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Thread: Bride of the Bogeyman

The ring of white iris in each of his eyes were surrounded by inky blackness, filled with a predatory glimmer as he watched the young woman approach the closet and undress. A wicked smile curled his lips as his gaze licked over her slender curves and ample bosom, admiring her body even as something primitive and wild stirred within him. And he knew her. Visiting millions of closets and bedrooms just like this, he, and the other creatures that inhabited his kingdom, fed off of the terror and sorrow that was elicited so easily from the young. And he'd been to her bedroom thousands of times, frightening the five year old little girl until she grew up and her fear faded. But Locke did not forget about her, and a tremor of delight coursed through him as she became aware of his presence. That intoxicating fear in her eyes kept him magnetized, feeling the waves of it rippling off of her. Now that he'd found her again, grown and ripened beautifully, he was not leaving without her. Leaving the comforting shade of the closet, he stepped forward into the light that spilled from a lamp on her desk. Standing at full height, his dark jacket went all the way to the floor, left to hang open and exposing his bare chest. His lower body was obscured by a dark pair of pants that hung low, clinging to his hips and exposing washboard abs and several inches of pelvis flesh beneath his belly button. Hard, and wild features dominated his face, eyes shadowed and dark, with black hair, short and spiked wildly all over his head. He stood apart from the closet and regarded her with a hungered look. Sophie... he said, his voice smooth and deep, practically purring the word with satisfaction. And it was repeated by a multitude of whispering voices, emitted from the closet where vague shapes moved behind the row of clothes.
Thread: Bride of the Bogeyman

Her frightened exclamation got another dark smile to twist across his lips. But rather than answering her, he moved forward closer to the bed. And he did not move like a man but rather with a stuttering, jolting walk, his image speeding across several inches that separated them, standing firm and then speeding again - like someone was playing with the fast-forward button and directing it at him. Suddenly he was there, on her bed with her, ripping her blankets off and grabbing ahold of her. He let her struggle weakly in his unyielding grasp, pressing his muscled body between her delicate legs, allowing her to feel the arousal buried within. And despite any noises she was making, he smirked, unworried, before opening his mouth in an elongated O shape, the interior of which had been transformed into a depthless darkness. A harsh rushing sound, like a stormy wind, came from his lips and his eyes opened wide before he surged forward and latched his mouth onto hers. Laying over her, his dark coat draped over her to obscure her from the light. And a second later, they had appeared on a walkway, surrounded on both sides by dark, dank caverns. He grasped her arm and dragged her along behind him, his boots echoing on the floor of the corridor. On either side of them, occasionally the walkway branched off, turning upward and ending against smooth walls where doorways to that other world could be created. It was colder here, and damp, a heavy quality filling the air marking this place as completely different from the world they'd just left.
Thread: Welcome to Desperation

The heat clawed across It's skin, the sand and grit in the wind brushing like ethereal sandpiper on the backs of his hands. Even so, It didn't seem bothered by the overwhelming presence of the sun in the car, relaxing and waiting by the side of the tarmac river. Staring out through the lenses of It's borrowed eyes and further still through the glass and plastic of the shades perched on his nose and the windshield beyond. Nothing moved on the road except the shimmering waves of boiling heat, and the desert on either side was clear and empty, the sand almost white in the sunlight, making the landscape hard to look at. The seat of the cruiser creaked as he adjusted himself in his seat, his thick muscular body looking slim and statuesque in the beige trooper's uniform that he wore. On the seat beside him rested his wide-brimmed hat, for he was too tall to wear it in the car, the bristles of his dark, short hair brushing against the ceiling of the car. Like a whispered growl, hushed at first and progressively growing in volume, a car flew by, ignorant of where the police cruiser sat in the shade of a billboard. A smile curled darkly over his lips, the thing inside him smiling even as It forced his body to make the facial expression. And just after a breath of a second, the cruiser was predatorilly creeping from it's hiding spot, slowly illuminated by the sun like a lion emerging from its den. Back on the road once more, it quickly caught up with the lone driver, the lights on top of the vehicle flashing and a high pitched warbling urging them to pull over.
Thread: Welcome to Desperation

The span of highway Gloria sped down was known for not having cops on it. It was one of the old roads that seemed to streatch for eternity through the unforgiving desert, she wasn't worried though she had several full gas container in the backseat of her car should she run out of gas. The speedometer was pushing 100 miles when she noticed the flashing lights. Fuck! the brunette cursed softly taking off her shades to reveal dark green eyes. Sighing softly she slowed down the car and pulled off into the shoulder the engine on her viper rumbling in discontent as she shut it off. Pausing for a moment she undid a few buttons on her shirt to expose a bit of clevage and put on her best. 'I'm so very sorry' look in the hopes it would be enough to get her off with a warning. Reaching into the glove box she grabbed her registration and insurance. I'm so sorry officer I didn't realize how fast I was going. she said in her sweet southern accent as the cop got out of his car and walked to her window. I guess I was distracted. she looked up at him with her large innocent looking eyes. Granted the accent was fake but people on the west coast seemed to fall for it almost every single time.
Thread: Welcome to Desperation

The gravel on the side of the road grumbled under his boot as he stepped from the cruiser, slipping his hat on his head as the other leg followed and he raised up to full height. Looking around, their isolation was complete with no sign of anyone or anything coming from any direction, and he shut the door before approaching the other vehicle. It didn't walk slow, but each step was laid down with a methodical deliberation, his wide shoulders swaying with ease until he finally came to a stop before the other driver's window. Standing at a good 6', his slender waist was about level with the window, but he could still peer down at her and see into her car. Looking her over, he kept his face stony, no movement from his eyes except her reflection on his dark glasses. Even though she spoke almost as soon as he was beside her car, he put on his most authoritative and cold voice, intoning, License and registration, please. When she handed them over, he directed his attention to the papers, but not before noticing a small jiggle of an exposed breast as her hand reached out and then retreated. Looking at her license and the small picture laminated on it, he studied it for a second before speaking again. Gloria, he said, noncommittally. The man inside had memories of a woman named Gloria who lived down a few streets from him. But these faded thoughts meant nothing to It as it focused in on the woman before him. How much have you been drinking this afternoon, Gloria? There was the faintest accusing note in his voice, but his face remained neutral and nonjudgmental as he held her registration and license in his large hands. The answer was just as irrelevant as the question it didn't really matter what she said or did now. It had already decided that It wanted her.
Thread: Welcome to Desperation

Of course I get the only creepy cop on the west coast too she found herself thinking as she looked up at him. I haven't been drinking sir. That would be rather foolish don't you think? she responded honestly. Drinking and driving on a stretch of road with nothing around was like asking to die. Not that she drank and drove anyways Gloria was usually the designated driver. Was he just looking for a reason to make her ticket even more expensive? I will happily take a breathalyzer test if you don't believe me. she continued after a moment. Or walk a line whatever you like. tucking a wayward hair behind her ear she sighed softly. This didn't appear to be going in the direction she wanted it to go. Not only was he virtually uninterested in her southern belle routine but he seemed intent on getting her from some crime she hadn't committed. Reaching over she took a drink of water from the bottle in her cup holder. It was so hot here! She couldn't wait to get somewhere where there were beaches and Ice Cream the desert was so not her thing. Quite frankly now that she thought about it, it probably would've been a good idea to take a plane. At least then she wouldn't be in this situation.
Thread: Welcome to Desperation

When she spoke again, It looked up at her, his dark eyebrows bouncing in slight surprise. Are you trying to be smart? he didn't like that. You might be able to get away with that back east, but out here, you're expected to treat officers of the law with respect. Internally, It licked It's lips, thinking about that nubile body and all the things It could do it. Needless to say, It was eager to get her out of here. Making an irritated sound, the man sneered at her and said, No, you know what? Yeah, let's go ahead and do that. Get out of your car and walk a straight line for me, sweetheart. The term of endearment was said with a curl of his lip as he gestured for her to exit the vehicle. Her papers were held firmly in his other hand. Let's see how smart you really are.
Thread: Welcome to Desperation

I wasn't trying to be disrespectful. I'm sorry. she said dropping her fake accent and sighing softly. Already Gloria was getting a bit annoyed with this particular cop. He just wouldn't leave well enough alone would he. Alright then I'll walk a line. she said in an exasperated tone. Opening her care door she slipped outside and shut the door behind her. Looking around she managed to locate a faded line that was used to seperate the lanes. I'll use this one right here. That way you don't have to make one. Looking both ways down the street to make sure there was no oncoming traffic she began to walk down the line placing one foot in front of the other. See I'm not drunk. she said halfway through her 10 steps. Everything is just fine.
Thread: Welcome to Desperation

Hooking a thumb in his belt, he twisted his lips thoughtfully as he watched her get out of her car and walk down the middle of the road. Pretty good, but she continued to talk while doing it. Internally, It chuckled gleefully in anticipation. What? Now you wanna give me attitude? he asked accusingly, glaring at her through his sunglasses. Come over here get against the car. He didn't wait for her to listen, swiftly stepping forward and already grabbing ahold of her arm before he'd finished his sentence. Shoving her face first against the hood of her car, and putting a strong arm in the middle of her back he said, I'm gonna search ya and bring you in. Maybe a car ride in handcuffs will give you time to check that attitude and we can handle things from there. As he held her in place with one hand, he patted her down with the other, and for the most part as it tapped her along her sides all over wherever clothes touched to maybe hide anything, he was methodical, yet breezy and distant in his touched. As his hand made the trip back up from her hips, however, he searched her inner legs and let it slide between her thighs. It made the face of Officer Trevor Moore smirk softly.
Thread: Welcome to Desperation

Ouch! she exclaimed as she turned her face to the side to avoid getting her nose smashed. The hood of the car was hot! Not to mention she didn't appreciate the frisking at all. Take it easy please. she asked with a strangled sound of pain. Her mouth had always gotten her into trouble with authority figures. She couldn't help it, she tended to rebel when someone ordered her to do something. What about my car? How am I going to leave once we get there? the line of her body tensed as his hands slid between her thighs. She was quite certain that hadn't been needed but she bit her tongue. No use in ended up stuck in some small jail cell for a night. He'd probably just book her and then drive her back to her car. Once he was done she remained bent over the car so he could cuff her. Everything in Gloria's body was telling her to fight. Something wasn't right about this cop but she couldn't put her finger on what. However it made her uneasy and she found herself hoping it was just her imagination. There was something just not right about this man.
Thread: Welcome to Desperation

Who said you'll be leaving? It thought wickedly as Officer Moore snapped the cuffs on the young woman's wrists and hauled her off of her car. I'll take care of it, was his noncommittal response as he held onto her and made her walk to the cruiser. Opening the back door, he shoved her inside and before closing it, shook his finger at her lazily. It'd be the smart thing, little lady, for you to keep your cunt-trap shut during the drive into town. Just cool your jets and take a little time to think and maybe we'll have a decent discourse and settle this quickly once we get to the station. Then he slammed the back door shut and opened the driver's side door, slipping his hat off of his head as he sat down. Tossing it onto the seat beside him, he started the car and drove out onto the empty road, humming lightly to himself. A few times, the officer's eyes drifted up to glance at her through the wire mesh between the front and back seats, but for the most part, he ignored her completely. After a 10 minute drive, the cop car was pulling off of the highway onto a side road, buildings appearing on either side of the street they were on. Not the most up-to-date town, but decidedly modern and before they made into the town proper, they passed the town sign saying Welcome to Desperation. Driving down main street, there wasn't a single other car on the road - those that were, parked on the curbs, silently and patiently awaiting their owners return - and there was no discernible activity either on the streets or in the stores that faced the road. Nothing but the sound of dust blowing in the wind could be heard and the creaking of an old sign hanging by the barber shop. Pulling off main street, Moore drove into a parking lot in front of a bland, nondescript stone building - obviously government funded - with steps leading to the doors out front. Parking the cruiser next to two others, he got out of his seat and glanced around briefly before moving to open the back door. By his side, he held a rifle, casual, as if he was just taking it inside with him.
Thread: Welcome to Desperation

Her eyes narrowed angrily at his words but she wisely kept her mouth shut shifting in the backseat until she was in a corner. During the course of the drive her sense of wrongness gradually began to increase until it was an irritating pressure in the pit of her stomach. It made her squirm and shift uncomfortably and every once in awhile she looked at him through the mesh thankfully never while he was looking at her. As they entered the small town it felt, for a moment, as though she was going to throw up. The wrongness made itself known rising up into the forefront of her mind. The entire city seemed to be abandoned some of the cars were covered in dust as though they hadn't been moved in months. Maybe there was some sort of meeting going on in city hall or something? Or maybe they were all just too miserable to come outside. Taking a deep breath to calm herself down she straightened up and prepared to be yanked out of the car by the less the personable cop. If she didn't know any better she's swear this man was just plain mean. He hadn't even smiled since he pulled her over it was quite frightening.
Thread: Welcome to Desperation

After waiting only a couple of seconds for her to move, he reached into the backseat and grabbed her by the arm, forcibly dragging her from the corner she'd been huddled in and barely waiting for her to get her feet underneath her before hauling her towards the steps. When they got to the first step, a whimpered growl sounded from their right and he stopped and glanced in that direction. Standing by the corner of the building were 3 coyotes, their heads down and huddled, staring with wild eyes and low rumblings coming from their throats. Him en tow, Officer Moore said in his deep voice, staring at the group through his shining sunglasses. Instantly, their restlessness ceased and all three sat upon the ground, heads up and at attention. Tak ah la. The three coyotes got up and ran off down main street, fast and seemingly with purpose. After they'd gone, the cop marched up the steps, pulling Gloria with him through the glass double doors. The building was sufficiently cooler than the temperature outside, and the few lights that were on cast diluted reflections upon the sickly green tiles. Proceeding through a hallway off to the right, Moore stepped up to a podium where a corpulent woman sat. Dolores, I need you to book this prisoner for me, will ya? The woman continued to stare ahead with glassy eyes, not moving and not saying anything. Moore stood casually hanging onto his prisoner and looked around the room - where prison cells sat at the far end, empty. But now he looked at the woman with an annoyed scowl. Dolores, did you hear me? I said-- he poked the woman's shoulder with the rifle and she fell over onto the ground with a heavy thump, the wheeled chair she'd been sitting in rolling back a few inches now that it was free of her weight. Laying on her side, there was a very obvious screwdriver jammed into the back of the woman's skull that could not be seen from the front when she'd been sitting in her chair. And now her large body became not a sign of weight but of bloating, the skin becoming clearer in it's gray coloring. Oh, wait, that's right, he said musingly, as if he really forgot. I killed her. I killed everybody.
Thread: Welcome to Desperation

Oh my god! She thought frantically when she saw the three cayotes was he going to feed her to them or something? However he merely murmered several strange sounding words and the three canines ran off and she turned to stare at him for a moment. There was a look of pure incomprehension at what had just occured. Those dogs had looked rabid and he'd ordered them to do...something. What did you just do to those cayotes? she questioned looking around as she was dragged along. No answer of course and her sense of unease continued to grow. When they arrived in the booking room she gazed at the woman expectantly, but it seemed she just didn't understand that was until she realized the woman was dead. You're insane! she exclaimed. Let me go right now. Your absolutly mad! she clawed at his arm with her finger nails and jerked and twisted suddenly fearing for her life. What sort of man kills and entire town and continue to live in it? She kicked out trying to catch him off gaurd anything to have a chance to run away. Her car hasdn't been that far, she could make it. Tears threatened to fall down her fair face as she twisted in his grasp. Let me go please! I'm sorry, I won't tell anyone just let me go. her hair had fallen out of it's ponytail and into her face giving her a wild frightened expression like a child lost in the woods. Let me go. Please? she gave him a pleading expression hoping he would spare her. It was wishful thinking though because he certainly hadn't spared anyone in Desperation.
Thread: Welcome to Desperation

She was struggling then, like It expected her to, and It held tightly to her arm, certain that she wouldn't get very far with those handcuffs on. In response to her question, Officer Moore pursed his lips thoughtfully before saying, No. I don't think so. Then he began lugging her towards the prison cells in the back of the room, unmindful and unaffected by any further protests she had. Bringing her up to one of the cells, he backhanded her preemptively before undoing one of the cuffs on her wrists, linking it through one of the iron bars before snapping it back onto her wrist. Besides, he said cheerfully. You don't want to leave and miss out on the fun, do you? He spoke while undoing his uniform shirt and tugging the hem out of his pants. Then he was laying his belt and sunglasses on a nearby desk before approaching her with a lascivious grin. His eyes were plain, dark brown, except there was no inner light inside them. They were as dead and glassy as the woman at the podium's had been. Stepping forward, he put his large, slender hand on her face and asked quietly, Don't you want to party with Tak? Outside, in the dusty parking lot, several more coyotes and wild dogs had appeared to watch over the building, some pacing anxiously while others sat still as statues and staring at the doors.
Thread: Welcome to Desperation

The force of the strike dazed her long enough for him to put the handcuff back on her wrist. Shaking her head slightly she desperatly wished she could rub her stinging cheek but that of course was impossible. Please, Please. she begged softly looking at him with tears falling down her face. Quite frankly she was quite sure she didn't want to have any manner of fun with this man. He was lounging around in a town of dead people with wild dogs and cayotes answering his beck and call. Already her imagination was coming up with all sorts of terrible things he could inflict on her. Looking up at him her eyes widened yet again when she saw the dead look in his eyes as much as she noticed the smile. Surely he wasn't going to... No! she said jerking against the bars frantically. I don't want to do a damn thing with you. I don't even know what you are! The cuffs bit into the tender skin of her wrist and she could feel them threaten to break the skin if she jerked much more. Don't touch me! she exclaimed jerking away from his hand almost as though it burned her. Gloria's wincened as the edge of the cuffs finally broke the skin causing a shallow bleeding wound. It was enough to make her stop. Hurting herself wasn't going to make any of it more tolerable.
Thread: The Experiment

Ariadne Nichols hissed in frustration as her old clunker of a car made the same pathetic sputtering sound it had been. Of all the luck in the world, she had none. She looked outside at the dark forest and the rain falling on her windshield. She didn't wish to go outside. She'd do anything to not go outside. Finally, she looked at her phone, one she'd managed to mooch off a man, and was able to confirm that there was no cell phone signal. She growled and stuffed her phone and keys in her pocket before pulling up her hood. Apparently it was time for a little hiking expedition. With her bright red hair tucked beneath her hoodie, Ariadne got up and walked out of the car. It was a torrential downpour. She picked up her pace, inning until she found a warehouse. Without looking, she grabbed a door and ran inside. Ariadne leaned against the wall, muddy and wet, and looked around the dark room. She couldn't tell what exactly was in here, just tables. She began to walk along and search for a light switch, but instead, she ran into more bad luck. The girl tripped right over a shorter and smaller table and fell face-first into the ground. She was sure if anyone were inside, they would bear her. She didn't want to move at the moment. She shut her eyes and sighed. At least she'd be warm.