turned to run, but my vision blurred and I blacked out. When I woke up I was in a strange room, it was dark and cold. I looked around but couldn't see anything but a chair, and a figure in the corner. I tried to move but I couldn't, something was holding me down that I couldn't see. "I'm glad to see that you're awake!" the figure said. "Why am I here... What did I... a teenage girl ever do to harm anyone?" I asked. The figure didn't respond, he just stood there maintaining his figure though I'm not sure why. Hours latter, or that's what it seemed like, another man came into the room and said, "Are you ready for testing? Or do you still want to lay there impatiently and harm us like last time!" Last time, what did he mean by that, I didn't harm anyone. I didn't want my sarcasm to play off as me being serious so I very carefully said, "Only if you're ready." He straightened his back and motioned for someone to come in. 8 heavily armed guards came into the room and the one with the name tag that read Ahrens picked me up and slammed me onto the operating table. I tried to move my arm to slap him, but I couldn't. It finally struck me I was on some type of drug that had me paralyzed so that I couldn't move. They took me out of the dark room into a hallway with a blinding light. One thought raced through my mind as they pushed me through the hallway, oh crap they're going to kill me and carve me up like a pumpkin. They opened the doors and pushed me into a brighter room and the table stopped. Suddenly they started riping my clothes off, I saw out of the corner of my eye someone getting undressed. Then I felt someone place duck tape over my mouth! NOOOOO!! I tried to scream to I managed nothing more then a little moan. The undressed man flipped me off the opperating table after I was naked, he then kicked me over and got onto me. Oh crap this is rape! I tried to scream, but couldn't manage a single word. Swet was pouring out my body. I then blacked out (this is to protect the young members on this site). The last thought I had before I blacked out was, Oh God, why me, I'm just a 16 year old, why have you wrought this. The story will now be continued by MouthWash.