"Famer's Story-writing debate tournament Round#1 Buddamoose VS TUF

"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://www.debate.org... ---------------- "I'll be watching" Prologue: *Drip, Drip, Drip* As he floated out of the murky depths of unconsciouness, he slowly opened his eyes... To darkness. The kind of dark that one could cut with a knife. Not even the slightest bit of light emanated anywhere. As if he were located within an endless void, the only companion being the steady drip of water that *splash* was landing squarely on his forehead, trickling slowly down. Attempting to move he quickly realized that he could not. Shackles rattling as he tried to do so. "Oh god," he thought to himself, "where am I? Why am I shackled here? What is happening to me?" And the thirst, oh god the thirst. If only that trickle of water would flow to his mouth, allowing him at least a tiny bit of water to quench it. But he could not even move his head, as that was restrained too. Instead the liquid simply rolled off the side, as useless as te sweat that was beginning to bead on his forehead. His entire body was racked with pain, agonizing pain. He knew he was hurt, but couldnt see how badly, or in what way. The terror began to encompass his thoughts, a dark cloud quickly sweeping over the landscape of his consciousness, until every inch, every crevasse of every thought, was filled with it. "HELP!!!" he croaked, "HELP ME!!!" drip, drip, drip The water was the only response. For what seemed like hours the man lay there. Trembling, sobbing, pleaing for help, screaming for answers. Yet none came until... *click* A light came on. As it did the pain the man felt intensified. Blinding effervescent light, that wracked his head in agony. He closed his eyes instinctively, praying for the darkness to return. But it did not. Slowly after minutes passed the man opened his eyes. Observing his surrounding as best he could. He was shackled in a white room, strange symbols and markings could be seen to cover the walls. Suddenly the restraints holding his head loosened just a little, allowing him to move his head slightly. "OH GOD!" He gasped, the markings, those symbols, covered his body, carved into him. Now he saw, why he was in pain. "WHY AM I HERE?" he sobbed, "WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME?" A chuckle was heard from behind him, "oh dear Mr. Bennett, those questions will all be answered, though, i shall say, if you truly think about this enough, you would come to those conclusions yourself." The voice that spoke sent a chill through Bennett's spine. Rasping, the S's in the mans soeech slithered about, as a snake in the grass. "TELL ME!" Bennett plead, "please, just tell me!" "Very well," the unknown being rasped in response, "first I shall ask you a question. Does the name Annabelle, mean anything to you?" Bennett's eyes flew wide in shock, "what!? I...dont know.. What you are talking about!" He replied. "oh but you should Mr. Bennett, you should. You became quite familiar with her recently, one could say... Grotesquely familiar." "I dont know what you're talking about!" Bennet spoke, "please just let me go. You're obviously mistaken." "Oh but I'm not mistaken at all, here let me show you how unmistaken i am." Suddenly the surface Bennett was tied spread eagle to started to raise upwards from one end. Until Bennet was lying diagonally to the ground, able to see in front of him clearly. Slowly a figure shambled into view, cloaked in robes of crimson red. He turned to face Bennett. A large hood covered his head, masking his face in darkness. The only thing that could be seen were a pair or glowing, almost demonic, red eyes. "look to my left Mr. Bennett, and you shall see" he...it... Whispered. A portion of the wall retracted, uncovering a large TV screen. Pictures were cycling by. Photos of Bennett. Bennett standing next to a yong girl, maybe 15, 16 at the oldest. Bennett speaking with the girl, Bennett in a car with the girl. Bennett... in the woods... digging a hole in the ground, a form wrapped in a blanket laying beside it. As every photograph cycled by Bennett began to tremble more and more. Oh my god, he thought, how does he know? How was he able to take these! I was so careful! "Why? Me. Bennett," the robed figure spoke, almost as if he read his mind. "Because Mr. Bennett, I see these things. I know when people commit or are going to commit monstrous deeds. My purpose, my sole purpose, is to find these people, these monsters like you, and punish them for these acts." "Who... Who are you?" Bennett asked. "Who am I?" It scoffed, "i've been known by many things throughout human history. I was created by god, allah, yahweh, whatever you want to call this being, to perform this purpose. But my name is irrelevant tonight. Tonight you may simply call me your judge. For I am here to judge you on this matter. To sentence you depending upon your guilt or innocence. You may also call me your Jury, for i am here to determine your guilt or innocence as well. And likewise, if necessary, I am also your... Executioner." Bennet's eyes flew wide in shock, "please, i swear i'll turn myself in to the police, I'll confess to everything. Just please dont kill me! I did it! I killed her! Just... Dont..." The figure cackled, "an admission of guilt? Well this will make these proceedings all the easier. Daniel Bennett, tonight you are before me to be tried in the rape and killing of Annabelle Rose. You have just admitted your guilt in this matter, and thus i have no choice but to pronounce yoy guilty of this crime... Even though," it chucked , "an admision of guilt wasnt truly necessary. As you are guilty of the crimes being held against you, I hereby sentence you to death." Bennett began sobbing, as the figure slowly drew a knife, homding it above him, blade pointed towards his chest. The lights in the room shut off, but this time, darkness was not what pervaded the room. Instead the symbols on the walls were glowing faintly in red. The knife that was above Bennett was glowing as well. "After many years of being kept in solitude, I have returned. Wherever there is a monstrous crime being commited," the room began to glow brighter "I am sworn in the name of the most holy, to punish these wrongdoers. I am sworn to be ever-vigilant. Tonight marks my return, tonight marks the first time in eons, that i can say, that... I.. am.. watching." The red glow flashed in intensity and the knife plunged downwards. Screams of agony, echoed, through the night. ------------- Okeh TUF. This was just the prologue, so really the basis of the story is left to you. Its obviously set in modern times given the tv screen. But soecifically when it up to you. How does this tie into a plot? Is this being or man the main protagonist? The antagonist? All this is really up to you. Remember, this has started out vividly twisted, and definitely fits into the horror genre of storytelling. Good Luck!