After the Pandemic: The Enemy of My Enemy (part 22): Hush Little Baby (1114 hits)
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Submitted by The Caes (View user info) at 2005-08-29 04:55:22 EDT
http://www.ubersite.com/m/61238 -- Introduction -- Jack McCallum
http://www.ubersite.com/m/61350 -- Variant C -- Jack McCallum
http://www.ubersite.com/m/61505 -- Part 1: Brianna
http://www.ubersite.com/m/61614 -- Part 2: Khalid
http://www.ubersite.com/m/63145 -- Part 3: The Meeting
http://www.ubersite.com/m/63504 -- Part 4: The Conversation
http://www.ubersite.com/m/63663 -- Part 5: The Story of Manhattan
http://www.ubersite.com/m/64024 -- Part 6: On the Streets of Jersey
http://www.ubersite.com/m/64325 -- Part 7: Tome
http://www.ubersite.com/m/64611 -- Part 8: Faing
http://www.ubersite.com/m/65301 -- Part 9: The Gathering
http://www.ubersite.com/m/65871 -- Part 10: Men Amongst Giants
http://www.ubersite.com/m/66684 -- Part 11: The Temptress and The Aristocrat
http://www.ubersite.com/m/66752 -- Part 12: Trial by Blood
http://www.ubersite.com/m/67296 -- Part 13: Words and Swords
http://www.ubersite.com/m/67769 -- Part 14: Details and Divinity
http://www.ubersite.com/m/68760 -- Part 15: Into the Breach
http://www.ubersite.com/m/69588 -- Part 16: The Ambassador of New York
http://www.ubersite.com/m/69741 -- Part 17: The Devil in the Details
http://www.ubersite.com/m/70550 -- Part 18: The Joker's Wild
http://www.ubersite.com/m/71764 -- Part 19: The Remnants
http://www.ubersite.com/m/72757 -- Part 20: From Below
http://www.ubersite.com/m/73718 -- Part 21: Rise and Shine
The branding process was very cold and efficient. Brianna was casually shoved into what looked like a dentist's chair with straps. Her number was buzzed into her wrist by a variant whose shoulders slumped under the weight of boredom. The tattoo was swabbed with alcohol and bandaged; she was given a shot to prevent infection and was back in her holding cell within 15 minutes. The ceevees rarely bothered to speak to her and looked at her even less.
They had taken a blood sample from her while she was strapped down. Later that night four women were pulled out of the common room and marched away. Brianna didn't know where they were being taken, but the iron weight in her gut told her she'd never see them again. Apparently her blood told them she was a good candidate for something.
They didn't waste time putting the females into action. The next day several of the women were taken, Liz included. She returned to the women's quarters within an hour; fists clenched tightly in front of her hips. She didn't say anything, but tears coursed hotly down her cheeks. A few hours later the shock wore off and she started clawing at her stomach, screaming and howling like a demon. Brianna tried to restrain her but Liz had a maniac's strength.
"I won't birth their food!" She shrieked, shoving Brianna aside hard.
After a minute C variants dressed like orderlies came in. Liz was no match for their unnatural strength, and they lashed her firmly but gently onto a gurney.
They didn't want to damage the cargo she was carrying.
Liz was wheeled out of the common women's quarters and put in seclusion, but her hysteria still lingered in the room. The remaining unsullied women sat in unbearable tension, the air quivering with the tautness of a guitar string. That was yesterday.
It had been two days since they were captured and only a handful of unraped women remained. Brianna was one of them. She had no idea what happened to the men. She wondered if they were the ones doing the honors.
When the orderlies took Liz away, they left something behind during the brief struggle. It fell off the gurney and Brianna snatched it up on the first bounce. It felt cold and smooth in between her fingertips. Such a small blade, but so sharp...she knew it was practically useless against her tormentors, but in her desperation it felt like a sword.
She tucked it away quickly when she heard footsteps. The door opened and five orderlies came in, rotting underneath their scrubs. One had a clipboard. "Calling 252, 253, 254, 255." His partners did not wait for anyone to answer the call. Brianna and the other three numbers were pulled from the group.
From there they were walked down the hall and around two corners. Here they were separated into side-by-side rooms. A camera was trained impassively on the center of the room. Brianna was fastened down hand and foot to a table. The vinyl cushioning was cold and stuck to her skin. Her feet were tied down double shoulder-width apart.
Then her escort left. She lay alone in the room, struggling to control her breathing. Her heart was beating faster than it did when they stormed the blood bank. She pulled against her restraints but they were firm and tight. She wasn't going to cry. She swore to herself and to God and to whoever was listening that she would not cry. But her legs were so far apart and she couldn't get up and the lump in her throat was getting bigger and bigger and she was all alone and her stomach was a bowl of writhing snakes and she knew what was coming...
She shook her head, trying to jostle her train of thought. She concentrated on her breathing, and tried to wiggle her fingers so she could reach the scalpel she had tucked into her tattoo bandage. She was finally making progress when the door opened.
A man entered. Not a leech or a hybrid, but a human male. He was fairly tall, and carried a few more pounds than perhaps he should have. It was clear that he was once quite fit, but inactivity had slackened his muscles to some degree. He was dressed in a pullover robe similar to Brianna's, but it was a different color. On the breast of the robe the code MB-12 was sewn. The same code was tattooed on the inside of his left wrist, just like Brianna's.
The door pulled shut behind him. He walked over to the table and looked Brianna up and down luxuriously before he spoke.
"Hello."
Brianna didn't answer. Her eyes sent a message that only a blind man could mistake for a welcome.
He took a close look at her face. "Looks like they roughed you up a bit, huh? You were lucky. It's not too bad. I've seen girls come through here who lost a lot of their looks at the hands of these scum. But not you, so you're lucky." He smiled, but the warmth behind it couldn't toast bread. "I think you're prettier now than any of those girls were at their best.
"My name's Bryan. What's yours?"
Brianna didn't answer.
Bryan sighed and looked a little sad. "I guess you know why we're here. I'm really sorry, honey. I'd like to get to know you better, but they get impatient if we talk too long. Don't worry, it won't hurt. I guarantee you'll even enjoy it a little, so long as you just take it easy and relax. It's all about attitude, you know?" Bryan reached for the hem of her robe.
"You touch me and I will fucking kill you." The words came from her throat, guttural and heavy.
Bryan's hopeful expression fell away. "Come on now, honey, don't be like that. There's no sense to it. We've both got a job to do here and they're not going to let us go until we've both done it, you know? Just relax. It'll be okay, I promise." He plucked at her robe.
"DON'T.
"Fucking.
"Touch.
"Me." There was murder in her eyes. Tears brimmed on her lids.
"Baby, you're not doing yourself any favors. If you get too uppity they'll just drug you stupid and then it'll happen anyway. The only reason they don't is because the drugs can mess up the hormones on some women, but that won't stop them from trying if you start causing problems. Be reasonable, hon." He consoled, holding her hand gently. "I'm trying to make this as easy as possible. You know, for both of us. I've been here for over a year, I know what I'm talking about, okay? Trust me. I don't enjoy this any more than you do."
The erection that strained against his robe betrayed the lie.
"Get away from me!"
"Sorry, sweetie. I have to, you know? I don't have a choice and neither do you. It sucks, but we'll get through it, together, okay?"
Bryan pulled her robe up past her navel. He paused to take in the view, and let his breath out in a slow exhale.
"Wow. That's just - wow. I don't mean to be crude, but - well, I've been at this for a while, and I don't think I've ever seen a pussy as nice as yours." His eyes lingered there for a moment before returning to her eyes. "And you're such a pretty girl, too, you know that? You're lucky it's me that's going through this with you. Some of the other guys wouldn't appreciate you like I do, they wouldn't treat you as nice, you know? It's really lucky."
"No," she choked as his hand slid up the inside of her thigh. "No! Leave me alone!" She kicked against her restraints, but they were solid and all she could do was wriggle like a pinned frog.
She felt him touching her, first with his fingers, then with his tongue. Her body's autonomic reactions kicked in and she was suddenly ashamed as she felt herself getting wet. She cried out and pulled so hard at the straps that she felt a 'twang' in her shoulder as she pulled something out of joint.
"Shhhh," Bryan said. "Don't cry baby, it'll be all right."
Bryan knelt in between her legs and pulled his robe off over his head. His penis was bobbing in anticipation. It curved downwards slightly, like a hook.
"Just relax," he offered as he tried to force his way inside her. She clenched with all her might, but inch by inch he pushed forward. He moaned as the last inch of him disappeared inside her.
Tears flowed down her face, shattering her promise. She felt his hooking cock stroke at her, and all she could think of was Tyler. She loved him so much and had never missed him as much as she did now. Even if she survived this he would never want her after this. He could never love her like he did before, before she was turned into a fucktoy. She was worthless now. It wasn't the violation that broke her, it was knowing that she'd lost him forever, and she'd never have his love again.
"Tell me you love me," Brianna whimpered as he pumped away.
"What?"
"Tell me you love me. Please," she sobbed.
"I DO love you, baby. You feel so good, you're so pretty - oh, God..."
"Whisper it to me. Make me believe it. I need to believe it."
Bryan bent low and hissed it into her ear, like a snake. "I love you. You're amazing and I love you - "
A terrible pain lanced through the side of his face, and he pulled away from it reflexively, leaving a sizable chunk of his cheek clamped in Brianna's teeth.
"AAAAAAAAARR!!" Bryan fell off the table holding his cheek and rolled on the floor like he was on fire. "You BITCH! You fucking bitch whatdidyoudotomyFACE!!"
Brianna ignored him. She spit the bloody meat from her mouth as her fingers slid the scalpel from her bandage. She set the blade against the canvas strap on her wrist and began sawing. The scalpel was sharper than she imagined. It sliced through the heavy material like it was silk. In less than twelve seconds all four straps were severed and she was free.
Bryan looked at her with wild, wounded eyes. When he dropped his hand from his face, Brianna could see the webbing of gristle over his cheekbone and two of his molars.
"Fucking WHORE!" Bryan launched forward with his hands leading the way. Perhaps years ago he would have been fast enough, at a time before his only exercise was rape. But Brianna parted his arms and the grasp that was meant for her neck went wide, past her ears. She lowered her head and jerked it forward as his momentum carried him towards her. Her forehead smashed into Brian's nose, splattering it across his face. He grunted and stumbled back, blood gushing from his nose and tears from his eyes.
Brianna's eyes were dry and burning.
"By doze! Yu boke by pucking doze!" He took a swing at her, but he could barely see through the tears and gargled blood every time he inhaled. He lost sight of her for a second, and suddenly he couldn't breathe. He gagged and clutched his throat where she had punched it. He sagged against the wall and struggled to swallow air.
Brianna clamped her fingers around Bryan's curving cock, which was somehow still semi-hard. She yanked it taut and swiped at it with her medical tool. It slipped through like a samurai sword through a raw sausage. She didn't quite cut it off - but now it bent in two directions.
Bryan yelped pathetically and fell to the floor in a fetal position, hands at his crotch. Within seconds his thighs were bright red. He was crying.
"Just relax." Brianna's voice was like a glacier. "We'll get through this together."
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INCIDENT REPORT LOG
Sept 6, 5 ATP
18:17 hours
Breeding Resource Department
-- At 17:36 Male Breeder 12 was ushered into Mating Room 8 in order to impregnate Female 252, who we acquired on Sept 3rd.
-- At 17:43, despite MB 12's experience in the mating process, he allowed himself to be assaulted before culmination of the process had occurred. In addition, 252 was able to free herself from her bonds using a surgical scalpel that she acquired through as yet unknown means. This matter is being investigated.
-- 17:44: F 252 continued the assault on MB 12, using the scalpel to severely wound him and maiming his reproductive anatomy.
-- At 17:44 two security detail entered the room. F 252 attacked security, but was quickly subdued. Unfortunately, security personnel designated Amanda Greenback subdued F 252 with a blow to the lower abdomen. Subsequent medical examination confirms that F 252 suffered internal bruising and is unlikely to be able to successfully reproduce until her internal damage has healed. Until such time as the medical staff deem appropriate, F 252 is to be excluded from the breeding program.
-- After which time 252 has sufficiently recovered, it is requested she be sedated for future mating sessions.
-- Security personnel Greenback has been placed in a holding cell to await punishment as deemed appropriate by senior security officers.
-- 17:50: MB 12 pronounced dead. Cause of death: excessive blood loss.
User Reviews
Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2006-04-06 11:11:23 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
This was the first Pandemic I read, and one of my favourites.
Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2005-10-19 03:50:23 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
There are a solid four pages of +2 streaks with 30 or more reviews. That is stupid. I am weeding it all out by giving every one of them a +1; that way posts that have 1.99 with 200+ reviews gets best ever.
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-09-02 00:39:31 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
I hate you
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2005-09-02 00:01:51 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
By the way, now that I'm done with the world of the Pandemic...
Guess what I'm posting tomorrow?
Heh-heh-heh...
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2005-09-02 00:00:57 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-09-01 23:32:31 (#)
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I went back and forth on the amount of detail I was going to include there -- in fact I went back and forth on whether or not she'd be raped at all. I ended up going for the detail because I wanted to convey the horrible process of it all. The bigger the crime done to her seems, the better it feels to have her take revenge, to have her refuse to be a victim.
But I see your point, also.
Thanks guys.
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I once wrote an incredibly graphic rape scene in a story that offended the shit out of everyone who read it. Some family members who read it still look at me funny.
Make that funnIER.
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-09-01 23:32:31 EDT (#)
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I went back and forth on the amount of detail I was going to include there -- in fact I went back and forth on whether or not she'd be raped at all. I ended up going for the detail because I wanted to convey the horrible process of it all. The bigger the crime done to her seems, the better it feels to have her take revenge, to have her refuse to be a victim.
But I see your point, also.
Thanks guys.
Submitted by Spam (user info) at 2005-09-01 11:42:50 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Have to agree with viper on this one Caes. It's not that I'm squemish or that I found this uncomfartable, I'm just not sure that it was entirely necessary.
Still, well written.
Submitted by Viper_04 (user info) at 2005-08-31 05:30:03 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Your usual great writing, but to be honest I don't know if the in-depth description of the rape process really fits in with the story your telling. Bt then again if you'd left it too vague maybe there wouldn't have been enough detail, tough call.
Anyhoo can't wait for the next one
Submitted by bob (user info) at 2005-08-31 00:26:26 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
good shit.
but i would have liked two sections atleast in this part.
but i guess it was a nice interlude.
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-08-31 00:21:55 EDT (#)
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Berty, that is an interesting question. Who is the rapist if both parties are being forced?
Hooray insightful thoughts!
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-08-31 00:20:41 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2005-08-30 18:36:32 (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-03-04 21:41:09 (#)
Ranking: 2
Oh yeah, I almost forgot: I'd like to say I'd submit something, but I'm a little busy and I dont' want to promise I'll submit something and then not be able to follow through. But if I can find the time, I'll give it a shot.
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Man, I guess you found the time after all...
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EAT IT, MCCALLUM!
Submitted by Benny (user info) at 2005-08-30 23:49:05 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Very nicely done.
It's an interesting dilemma put forward here. Would you become a male breeder in order to live? Tough call I think. Given that the women are tied up and completely unwilling it makes the decision more black and white. An honourable man would choose death. Although it is unlikely that the Ceevees would give you that choice if they desired your services.
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2005-08-30 18:36:32 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
This is pretty funny. I just came across this entry on the very first Pandemic post...
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Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-03-04 21:41:09 (#)
Ranking: 2
Oh yeah, I almost forgot: I'd like to say I'd submit something, but I'm a little busy and I dont' want to promise I'll submit something and then not be able to follow through. But if I can find the time, I'll give it a shot.
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Man, I guess you found the time after all...
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2005-08-29 18:11:31 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Boy, you sure as shit don't last long on the front page these days...
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2005-08-29 17:11:52 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I guess she'll pulling a train in the next one,eh?
Submitted by mbstateside (user info) at 2005-08-29 15:59:45 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I guessed it was somthing like that Caes. Just so it doesn't drive you crazy. It's towards the end of the test when she headbutts him in the face.
Like I say though I wouldn't worry about it the rest was very good and very enjoyable. I am still feeling a little squeemish about the whole sliced penis thing though.
Submitted by Grownasskid (user info) at 2005-08-29 15:48:02 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
needs more ra.... oh nevermind
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-08-29 15:12:26 EDT (#)
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Use your ninja skills and vanish in a puff of smoke.
Submitted by LadyPlural (user info) at 2005-08-29 14:58:49 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
And I think I'm willing to deal with that. Mostly because I will claim that the cop is stalking me and then fake my death in a way that implicates him, while I skip out of town and go to the next college town with a preponderance (or whatever the word is) of prostitutes. It's a plan that has been working for me for centuries.
Er, did I say centuries? Ha! Ha! Silly me! I meant to say, I'm sure that it is a pplan that might work for somebody until they were brought down at last! What an amusing slip of the 'tounge'!
HA.
HA.
HA.
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-08-29 14:33:16 EDT (#)
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I'm tellin' ya Lady P, watch yourself. One day a cop with a big heart will start looking into these disappearances, and he won't care that the victims are worthless whores and he won't back off from the investigation even though the Commish makes him turn in his badge and gun and he won't quit until you're brought to glorious justice.
Mark my words.
Submitted by LadyPlural (user info) at 2005-08-29 13:30:39 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Nah, it's cool. We're a college town, so everyone will assume that it's either another serial killer or just normal fraternity hazing hijinks.
See? I plan for these things.
Submitted by Kre8rix (user info) at 2005-08-29 13:29:23 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Nice nice nice
'Cept for the penis slicing part.
not nice at all...
But yeah, good for Brianna.
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-08-29 13:14:49 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by ajanssen (user info) at 2005-08-29 06:10:23 (#)
Ranking: 2
I agree. Kick ass job, thecaes. By the way, are you Canadian?
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Thank you and yes.
Mbstateside -- crap! I went over it SEVERAL times to make sure it was 'brYan' all the way instead of 'brIan' because that looks too similar to 'Brianna,' and I still missed one. Hell even now I don't know where it is.
Ladyplural -- sooner or later someone is going to notice all those missing hookers.
Submitted by Professional_Peon (user info) at 2005-08-29 13:00:48 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Haha excessive blood loss...
You shoulda had the bastard leap out a window after his ding-a-ling was mutilated. Blood loss is a pussy way to go out.
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2005-08-29 12:08:15 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I winced.
Hey, Brianna could always pick up some barter goods on the side working as a moyhel...
Good stuff.
As you know from my stuff, I like mixing things up a lot. Taking a different tack rarely backfires. Reports, news stories, diary entries, wierd-ass dreams, it's all good.
Better wrap this up quick, man.
Some time this week, I'm posting my next Pandemic-style group story thingie.
It'll probably crash and burn. We'll see...
Submitted by nrduncan (user info) at 2005-08-29 10:17:40 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by mbstateside (user info) at 2005-08-29 09:56:25 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Great stuff Caes,
Man I know that Bryan (oh by the way I'm sure it was just a typo but at one point he was Bryan and later in the text he was Brian just thought I'd let you know) was a Wanker but a scalpol LENGTH WAYS down his cock. Can I be the first to say
FOOKINOUCHARAMA!!!!!! Man I can't even imagine what kinda hurtin' that's gonna bring.
Submitted by LadyPlural (user info) at 2005-08-29 09:32:48 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I'm going to need another hooker for this...
Submitted by LadyPlural (user info) at 2005-08-29 09:30:06 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
"The branding process was very cold and efficient. Brianna was casually shoved into what looked like a dentist's chair with straps."
Got this far and had to stop reading and say this: Is it wrong that that image turned me on?
No? What about the fact that I'm busily recreating the scene with a hooker I found who was lying passed out in the street?
What?
Submitted by MyNameIsTim (user info) at 2005-08-29 08:15:47 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
as always, awesome. i wasn't crazy about how the narrator seemed to swtich from bryan's to brianna's point of view...it just seemed awkward. i dont' know. still awesome though.
Submitted by zakalwe (user info) at 2005-08-29 08:06:58 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
great, I wasn't expecting another installment so soon.
well, you know, it wasn't great to read, but it's good to see it still coming.
Submitted by ajanssen (user info) at 2005-08-29 06:10:23 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by thorpe (user info) at 2005-08-29 05:16:48 (#)
Ranking: 2
*adds this series to long list of Uberfiction to read*
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I agree. Kick ass job, thecaes. By the way, are you Canadian?
Submitted by thorpe (user info) at 2005-08-29 05:16:48 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
*adds this series to long list of Uberfiction to read*
Submitted by iradney (user info) at 2005-08-29 05:04:51 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
thanks Caes, you've just made me hate all men called Bryan...
marvellously done though :D
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-08-29 05:03:17 EDT (#)
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Que pasa?
What the hell happened there?
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-08-29 05:02:32 EDT (#)
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Oh, and what did you guys think of the ending portion, written in the form of an incident report? I was trying to mix up the narrative a bit so it's not always the same delivery over and over. I hope it doesn't jar the reading. I should do that more often. Variety is the spice of life!
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-08-29 05:02:30 EDT (#)
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Oh, and what did you guys think of the ending portion, written in the form of an incident report? I was trying to mix up the narrative a bit so it's not always the same delivery over and over. I hope it doesn't jar the reading. I should do that more often. Variety is the spice of life!
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-08-29 05:02:30 EDT (#)
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Oh, and what did you guys think of the ending portion, written in the form of an incident report? I was trying to mix up the narrative a bit so it's not always the same delivery over and over. I hope it doesn't jar the reading. I should do that more often. Variety is the spice of life!
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-08-29 04:59:02 EDT (#)
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I wasn't going to post this so soon, but hey, it was done.
This was very difficult to write. Well actually, it flowed pretty well...but it was just uncomfortable.
The aim with Bryan was to have his politeness and concern come off as creepy and menacing and disgusting. Hopefully that worked.