Thread: Bring The Kids (As Day Fades & vertigis)

Christy froze as a mans face appeared under the stall door, scruffy beard and filthy tangled dreadlocks discernable even in the low light. Her brain had trouble processing it though. They were men and they were here in the park, yet there hadnt been any other cars in the lot when they arrived. Maybe they were squatters or bums or something was all she could think. Dont act scared, she tried to convince herself. Despite the nasty little trick theyd just pulled, things didnt necessarily have to get worse. But they did. Ahh! she shrieked as pair of grimy hands shot under the stall and grabbed hold of her long brown hair. The fact she had it drawn back into a pony tail made it even easier for the man to latch hold and tug her out by brute force, her legs kicking wildly as she slid across the floor, wads of damp toilet paper and various discarded filth clinging to her back. Her fingers tried to grab onto door but slipped clumsily and she quickly found her at the feet of the two men. More urine splashed against her bare ass and trailed up her back, leaving a wet trail on her top, before dousing her hair. Christy was sputtering and crying as the flipped her over, tears welling up in her startled brown eyes. Why the fuck were they doing this? Who were these psychos? Youyou assholes! she sputtered, swiping a hand across her cheek where hed let his piss dribble down, laughing. What is wrong with you?! Christy glanced from one to the other, the little knot in her stomach growing double in size as she realized just what a bad situation she was in suddenly. L-lookyou freaksIm, Im with a group! Theres a lot of us here, some guys too, she lied with surprising quickness, frightened eyes darting between their faces, like college guys, football players, theylltheyll beat the shit out of you. Andcall the cops Christy trailed off, breathing heavily, her hands poised over her chest defensively. So better leave me alone Tamaras long legs raced as fast they could away from where the men had gathered Shantis huddled form. A glance over her shoulder confirmed that she was being chased. Two of them, slowly gaining, a knife glinting in one of the mens hand. Jesus Christ, oh shit, oh fuck! Spotting a row of buildings, she turned in that direction, tugging desperately at the doors of each one as she passed. Locked, chained, boarded up. Finally one flung open when she jerked at the handle and she quickly ducked inside. Panting heavily, fighting not to panic, tears streaming down her cheeks from her sudden terror, Tamara glanced around the dim room. She was standing in some kind of gift shop. There were rows of empty shelves and hangar racks, some even holding merchandize that been left behind when the park closed, such a stuffed animal shaped like a cat, coated in a thick layer of dust, and a row of childrens T-shirts that read Thunder Hills - The Ride of Your Life! on the front. Her sandals slapping on the filthy floor, she hurried to the opposite door and grasped the handle, fingertips leaving smudgy impressions in the dusty handle. A sudden idea thought came to her then and, glancing back towards the door, knowing theyd be bursting through it any moment, she headed back into the shop. There was a confectionary stand located near the center, a grimy popcorn machine and empty soda dispenser still in evidence, and she quickly checked through the cabinets. They were all empty of course, except for some discarded cardboard boxes and giant plastic bags used for delivering the popcorn. Finally she found what she wanting though, one large enough to fit a girl her size, and she climbed into it, pulling the cabinet door shut. Covering her nose and mouth with her hand to stifle her heavy breathing, Tamara waited anxiously, listening as the door banged open and the men piled in. She prayed that theyd assume she kept running, out the back, and deeper into the park. Please, please, please