This is only the second story I've ever had the guts to post so please try not to rip me apart. The words in italics are a song by Bjork called "Play Dead" This story is a little weird, maybe evn dark but give it a chance, I like it. Liz, Alex, and Is are also in this but they come in later.
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Weschminsters School for Troubled Boys
darling stop confusing me
with your wishful thinking
Maxwell Evans pulled his coat tightly around him as he
was driven toward Weschminsters school for Troubled
Boys. The flat faced grey building looked even more
forboding with the Vermont snow falling. It had large
sweeping lawns covered with pines and other trees he
couldn't name. There was also a lake in the far right
corner that he could only assume was frozen over.
don't you understand?
I have to go through this
"I don't even know why the hell I'm here" he said to the
annoyed driver" all I did was set a small fire." Actually it
had been a big fire that destroyed his parents 3.5 million
17 room mansion. I was either here or jail, he chose here.
I belong to here where
no-one cares and no-one loves
He stilled himself as the car glided toward the curb as
two huge orderlies stood on the corner awaiting his
arrival. No doubt to keep him from putting any brillant
escape plan into action. He stepped out slowly and
deliberately took a deep breath of the cold air that made
him feel as he were swallowing stakes. It smelled faintly
of some long dead pine tree.
no light no air to live in
a place called hate
the city of fear
"Beautiful day, eh boys?" They didn't respond but
grabbed him by the arms and dragged him into what
would be his home for the next 5 years.
I play dead
it stops the hurting
The halls of the school were tiled in a pale sickly yellow
and they reeked of somthing that made you slightly
nauseous. Micheal Guerin was disturbed from the show
he was watching with some of the other guys by loud
noises. He went to the window and watched as a guy
with dark hair dressed in all black was being dragged
down the hallway screaming a litany of curses against
the guards and their families.
I play dead
and the hurting stops
He actually hit one of them and was immediately
rendered unconcious by another. It was obvious the new
guy was gonna learn the rules of this place the hard way.
it's sometimes just like sleeping
curling up inside my private tortures
Micheal watched as they picked him up and he
disappeared from his sight around the corner. So that
was his new roommate.
I nestle into pain
caress every ache
He moved from the window and went to sit back in front
of the TV. Maybe this was the guy that would fginally
help him realize his lifelong dream.
I play dead
Breaking out of Weschminsters School for Boys
it stops the hurting
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posted on 7-Jan-2002 9:20:48 AM by ChaosTheory
I would categorize this as M/L angst. That's all I'm saying. p.s.: Thanx to everyone that replied to me, you made me feel good about this story when I was thinking about quitting it so please keep it up.:angel:
He touched her long, soft, choclate hair and felt, for the
first time in a long time, happy. She was saying
something to him but he couldn't hear with all the racket
in the backround, where was he, the house was never
this loud. "Speak up," he said softly while running his
knuckles along her cheek. She smiled softly and he had
to close his eyes against it's brilliance, it's beauty. She
leaned down toward him and spoke directly into his
ear, "I love you." Max was rudely awakened by somone
violently shaking him. He opened his eyes and tried to
focus on the room around him. "I was starting to think
you were dead." Max immediately jumped at the voice
and regretted it as wave of pain shattered through his
senses. The rooms other occupant went back to his bed
and sat down. "Dont move so fast" the voice said as if
that should've been obvious. Max pushed his back up
against the wall and tried to clear his blurry vision. He
remembered now where he was and why did that guard
have to hit him so hard? "Maybe because you hit him
first?" Max looked at the guy sitting across from him for
the first time. Had he said that outloud? Micheal read
the look on his face and smiled a little "yeah you
did." Max wiped his eyes and tried to regain his
equilibrium as he reached out for his roommates
hand, "Maxwell Evans." He grabbed his hand, "Micheal
Guerin." Micheal didn't know how to broach the subject
of escape with this Maxwell so he put it off. "Why are
here?" Max grinned but there was no humor in it "arson."
"I don't think I've ever shared a room with one of those,"
Micheal commented. "Well get used to it, I'm here for 5
years." Micheal pretended that he was sorry for him
about that and was really jumping for joy. If he had
been in for a week he wouldn't agree to the plan Micheal
had. He decided to usher in the convrsation now as
Maxwell complained about the harsh sentence."You
know," He said cutting him off, "I've been here since I
was 12 and I've had a lot of time to think about all the
things you just talked about. I don't deserve to be here
till I'm 18 then go to a adult prision, actually I just don't
want to. I have a plan that could get us both out of
here." Max listened to Micheals plan and felt a renewed
sense that he was falling. "What was this guy rambleing
about?" Micheal jumped from his bed and grabbed Max's
shoulders in a tight grip. "I'm asking if, when I leave,
you'll be coming with me. Decide now, we don't
have alot of time." Max tried to think quick, was he this
desperate to get outta here? Was it worth going back to
court and possibly being charged as an adult so this time
he could go strait to adult prison.
There is an APB on two young men who escaped
Weschminsters School for Troubled Boy's. The daring escape occured at 5:30 this morning and left 3 guards hurt, 2 mortally wounded. All of their weapons were missing so consider the escapee's armed and dangerous.
Elizabeth Parker didn't hear the warning as she danced
and sung along behind the counter to the songs of "No
Doubt" blasting through her headphones.
So I'm just kicking it, I'm
counting the days, I hardly
can wait for us to hang out
God she loved that song. She didn't hear her bestfreind
Alex calling her until he pulled her headphones off. "Did
you hear the news," he asked impatiently, "no what" She
replied equally as annoyed. "Two guy's escaped from
Weschminster's this morning and killed two guards." Liz
felt a chill go through her bady at the mention of that
school. That was where he'd been sent. Alex
knew nothing about her relationship with a particular
person who's name she refused to speak. They'd just
met two monthes ago and she wasn't ready to tell him
or anybody who wasn't there what had happened. She
tried her best to act the detatched curious person as
she asked her next question, "did they say their names?"
She stopped her shaking as Alex thought back to the
report. Breaking out of jail seemed exactly like something
he'd do. That's why she'd liked him. Besided being
insanly gorgeous he was spontaneous, wild, and best of
all, he'd thought she was beautiful. She shook away the
tears that threatened to spill at thoughts of him,
they were over, he'd made that clear. "I don't think they
did Alex commented as they heard a deafening crash
from the front of the store. "What was that?" Just then
another employee, Isabel, ran tot the back where they
had went to talk. She looked afraid and winded as she
screamed,"We're being robbed!"
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posted on 7-Jan-2002 4:46:50 PM by ChaosTheory
I forgot to put this in my original post but I go back to school tomorrow(January the 8th) and as if that doesn't suck enough on it's own, January the 8th is also my birthday. I'll be making my sweet 16 in religion class. Oh well, I won't be able to post as often but I won't abandon this story. Once again, thanx to all those who read and replied.