I Became a Survivor...pt11

Okay, first of all, I'm SOOO SORRY that I haven't been on here in the past frickin YEAR. But in my defense, I was going through some hard times. I still am, but I'm mature enough to handle it all now. But I will warn you, that unlike some other writers on gotoquiz, I can't garentee steady updates. I may go without updating for a day, a week, three weeks, even a month. I don't have a lot of time on my hands these days, but I want to keep writing because it's one of the few things I enjoy. I love this site, and I love this story, and I love you all for reading it. So thank you and please stick with me on this. I'm going into high school now (I'm a freshman- SCAREY!!!), I'm about to get another puppy, I have a part-time job, mabey two if it works out, I have my other three dogs, I have a popular story on w w w . f a n f i c t i o n . c o m (Same user name if you want to check it out), my mom just divorced her husband (Not my dad) because he was beating on her, I'm trying to get costady of me transfirred from my mom, I'm leading as co-teacher in a martial arts (Karate) class, and I've got multiple poem book works dogging me to write something for their next releases. So as you can see, I'm a buisy, stressed little girl! DX But on the bright side, I've gotten a lot of writing experience over the past year so I h think-hope- my writing has improved and will make better updates for you to read!

Okay, first of all, I'm SOOO SORRY that I haven't been on here in the past frickin YEAR. But in my defense, I was going through some hard times. I still am, but I'm mature enough to handle it all now. But I will warn you, that unlike some other writers on gotoquiz, I can't garentee steady updates. I may go without updating for a day, a week, three weeks, even a month. I don't have a lot of time on my hands these days, but I want to keep writing because it's one of the few things I enjoy. I love this site, and I love this story, and I love you all for reading it. So thank you and please stick with me on this. I'm going into high school now (I'm a freshman- SCAREY!!!), I'm about to get another puppy, I have a part-time job, mabey two if it works out, I have my other three dogs, I have a po

Created by: Reanna15146
  1. I lunged at my kidnapper, torturer, and enemy...
  2. "Oof!" The breathe was knocked out of me mid-air, making me spill the few contents of my stomach. I hacked up for a moment and all was silent and still when I finnished. Breathing raggedly, I didn't remove my gaze from the concrete. "Why me?" I muttered more to myself than anyone else. "What'd I ever do? I didn't want those people to get hurt. I didn't want to hurt Mama. I didn't want Mama and Daddy to die. So, I ask you RC, why me?" Tears were now falling from my eyes, though I couldn't feel them. Only a hot, torturing burning. RC seemed confused for a moment, before he comprehended my pitiful breakdown. "I chose you, ____, because they told me you were meant to hold greatness," 'They?' I thought. "and I want to stand beside you in that greatnes, hand in hand." He took my hands in his own, smiling warmly. And, wouldn't you know it, I didn't resist. I couldn't. Both my body and mind were too numb to do so. And as I blacked out, I managed only two vital words to bloom from my lips: "Skrew you..."
  3. I sat on the small bed in my confinement, not moving. I could. My body would't resist. But I was still. "Oh, Joey..." I wept, my eye lids never parting, yet only my lips. "Running in daylight, I'm never scared..." I sang quietly, in almost a whisper. "On my tenth birthday, I'll wonder what to wear. Have you ever run from a girl in black? Never comin' home; never lookin' back. Yet like Alice, we all cry in fears, over the days, and over the years. Let this Alice find the rabbit. Let her shed the tears..." I sat there, just sobbing, for who knows how long. "Miss." I rolled over ever so slightly to face the demon, Dante'. "Dante, why does this keep happening?" I questioned, gazing sadly up at the red and black dragon. He stared back longingly, always my friend 'till the end. "And don't feed me any of that 'you'e special' crapola." He sighed heavily, as if speakng to a child. "____, I don't know what to say. I've been by your side for a long time. Yet I still can't comprehend the mind of a human. You creatures are so naive." He muttered. "Yeah, well...You're too full of yourself!" I huffed, plopping back on my side, facing the wall.
  4. BACK IN THE ROOM--- Eight pairs of eyes shifted nervously. All was silent until Teijah, to everyones's emence surprise, cried out in frustration, "AHH!!! I hate this!" Her small, high voice just didn't seem to fit the angered tone she used. "____'s out there, probably getting hurt or who knows what, and all we can do is sit here and breathe like freaking fish! Sorry, but....I DON'T KNOW!!!" She screached it to the world, her immence anger and irritation. Then, much more quietly, she muttered to herself, "Oh, ____. Where are you? Why haven't you come to save us, like you always do? Just...Just come back..." By now she was wracking with sobbs, and before she knew it, Apollo had stepped over and pressed his snout to her shoulder comfortingly. The small girl wrapped her arms around the demon horse's broad neck, sobbing into short, black fur. "Oh Apollo. You miss her too, don't you?" The mighty beast offered only a short, tired, worried huff in reply, trusting the small child to understand. He too was worried for his master. Had he been alone, Apollo'd have busted out of this room and sniffed ___ out, but it didn't work that way. He knew that if his master found out he'd left them here, defensless, she'd be extremely angry. Besides, the little one seemed unstable without the presence of ____ at her side. Apollo knew how she felt. Soon enough, all 8 people, the gryffon, and even the pup had huddled around him, seeking comfort from the sheer power eminating from the black demon. This was going to be a long wait...
  5. "Well, this sucks." I said nonchalantly as Dante licked my knuckles. "It's your own fault, really." I mumbled. Yes, I had been punching the stone wall with my hands, and no, my hands didn't like the treatment. Dante, my friend, you seem to be forgetting one crucial detail of this matter." He stopped licking anf faced me expectantly. I put on the proudest face I could muster without a giggle. "I...Drumroll please..." Dante rolled his eyes. " NEVER LISTEN ANYWAYS!!! So you really should just give up."The dark dragon snorted. "So when are we getting out of here?" I shrugged casualy, though my mind had been wracking the question since we got here. No, I wasn't over Joey's...problem...but hiding feelings had become second nature over the last few months. "Sorry to break it to ya, but not everyone can turn into a sperit and seep through wall, Dante." I reminded him irritantly. He sighed and laid down beside the strangly comfortable bed. We lay there for a few hours, Dante staying calm and relaxed, me nearly slamming myself at the stone walls. I sighed. "Dante." "Hmm?" "Who were you attatched to before me?" The dark dragon heaved his chest. "____, you know I can't tell you who they were." He sounded exhausted, as though he'd been the one kidnapped, as though he'd been turned into a mutant, as though he were talking to a mere child. "I KNOW!!! I'm not asking WHO they were, just what kind of person they were. Ya know?"
  6. The beast only sighed and laid his head back down on the floor. I huffed and turned to the wall, closing my eyes, letting the words pour naturaly from my memory and from my mouth: "*Running in daylight,- I'm never scared...On my tenth birthday,- I'll wonder what to wear. -Have you ever run- from a man in black? Never comin' home;- never lookin' back. -Yet like Alice, -we all cry in fears, -over the days, -and over the years. -Let this Alice find the rabbit. -Let her shed the tears... -As the world turns slowly -As her home dissappears... -Running from moonlight, -I'm ever scared. -On my tenth birthday, -I will feel my world tear. -As the dragon sinks his fangs,-as the world all turns black, -as you cry to the wind, -that you'll never come back, -I'll cry to the fire, -that you've set for me. -I'll turn into the one, -you never wanted me to be. -With a mother that cries, -and a father that dies, -I'll prepare for the attack, -that will be my desmise. -With no hope in life, -and no life in hope,- I'll be once more a corpse, -humanity revoked.*" When the song was finnished, I closed my eyes and rolled over onto my stomach, trying desperately to think up a plan that will help me and my friends. 'What can I DO?' I thought moodily. Just as I thought my head was going to explode from the pressure, a faint tinkling could be heard. I turned to the door, still on the bed, to watch as it opened, revealing two large men.It was the same men that I'd seen often when I was first brought here, the same ones that refused to gaze at me with their guilty eyes. They smiled sheepishly. "Let's go."
  7. The slightly larger man pressed his arm across my chest, sheilding me into the wall. I held my breath- guards were passing the corner we hid at. My heart pounded in my chest as I listened to their footsteps, and I vaguely wondered if they could hear it- it sounded like a blowhorn to me. "Alright. It's clear." The smaller man whispered in my ear. We stalked around the corner and down a dark hallway.When the hall ended, it opened up to another room. The only other door in said room opened up to another hall, which contained 2 doors. I looked to the men for clarification, and moved forword when they nodded. The room to my left held four beds, each filled with a girl. There was an enormous lump of a shadow in the corner. "Apollo!" I gasped, and lunged farword, wrapping my arms around the demon stallion's neck, crying into the short hair. "Apollo! You're alright!" The dark horse nuzzled into my shoulder, whimpering quietly. "___! What's going on?! How are you here? Are you hurt?!" Sarah exclaimed, hugging my right arm to her chest, wings fluffing out behind her. "I'm fine." I told her. "I actually got some help from a very unexpected source." I said, my eyes trailing slowly to the two men fidgeting in the doorway. "Anyways, wake everyone up. I'm going to go get the boys." 'Please let Joey be there...!' I thought to myself.
  8. But when I walked in, there was only five beds. "Hmmm...? ___...?!" Jaramiah exclaimed, stumbling as he rushed to get up in his drowsy state. I just stood in the doorway, stunned as tears ran down my cheeks. "Wake everyone up." I muttered, staring at the wall. "We have to get out of here." I stepped back out into the hall to wait for them, leaning against the wall for the support I so badly needed. Still crying, I took a stinging breath, the sound comeing out jagged and painful. As I opened my eyes, I saw just a small glimpse of a dark brown horse tail around the corner. "J-Joey..." I gasped, stumbling after him, around the corner. Just as I rounded into the next hall, I caught a glimpse of the tail as it went into another. "Joey... Please don't run.." I followed after this swift tail until I came to a door at the very end of a hallway. It was the only door in the hall, and a deep black. As I walked, silent on the carpet, my hand outstreached toards the handle, I thought fearfully of how deaphaning the silence was.
  9. When I opened the door, a small *Woosh* shifted my hair, carrying the scent of blood and Orchid. "What..." I was faced with an enormous room, and almost instantly recognised it-after all, RC hadn't changed it at all. I was in the room with the ten cages and the metal electrocution plates. There was still a stain on the floor of when I'd peeled my wounds from it months ago. And, hooked up to the plates in chains, was a very familiar, brown-haired centar. "JOEY!" I screached, making a b-line for him. My feet slipped from under me almost immediately and I looked down to find my side and chest covered in black. I recognised the distinct stench of oil."Wha...?" I trailed off before hearing a cackling from the corner. My eyes widened as I set my sights on RC, with a smirking, brown-tailed centar by his side, behind the caged doorway. Breatheless, I thrashed around, trying to get some friction in the oil-soaked floor, slightly paniked. "Oh, no, ____. It seems that you've tried escaping me yet again. And now I issue-" his hand hovered over a familiar red button, set in cast iron "- Punnishment!"
  10. I cringed as Joey's screams peirced my acute canine hearing, making me feel as if blood should be pouring from my ears. "JOEY!" I hollared, hoping he wasn't too far gone for my voice to reach him. But it was already over. Though I could still hear the low buzzing from the electricity, he'd gone limp- limp and silent. "Joey!" My cry was hoarse and hollow from the tears forming in my eyes and the sobs forming in my chest. I could barely breathe through their impact, though I didn't make a sound, not even through all those sobs. I just sat there, wallowing in my own despair and self-hatred. Eventually, probably getting bored with my soundless sobbing, RC strutted over - stepping carefully with large-grip boots- and knelt at my side, rubbing my back. I was so far gone, I didn't even spit in his face. "I know, I know." He murmured. "I know, it hurts. But this was the only effective way I could punish you, my dear ___, my dear pet." He paused in his too-rough rubbing to glance up at my centar friend hanging by the chains. "It doesn't really matter anyways. He couldn't even take the minimum voltage. Not like my dear..." But I wasn't listening. I was replaying my best friend's agonized cry in my mind, again and again... But what came next was worse. What I saw in my mind next, plastered to the back of my eyelids, was the moment he fell silent, letting himself fall against the metal plates, unconcious and still in pain.
  11. After a while, my tears all but dried up. Sobs no longer wracked my body- I barely felt the strong grip of the smirking centaur as he hoisted me over his shoulder, and into a small cell, probably deep underground. RC lent down in my face, frowning with fake pity. He said something, but I wasn't bothering to listen anymore. I was barely bothering to breathe. Perhaps sensing this, the silver-haired man stood upright and left. The resounding "BERANG" the door made as it closed and locked sounded like a cryptic laugh as it plunged me into darkness and silence...

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