The Woodland Man
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
8,058
Reviews:
82
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0
Currently Reading:
1
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Chapter ~One~edited
The Woodland man
This story is collaboration of Bluflame and Spider.
Disclaimer I own everything in this story.
Summary: Not all woodland creatures are cute and cuddly.
Rating Nc-17 Dark, Viol, Lang, M/F , Voy
Chapter ~ One~
Ted Tarren angrily slammed the back door to his home as he searched the kitchen for someone to hit. Today his supervisor decided he needed to attend anger management classes after overhearing his tirade over the phone with his wife about the dishes not being washed properly. It was all her fault he was being singled out at work.
“Sherrie!” His voice filled his expensive home.
She huddled in the basement corner covering her mouth to keep from crying. Her lips still throbbed from his hard kisses while he raped her repeatedly last night. It took her half an hour to get down the basement stairs because of her bruised and sore body.
The ceiling above her began to creak as Ted began walking across the kitchen floor. Sherrie turned her head with every sound following the heavy footsteps of the 250 pound man as he came towards the basement door.
Why did she stay with him?
Manon buried her face in her hands as she sat at the light waiting for it to turn to green. Her father never hit her mother before yesterday. It came out of nowhere. He just reached over the small dinner table and slapped her so hard that her blood sprayed on the wall beside Manon. Her mother gasped in shock and then he grabbed her by the hair and began pulling her out into the family room. Manon ran and jumped on his back and began hitting him to make him let go but it had no affect. He simply threw her off and threatened to harm her mother more if she did not go to her room. She was going to be eighteen tomorrow and she was going to make her mother leave with her. He held her mother around the neck against the wall. Manon could already see the bruising on the brown skin of her mother’s neck. The tears in her Mother’s eyes were the last thing she saw that night. She heard more than what she ever wanted to hear that night. She would never let a man touch her….never.
The light turned green and Manon turned into the quiet suburban neighborhood and saw her father’s Mercedes parked in the driveway.
Why was he here?
Manon looked over in the passenger seat at the bat given to her by the baseball coach. He told her to use it if she had too. He knew what was happening in the Tarren home. What made it so bad was that the police department loved her father. He had made several in the department rich and they would never do anything to embarrass him even if it caused Sherrie’s death.
She did not remember reaching over to get the bat and getting out of the car. She did not remember sneaking around the back of the house and silently unlocking the door. She did not remember walking through the kitchen filled with broken china and blood. She did not remember the screaming from her mother. All she remembered was seeing the knife being jammed into her mother’s heart and the bat slamming into her father’s back making him fall to the ground.
She swerved to avoid the car in front of her. The honking of horns filled her ears as she raced almost ninety miles an hour down the highway trying to escape the screaming of her mother that filled her mind. Tears blurred her vision as she tried to drive. She watched her mother die in her arms. She told her to run before she died but Manon had other things to do.
She pushed the picture of her father’s body from her mind and began to try and slow her breathing. She was made of stronger stuff she told herself. He deserved it. The tears continued to flow.
“Calm down Manon or you are going to get caught.”
Her foot slowly eased off the gas petal and her speed dropped to 65 as she approached a highway patrolman with a speed gun. She got off on an exit towards the old Woodland town of Grenna. It was close to where she lived. They would never look here.
“Honey I don’t know about this house it could belong to someone.”
Deanna rolled her eyes. “What are you afraid of?”
“I have heard stories about theses Woodlands from my father. He said never disturb the ground.”
“Your father is an idiot.” Deanna walked through the well furnished home and smiled.
“This is beautiful. I can not believe it is stuck out here in the middle of nowhere Fred.”
Fred stood outside of the Mansion looking around the open grassy field. It was too quiet and the trees were swaying but there was no breeze. He then recalled the poem his father told him.
When the trees sway without a breeze
And everything goes quiet
When the grass shifts without weight
And the birds fly away in riot
When you decided to run away
And do all that you can
When you look down and see no shadow
Enter Woodland man
“Deanna lets go NOW!”
A flutter of birds broke the quiet as the grass before the SUV began to shift from left to right as if someone were running across it. Fred heard her footsteps coming down the stairs of the spiral staircase, walked inside the house, grabbed her by the arm, and pulled her outside.
“Fred I left my purse upstairs.”
“I don’t give a shit get in the car.” He pushed her over towards the other side, looked down, and did not see any shadows on the ground of the SUV, Deanna or him.
Fred looked up and saw a man dressed in a long black duster and a black hat walking towards them.
“Who is that?”
“Get in the car!”
Deanna tried to move but the ground seemed to come up and hold her in place.
“Fred help me!” The man came closer humming a tune as trees began to sway in time to it. Fred jumped in the car when the something came out of the ground and through Deanna’s head. He put the car in reverse.
Manon turned down another dirt road looking for the tavern she planned to stay in until everything got better. She must have taken a wrong turn. Manon wiped her eyes to clear her vision of the tears still falling.
Where am I?
She continued down the road when an SUV came out of a secluded road and broadsided her.
Fred did not stop as he watch the black truck roll over and over. He saw the man in black raise his left hand and the ground come up and stop the truck.
The Woodland man watched the interloper continue to retreat as the female in the car lay bleeding. He slowly lowered his hand and the truck was lowered to the ground. He walked over to the vehicle and ripped the door from its hinges. He took the female from the seat and laid her on the ground. Blood covered her face and body. He dipped his finger into the blood that pooled at her throat and raised the dripping finger to his mouth to taste.
Fred continued down the dirt path as fast as he could as the trees continued swaying without any breeze. He was almost out of the land of the Woodland man when he saw him standing at the entrance with his head down. Fred floored it.
The SUV ripped in half from back bumper to the front when it came into contact with the body of the figure in black. Fred was grabbed around the neck with one hand and held in the air as the vehicle fell apart. He still could not see the face of the Woodland man only the top of his hat.
“Please it was her fault she wanted to come here.” He held onto the arm of the man pleading for his life. The humming began again and the trees began swaying in time to the song.
“Please”
Fred made a chocking sound as the other hand rammed through his chest and pulled out his heart. He dropped the lifeless body to the ground and the Woodland man began walking away with the heart still in his hand. A force came from the ground and the wreckage of the SUV flew out of his territory and into the town across the water.
He kneeled beside the moaning female and set the heart on the ground. The trees stopped swaying, the birds descended down towards the bodies of the two dead humans, and something came out of the ground and took the heart below as the Woodland man walked towards his home carrying the female in his arms.
This story is collaboration of Bluflame and Spider.
Disclaimer I own everything in this story.
Summary: Not all woodland creatures are cute and cuddly.
Rating Nc-17 Dark, Viol, Lang, M/F , Voy
Chapter ~ One~
Ted Tarren angrily slammed the back door to his home as he searched the kitchen for someone to hit. Today his supervisor decided he needed to attend anger management classes after overhearing his tirade over the phone with his wife about the dishes not being washed properly. It was all her fault he was being singled out at work.
“Sherrie!” His voice filled his expensive home.
She huddled in the basement corner covering her mouth to keep from crying. Her lips still throbbed from his hard kisses while he raped her repeatedly last night. It took her half an hour to get down the basement stairs because of her bruised and sore body.
The ceiling above her began to creak as Ted began walking across the kitchen floor. Sherrie turned her head with every sound following the heavy footsteps of the 250 pound man as he came towards the basement door.
Why did she stay with him?
Manon buried her face in her hands as she sat at the light waiting for it to turn to green. Her father never hit her mother before yesterday. It came out of nowhere. He just reached over the small dinner table and slapped her so hard that her blood sprayed on the wall beside Manon. Her mother gasped in shock and then he grabbed her by the hair and began pulling her out into the family room. Manon ran and jumped on his back and began hitting him to make him let go but it had no affect. He simply threw her off and threatened to harm her mother more if she did not go to her room. She was going to be eighteen tomorrow and she was going to make her mother leave with her. He held her mother around the neck against the wall. Manon could already see the bruising on the brown skin of her mother’s neck. The tears in her Mother’s eyes were the last thing she saw that night. She heard more than what she ever wanted to hear that night. She would never let a man touch her….never.
The light turned green and Manon turned into the quiet suburban neighborhood and saw her father’s Mercedes parked in the driveway.
Why was he here?
Manon looked over in the passenger seat at the bat given to her by the baseball coach. He told her to use it if she had too. He knew what was happening in the Tarren home. What made it so bad was that the police department loved her father. He had made several in the department rich and they would never do anything to embarrass him even if it caused Sherrie’s death.
She did not remember reaching over to get the bat and getting out of the car. She did not remember sneaking around the back of the house and silently unlocking the door. She did not remember walking through the kitchen filled with broken china and blood. She did not remember the screaming from her mother. All she remembered was seeing the knife being jammed into her mother’s heart and the bat slamming into her father’s back making him fall to the ground.
She swerved to avoid the car in front of her. The honking of horns filled her ears as she raced almost ninety miles an hour down the highway trying to escape the screaming of her mother that filled her mind. Tears blurred her vision as she tried to drive. She watched her mother die in her arms. She told her to run before she died but Manon had other things to do.
She pushed the picture of her father’s body from her mind and began to try and slow her breathing. She was made of stronger stuff she told herself. He deserved it. The tears continued to flow.
“Calm down Manon or you are going to get caught.”
Her foot slowly eased off the gas petal and her speed dropped to 65 as she approached a highway patrolman with a speed gun. She got off on an exit towards the old Woodland town of Grenna. It was close to where she lived. They would never look here.
“Honey I don’t know about this house it could belong to someone.”
Deanna rolled her eyes. “What are you afraid of?”
“I have heard stories about theses Woodlands from my father. He said never disturb the ground.”
“Your father is an idiot.” Deanna walked through the well furnished home and smiled.
“This is beautiful. I can not believe it is stuck out here in the middle of nowhere Fred.”
Fred stood outside of the Mansion looking around the open grassy field. It was too quiet and the trees were swaying but there was no breeze. He then recalled the poem his father told him.
When the trees sway without a breeze
And everything goes quiet
When the grass shifts without weight
And the birds fly away in riot
When you decided to run away
And do all that you can
When you look down and see no shadow
Enter Woodland man
“Deanna lets go NOW!”
A flutter of birds broke the quiet as the grass before the SUV began to shift from left to right as if someone were running across it. Fred heard her footsteps coming down the stairs of the spiral staircase, walked inside the house, grabbed her by the arm, and pulled her outside.
“Fred I left my purse upstairs.”
“I don’t give a shit get in the car.” He pushed her over towards the other side, looked down, and did not see any shadows on the ground of the SUV, Deanna or him.
Fred looked up and saw a man dressed in a long black duster and a black hat walking towards them.
“Who is that?”
“Get in the car!”
Deanna tried to move but the ground seemed to come up and hold her in place.
“Fred help me!” The man came closer humming a tune as trees began to sway in time to it. Fred jumped in the car when the something came out of the ground and through Deanna’s head. He put the car in reverse.
Manon turned down another dirt road looking for the tavern she planned to stay in until everything got better. She must have taken a wrong turn. Manon wiped her eyes to clear her vision of the tears still falling.
Where am I?
She continued down the road when an SUV came out of a secluded road and broadsided her.
Fred did not stop as he watch the black truck roll over and over. He saw the man in black raise his left hand and the ground come up and stop the truck.
The Woodland man watched the interloper continue to retreat as the female in the car lay bleeding. He slowly lowered his hand and the truck was lowered to the ground. He walked over to the vehicle and ripped the door from its hinges. He took the female from the seat and laid her on the ground. Blood covered her face and body. He dipped his finger into the blood that pooled at her throat and raised the dripping finger to his mouth to taste.
Fred continued down the dirt path as fast as he could as the trees continued swaying without any breeze. He was almost out of the land of the Woodland man when he saw him standing at the entrance with his head down. Fred floored it.
The SUV ripped in half from back bumper to the front when it came into contact with the body of the figure in black. Fred was grabbed around the neck with one hand and held in the air as the vehicle fell apart. He still could not see the face of the Woodland man only the top of his hat.
“Please it was her fault she wanted to come here.” He held onto the arm of the man pleading for his life. The humming began again and the trees began swaying in time to the song.
“Please”
Fred made a chocking sound as the other hand rammed through his chest and pulled out his heart. He dropped the lifeless body to the ground and the Woodland man began walking away with the heart still in his hand. A force came from the ground and the wreckage of the SUV flew out of his territory and into the town across the water.
He kneeled beside the moaning female and set the heart on the ground. The trees stopped swaying, the birds descended down towards the bodies of the two dead humans, and something came out of the ground and took the heart below as the Woodland man walked towards his home carrying the female in his arms.