Forgetful

[Warning: If you're looking for a quick story that gets right into the juicy stuff you're SOL. There is a good possibility it may take the second chapter as well to get to the 'juicy stuff.' Enjoy!]


He’d walked right past her as if she were just another common face in a crowd. Ann’s eyes followed him and his friends as they laughed about some inside joke she hadn’t heard. She wanted to kick him or yell at him. They’d worked together for five summers. Each summer it was the same thing over and over. Yet he seemed to never see her.

“Hello Timothy.” The words left her lips like a hiss. The boy in question turned confused eyes her way then went back to talking to his friends. Before he walked too far he stopped and turned again.

“Oh! Ann! I’m sorry I didn’t see you there. Hi.” It was all he said before going back to pretending I never existed. It was like driving stakes through my body. Of course no boy would notice her. Why had she expected him to remember her when no one else seemed to. She wasn’t some magazine shaped looker. Her hair was shoulder length and an almost purple in color. She wasn’t thin or very tall. Her eyes always hid behind a pair of glasses. No she was no looker. But it was time to take revenge on all those boys who took her presence for granted. Starting with Timothy.

Her thoughts floating about in her head she left the local hangout, the mall, and headed in the direction of some old friends. They would help her fulfill her plans, especially if she offered the right coverage. And she knew they’d be home. They always were.

“Hello Michael. I need a favor of you and Taylor. I promise there is a good pay off.”
“Ah Hello Ann. Come in come in. Mind the lit’l one. He’s a new prototype.” And by little one he meant the strange metal contraption walking around the floor. Though neither Michael nor Taylor looked like the geek type. Actually they were the big football player looking boys. One look at their apartment would tell you that your assumption was wrong. There were computers everywhere as well as small contraptions that moved at their own will. They were Michael and Taylor’s ‘babies’.

“Hey Ann! Did you see Marco? He’s that little green guy whirling around on the floor.”
“Yeah he’s cute. But I really don’t have time to play. I need to talk to you about something.”
“Oh I see. Business not pleasure. Head into the office, we’ll be right in” Taylor pointed off in the general direction of what the boys considered their ‘office’.

Smiling to herself Ann would be careful of all the small contraptions as she walked towards the door that always meant ‘beyond here we’re serious’. It was a place to make deals with the devil. Well devils.

***
“Dude did you see how far that ball went? I’m telling you I’m god”
“Oh shut up Tim! Sure you can hit the ball but what happens when you need to run the bases? Uhm..Fail?” The male in question only answered by patting his team mate on the back and disappearing into the locker room.

“So did the coach say when they are going to reschedule our game, Mike?” Tim asked one of the other baseball players as he stripped himself of his rather dirty uniform.
“Nah but considering their lead pitcher has the flu and their second baseman broke his wrist they are so screwed.”

Tim seemed unable to help himself. He let a smile crack over his lips as he headed towards the shower. Most of the other boys had showered and were getting dressed in their typical clothing. A few had already left. “That’s great. We would have creamed them anyway.”

Not really caring who was paying attention Tim grabbed a bar of soap and a wash cloth to help clean away the sweat from his body. He was, as the girls put it, good looking. He stood at a tall 6 feet and 2 inches with blonde hair and green eyes. His body was well muscled even for his thin frame. He was the ideal athlete. As he washed up the last few guys said their good byes and left him alone to contemplate whether or not he felt like going to yet another party that night. The best part of being around the friends he kept was the parties. Especially the alcohol at those parties.

The sound of footsteps caused Tim to turn quickly not expecting anyone to actually be there. He was always the last to leave. As he turned he had managed to somehow drop the bar of soap he had been holding. It landed on the shower floor with a loud thud.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to drop the soap Timothy? It leads to some very very bad things” The voice came from the dark doorway of the locker room. Quickly moving to turn off the water Tim would grab his towel and wrap it around his waist.

“Who are you? What are you doing here; this is a restricted area for ball players only.”
“I’m a player of a different ball game does that count?” The voice sounded amused to Tim and that did not settle well in his stomach. He’d take a step towards the door eyeing where his bag lay on a bench. He knew exactly what he had in the bag. Two bats and a couple of baseballs as well as some dirty clothes. His eyes would shift from the bag to the man who’d been in the doorway but he was gone. Then he could hear another strange noise coming from behind him which had him turning and almost falling. He didn’t see anything that looked out of place.

“Hello? Where did you go? Come on this isn’t funny man. I swear I’ll fuck you up!” Tim did not like the strange feeling he was getting. He liked it even less when a sudden sharp pain shot up his leg. Looking down he’d blink at the small robotic looking contraption. Oddly enough that thing seemed to be going in and out of focus. And then it wasn’t there at all. No perhaps he wasn’t there at all? What was that feeling? Tim couldn’t place the sudden sickening feeling in his stomach or the odd pain in his head. But it didn’t matter because he was quickly falling into a place he’d only ever seen in his dreams. Was he..asleep?

***

“The bigger they are the harder they fall eh?” Ann grinned at Taylor as he replayed the footage of his kidnapping of Tim. She couldn’t help but gleam some sick satisfaction as she watched Tim’s tall figure collapse to the floor hitting his head against a locker in the process. For her it was like bringing the boy down one peg. She planned to bring him down plenty more.

“Oh yes. And it was a mighty good fall too. The boy probably wouldn’t have acted so well to the drug if he’d kept his nose clean. Tsk tsk.”
“You know how these sports nuts are. Most of them will be dead before thirty. Anyway I will call you guys when he is ready for you. For now I just want to play with him.”
“Alright. We expect him to have a nice sore red ass when we see him next.” Kissing Ann on the cheek Taylor left through the only door in the room they’d been sitting in. Ann got up to follow but instead of going towards her front door she took her time walking down the hall going deeper into the house.

Once she came to the door, the only red door in the house, she’d grin. Reaching out to unlock the door with a key that came from god knows where she’d pull it open. Once on the other side she’d relock the door and shove the key between her breasts. Turning she’d make her way down the steps that lead into the basement. Nothing seemed normal about the place. There were strange contraptions everywhere as well as chains on most of the walls. There were a few doors that lead to god knew where but all appeared locked. In the middle of the room chained to the floor was the tall pale looking figure she’d been looking for.

“Still sleeping? Tsk tsk. This doesn’t please me” Grabbing a bucket that had been shoved under a metal table she’d pour the contents on the sleeping figure. “Wake up!”

Wake up was exactly what he did. Ann couldn’t help but grin as he swiped at the ice on his body only to realize his hands couldn’t reach his body. They were chained to the floor above him. His ankles also had shackles on them keeping them spread almost uncomfortably. She saw the emotions running across Tim’s face. The look he gave her made her clap with joy. She knew that look. The look of recognition. Oh he recognized her now did he?

“Hello Timothy. Glad to know you realized who I was without me telling you. I think when I’m done with you..you’ll think twice about forgetting people” The laughter that followed could only be described as one thing, evil. “Oh and don’t worry about talking. I injected a paralyzing drug into your vocal cords. I don’t want you talking yet.”

Author’s Note: Yes. The end of chapter one. Most likely all the chapters will follow suit like this going back and forth between Ann’s point of view and Tim’s point of view. Makes for an interesting concept. There may be a few times I go from Mike’s or Taylor’s just because there will be at least two chapters devoted to them. Hopefully you like!
*=Rian Scribe=*