Fell's Story (Part One)- One Fateful Night

Author's Notes: This is my first attempt at writing a long story, so please bear with me. Also, I appreciate ALL comments! Tell me what you think, weather you liked it or didn't. I'm always looking to improve. I'd love to continue this, and any suggestions or thoughts on where I should go with it would be very appreciated.

WARNINGS: Mild violence and language..... for now >.>






Always a loner in life, likening himself to a lone wolf, ***** always spent his days on his computer, looking at pictures of wolves and watching movies like Underworld, just hoping there were somthing more in this world. Hoping there was a purpose to his dull existance.

One night while sitting in bed, watching another dull episode of CSI, a transvestite had just been murdured by a scandinavian flaming-chainsaw juggling midget in their hotel room after a fight about who should clean the dogs ears out, he heard a loud crash and an unnerving scream in the alley just outside his window. Feeling rather bold and adventurous he decided to go and investigate. Being the strategist that he was, he knew not to go unarmed, so he went into the kitchen and borrowed the large santoku knife out of the knife block. Thinking it too obvious to go out through the back door he simply walked out through the front and circled around past the garage. Before he could make it to the fence that separated his house from the alley, he crept up next to his old Isuzu Rodeo and checked the tires to make sure it wasn't just some neighborhood lowlifes getting their jollies by trashing an already trashy vehicle. After a thurough inspecton of the vehicle, and seeing nothing wrong that wasn't already there, he continued towards the alley.

Step by cautious step he took towards that alley, every footfall sounding to him like gunshots. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, nothing had happened to him or his house, why should he bother right? "Wrong!" His gut screamed at him. It was his responsibility to find out what exactly had made that sound. As he finally made it to the fence a feeling of dread overcame his body, making him swey where he crouched. Landing with a soft *plop* on the cold hard dirt he rolled onto his side grasping his rump, having just sat on a rock, he nearly gave himself away, fighting very hard not to yelp in pain. As the pain dulled into a steady throb he got up to his feet and looked over his 6'2" fence and out into the ally. Being only 6'4" he could barely see over the top, but what he did see shook him to his core...... NOTHING, there was nothing there. That's what made it all the more discomforting, there was always SOMETHING there, a cat, a rat, the occasional transient when the winter months were over, but the fact remained that there was always something in that alley. He didn't like this, he didn't like this at all. So as he turned to go back to his home he was stopped by the sound of ticking. It was the strangest thing, but he was sure of it, sure that he had heard ticking, like a watch, well, more like a metronome really. As he stood there in the dirt with his hand upon his still aching rump, he became mesmerised by that melodic ticking. *tick* *tock* *tick* *tock* *tick*....

*woosh* came the sound of rushing air as a large object came wizzing by his face, breaking his trance and thrusting him back into reality. Realizing he may have just caught the luckiest break ever, he tightend his grip on the knife that he had been holding the whole time and held it in front of himself, so as to scare off any would-be attackers, but it was too late. *ssscllllch* came the horrible noise as a giant cut appeared on his right arm, extending over his forearm from his elbow to his wrist. *whoamp* came the thud as a massive hairy fist crashed into his stomach, knocking not only oxygen from his lungs, but conciesness from his being.

Some time later he awoke, his vision and memory hazy as to what had occured the night before. Sitting there, wherever "there" was, he tried to remember what exactly had transpired, but for the life of him he could not. It was as if it had all been closed behind a solid door, and he could not find the key. Before he could take any more time to assess the situation, a loud crash echoed around him, as if a door had been kicked open so hard that it had ricocheted off an adjacent wall only to close itself again. There was a brief pause as the echo died around him, when at last the noise had subsided the door opened again, more gentle than previoulsy. As the door slowly creeked open he backed up against the wall, fearing what may happen next. As he sat crouched against the wall, eyes on the now open door, he saw the sillouet of a large creature, at least seven feet in hight. He rubbed his eyes, trying desperatly to force this illusion away, and as his vision adjusted to the darkness, he realised that it wasn't a hulking beast, but rather the slim, elegent figure of a woman.

"Hello" said a voice like that of an angel, with a slight, almost hidden tone of ferocity, "My name is Larka, and who might you be?" The question threw off the man, for untill now he hadn't thought about it. "Who am I?" he repeated. "Yes, who are you, and please don't play games with me, I am not in the mood." she ended in a tone that struck utter fear into him. He pondered for a moment, looking around the room with a mild curiosity, noticing the black-grey hue everything had to it. He realised that he was at the southern most portion of the room, if north was where the door was, to his left he could faintly tell that there was a bed or cot of some kind. To his imediate right he could see a small lump jutting from the wall, he thought he could almost reach it. Glancing back at the woman he slowly inched his hand towards the object. His finger lightly brushed the surface of the object, it was cold to the touch, and smooth, almost like... porcelain! A small gasp escaped his throat as it dawned on him that he must be in a cell of some kind.

"Yes, it's a toilet, and yes, you are in a holding cell." came the womans sultry voice, shocking the mans mind back into focus. [how could she possibly know what I was thinking?] he thought to himself. "Are you going to answer me or not!" she demanded. He realised her patience was wearing thin, and that he would have to come up with an answer sooner or later. "I'm sorry miss, but I have no idea." he said hoping this didn't infuriate his captor. "Really? You don't remember your own name?" she said mockingly, with a slight trace of concern. "Maybe I hit you too hard..." she muttered to herself more than anyone else, not realising he had overheard her, "Well what DO you remember than?" she said hurriedly. "Well, I remember being at my house, bored out of my skull, when I heard a sound in the back alley." he paused to look at her, to see if she would approve of him continuing his story. Upon seeing no change in the expression on her face, he decided to continue.

"The last thing I remember though is being punched by a very large, very hairy....man?" he trailed off, puzzled. That couldn't be right, hadn't he just heard her say that it was her that had knocked him out? He looked up at her and saw a flash of anger appear on her face. His eyes had adjusted almost fully to the almost pitch black surroundings, he could see her now, her gaunt face looked almost streched, like maybe her whole face had been longer at some point, but then shrank back. Her chin was round, her nose was dainty, but what fascinated him the most, was her eyes. They were slightly curved, almost hinting at Asian of some sort, but large too, like that of a dogs. She was dressed in little more than a ragged piece of cloth covering up little more than her LARGE, PEARKY... he caught himself staring at ample bosom, her entire middrif was exposed. She had a perfectly smooth stomach, like that of someone very into exercise. Her arms were muscular, but elegant, finely toned, but not bulging with muscle. Around her hips was another ragged cloth, that fit her like a miny skirt. Further below that he saw she wore no shoes or socks on her cute little feet. She had calves and thighs like that of a model and olympic runner all in one.

"Well I see that you don't really remember too much do you? Hmm, too bad." she said cooly. "Now put this on and come with me, I have a lot to show you and not a lot of time to do it. Ya got that?" she asked impatiently. "Yuh huh" he said a little dumbfounded. She threw him a large piece of clothing, it was heavy and felt like it was made of tightly woven cotton. He looked down at himself in utter embarassment, noticeing only now that he was completly newd. He turned his back to her and quickly put on what he realised was a large hooded cloak. It extended well pass his stomach to a little below his knees. He got up and turned to face her, but as soon as he had made a complete about-face he bumped right into a large, soft, supprise. "You like?" she asked pushing his face into her enormous chest. " Well get your fill, because if I ever catch you oogling my tits again, I'll castrate you with a wooden mallet." she said calmly. Quickly he put the hood of his cloak over his face to hide his shame, it puzzled him as to how she knew he had been staring at her, for even with his eyes completly adjusted, he couldn't see where she was looking exactly.

He followed her out of his cell and into a barely lit corridor, the ground felt like damp dirt, the air was heavy and musky. "Where are we going?" he asked hoping to break the silence. "Normally I would ignore such a stupid question, but since I'm feeling particularly generous today, I'll tell ya." she said, her voice eerily perky. "We are going to meet with the "others" and when we do, they'll decide what to do with you." He looked towards her and inclined his head to the side. "What am I, some sort of prisoner of war?" he joked half-heartedly. "Something like that." she said, and he could almost see the smirk on her face. They walked on in silence for another half hour or so before she stopped suddenly, making him crash right into her back. He was no light-weight, but she hadn't budged at all, it was like walking into a brick wall, but at the same time her hair, which he had just realised was long and flowing, reaching almost to her perfectly round, firm, tight butt, caught him right in the face. "Watch were you're going you lumbering ass!" she yelled at him. "sorry" he mumbled weakly. She reached her hand behind her and clasped his own, guiding him towards what turned out to be a staircase. After ten or twenty minuets or so of climbing what he had now realised was a very LONG staircase, they reached the landing, and yet another door. "We're here" she said as she opened up the door, letting a large blast of moonlight hit him full in the face.