New fanfic teaser
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ladybug_archiveI have chapter 6 of Crimes for Christmas done! And it's just about time for Marik to go undercover. **smiles.** I haven't forgotten that idea. Meanwhile, this is the opening for my fic based partially on the great Hitchcock's Spellbound and partially on a Monkees fic. XD;
As consciousness slowly returned, Alister realized he was laying on the cold, hard pavement. He could feel the icy wind nipping at his bare arms and midriff, but he couldn't remember what he was doing there or why. He struggled to open his eyes and found his vision blurred; with a sigh he momentarily let them close once more while he tried to get his bearings.
That was when he realized he was holding something in his right hand. It felt like a handle of some sort, cold and . . . sticky? There was a sticky substance on the handle and all over his hand. Instantly his eyes flew open again and he focused this time, staring at a knife he had been clutching tightly. Blood was dripping down the blade, over the handle, and over his hand. He dropped the weapon like a hot rock.
Stunned beyond belief, the young man shakily pulled himself into a sitting position and just gazed blankly at his blood-stained hand, repulsed and alarmed. What had happened? Why did he have that knife in his possession? Had he been in a fight? He had to admit that his head was hurting. Why couldn't he remember? Coming to think of it . . . he wasn't sure he remembered anything. He glanced around, searching for some kind of a clue. Instead he only found more questions---disturbing ones at that.
Lying only a couple of feet from him was another body, this one limp and obviously dead. Alister could see that the person had been stabbed. In horror he looked from the corpse to his hand to the knife on the ground, and he had to wonder---had he done that?
As consciousness slowly returned, Alister realized he was laying on the cold, hard pavement. He could feel the icy wind nipping at his bare arms and midriff, but he couldn't remember what he was doing there or why. He struggled to open his eyes and found his vision blurred; with a sigh he momentarily let them close once more while he tried to get his bearings.
That was when he realized he was holding something in his right hand. It felt like a handle of some sort, cold and . . . sticky? There was a sticky substance on the handle and all over his hand. Instantly his eyes flew open again and he focused this time, staring at a knife he had been clutching tightly. Blood was dripping down the blade, over the handle, and over his hand. He dropped the weapon like a hot rock.
Stunned beyond belief, the young man shakily pulled himself into a sitting position and just gazed blankly at his blood-stained hand, repulsed and alarmed. What had happened? Why did he have that knife in his possession? Had he been in a fight? He had to admit that his head was hurting. Why couldn't he remember? Coming to think of it . . . he wasn't sure he remembered anything. He glanced around, searching for some kind of a clue. Instead he only found more questions---disturbing ones at that.
Lying only a couple of feet from him was another body, this one limp and obviously dead. Alister could see that the person had been stabbed. In horror he looked from the corpse to his hand to the knife on the ground, and he had to wonder---had he done that?
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Date: 2004-12-06 06:35 am (UTC)^^ Anyway, talk to you later!
~SK
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Date: 2004-12-07 12:05 am (UTC)Very cool and intriguing teaser! I can't wait to see some more of this! ^____^
Good luck with writing the rest of it!