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Dark Enmity

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“Damn Calvin, you’re not even on duty right now. Why the hell are you driving your cop car?” His wife could have been using his car or something and he needed the cruiser. Either way Calvin probably only hit a curb. Those damn sensors are so delicate. Bailey ignored the warning thinking that Calvin would shut it off himself. If Bailey had left right away he might have been able to save a girl from a terrible fate but unfortunately he didn't start getting apprehensive until the alarm was still blinking after half an hour.

At the time though he thought nothing of it and went back to his coffee. Calvin had never told anyone but Bailey that after he joined the force he had started getting brain clots, causing uncontrollable rage and unreasonable thinking. Once he had gotten into such a storm that he had hit his wife. Afterwards he spent the next hour crying in the bathroom. Bailey had made a promise never to tell anyone about his brain clots. Fortunately he has never had one in the presence of a criminal. ‘Not yet,’ Bailey thought.

Bethany opened her eyes seeing nothing but darkness. At first she thought she was in the abyss, the real hell. Then a tennis racket brushed her arm and she realized otherwise.

“This might as well be hell. I am going to die in this trunk.” Her hopes were non-existent. “And this place stinks. What is that smell?” It was tangy and salty, but not exactly foul.

Bethany’s backside also felt wet. She had slept in something warm and sticky. Nervously she dipped her hands in the liquid and brought it into the moonlight. It was blood.

Her muscles began to tense up as she searched her body for signs of the blood flow. Her hand stopped beside her right upper arm feeling something hard protruding.

When she had fainted her arm had landed on the knife. The blood was slowly drizzling out but there was so much in the trunk. How long had she been asleep?

07-Jun-2009 01:40:05 - Last edited on 07-Jun-2009 01:49:04 by Dark Enmity

Dark Enmity

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Instinctively she grasped the shaft of the blade and pulled, sending a spatter of hemoglobin onto her face. The wound was now gushing.

‘Jesus Beth didn't you take First Aid?’ Her mind scolded. ‘First thing they teach you is not to pull out the weapon that caused the wound.’

Her first idea was to put the knife back in her arm but that sounded crazy and stupid. The whole time that her arm was bleeding never once did she think to use the bubble wrap as gauze. Instead she thought of something more risky. She decided to use a tourniquet.

‘You’re an idiot you could kill yourself!’ Bethany didn't care. The blood was unstoppable and that was all she could think of. Quickly, she grabbed the tennis rackets and used her teeth to bite through the string. It unweaved easily allowing her to grab a long enough amount.

Her mind was screaming desperately trying to make her change her mind. ‘Wait for help. You don’t even know how! You are going to die!’

She had heard about it before, though. A man how got lost in the woods and cut his leg badly on a sharp rock. He tried using leaves to absorb the blood but when it didn't work he gathered some vine and tied it tightly above injury to constrict the flow of blood. The tourniquet had saved his life but when they found him his leg was just a black limb. It had to be amputated.

“So I will become left-handed I don’t care I just don't want to die.” She tied it below her shoulder blade pulling it until it pinched the skin. Then she tied it in a knot and cut the rest off with her teeth.

“Wait ‘till everyone hears how a tennis racket saved my life,” she mused and lied down in the trunk. The blood slowed to a trickle and eventually stopped. Luckily the adrenaline was like an anesthetic and she never felt the cut. If Bethany had she might have been screaming too much to do something.

07-Jun-2009 01:40:10 - Last edited on 07-Jun-2009 01:49:34 by Dark Enmity

Dark Enmity

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The hours passed by. She occupied the time by rethreading the racket. By the time it was halfway done her right arm become totally unusable. It turned into dead weight. Her eyes had grown accustomed to the slim amount of light—like she had magically found night vision goggles—and could see that her arm was turning yellow.

Bethany had pondered cutting it off right then and there but thought against it. It would be painful, extremely painful and she could faint again in the middle of the surgery. Plus rotting flesh wouldn’t be the best thing to help her think.

‘Don’t forget about Mr. Reaper.’

“I was scared and it was an illusion,” Bethany replied stiffly. That eye had seemed so real, though. The way how it swiveled in its socket, how its blood vein pulsed in the fluid. She just couldn’t think of what it belonged to.

“Maybe the evil alligator,” she mused. Bethany guessed she was turning hysterical but it wasn’t as bad as people thought. You were never lonely.

It might have been from the lack of protein. She had found a week old ham sandwich which hadn’t gone moldy but her tongue still felt dry. Drier than the sandwich.

“A five minute nap might calm me down,” she said aloud and slept for two more hours, her arm blackening by the second.

Meanwhile Bailey was losing all rational thinking. He was a newbie, with no experience of the job. Would he get in trouble if he called red alert? Bailey decided with a safer option—to track the vehicle. In ten minutes the he would see the car was five-hundred meters off the roads and that was when he would really start to be afraid.

Bethany woke up fatigued and drained. Sleep wasn’t helping her much except ruining her conception of time. She was reluctant but gazed down at her arm. It had turned a bluish-black.

07-Jun-2009 01:40:14 - Last edited on 07-Jun-2009 01:44:28 by Dark Enmity

Dark Enmity

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“Like frostbite, only worse.” In her hand she clutched the tennis racket. If it wasn’t for the racket she would have been dead by now. Bethany made a promise to herself to play more tennis. It sounded stupid, even in her own mind but she felt bound to the racket like a hear patient is to their pacer.

Footsteps were happening outside of the car. They sounded wobbly, like whatever animal was out there was hurt or injured. She knew exactly what it was.

‘It’s the Grim Reaper, honey, and he isn’t happy. He doesn’t like waiting for his food and now he has to do it himself. You better be ready.”

“I’m ready,” she said confidently. As the trunk opened slowly moonlight shone in allowing Bethany to see for the first time in hours. She did not flinch or cry out as she stared fierce fully into the Grim Reaper’s eyes.

“Bad apple...” the Grim Reaper said with emotionless eyes.

Bethany stood there bracing herself. In front of her stood Officer Calvin, with blood on his face and evil in his eyes, but she knew that beneath that skin was impatient Mr. Reaper, waiting to claim his next victim.

“Bad—,” Grim started. Bethany lunged. In her hand was the racket, the racket that had saved her life and the racket that would now take a life of a cop she loathed. When it connected with Grim her arm flopped backwards letting the racket slip from her fingers. She thought that it was the end that she had lost, until she realized that she had only lost one set. She dove under a slow punch grabbing that racket in her left hand. She jabbed it into his stomach sending him to recoil backwards.

'That’s not going to be enough, Beth. You need to do it like the pros.’

“Like the pros.” And she shot forward with amazing speed. Calvin who was the Grim Reaper began to pull out his gun and she knew he had the advantage. But to her this was just one important tennis match. She prepared for a serve.

07-Jun-2009 01:44:33 - Last edited on 07-Jun-2009 17:17:09 by Dark Enmity

Dark Enmity

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As the gun discharged Bethany reared her body up for a kick serve. ‘You have never done a kick serve Beth, don’t try it!’ But she knew she could. She twisted up out of the way of the bullet and swung the racket in a semi-circle with all her power. It drove down and smashed right into Calvin’s temple.

At first, nothing happened. Calvin began to re-aim for another shot. But then his mouth started drooping, like he was frowning. His eyes spun upwards into his sockets and there was nothing but white there. He held up a hand with the peace sign and collapsed onto the ground, littered with leaves and twigs.

Bethany did not scream. Her thoughts felt clear and focused. She could hear a siren in the distance. Blue and Red flashing lights flooded her vision but she did not waver. Officer Bailey had to pry Bethany’s blackened right hand away from shaking her worthy opponent.

Game, set, match.
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07-Jun-2009 01:45:16 - Last edited on 08-Jun-2009 01:01:50 by Dark Enmity

Dark Enmity

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Phew! That was a long one! I will try to make the next one shorter.

Just to clear up any questions the title "Ghost In To The Net" refers to a tennis terms which means,'the tactic of approaching the net from the baseline while the opposing player is focused on retrieving a ball and therefore unaware that the player is approaching the net.'

I wanted this story to have a tennis focus. So I decided to pick a glossary term about tennis. The title can describe how the accident did not cause her to see the real trouble she was in and it can mean many other things throughout the story. Another reason why I picked the title though is because it just sounds really haunting.

07-Jun-2009 01:45:47 - Last edited on 07-Jun-2009 03:33:10 by Dark Enmity

Alex X777

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Yay, I've read them all now, and I really like them

It's true that you've got a way with endings, the last one "Game, set, match" was really... really... ah, you know what I mean

It had meaning

My favourites were Claude's Children and Sanji's Tale, the latter being very sad

But I thought they were all great, especially that last one. And you're right about the name, very haunting

Can't wait to read more of your stories, they're great!

07-Jun-2009 11:41:49 - Last edited on 07-Jun-2009 11:42:10 by Alex X777

Koolchicken1

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Originality: 95%
Creativity: 95%
Literature: 100%
Personal: 95%
Scariness: 70%
TOTAL: 91%
Comment: i think it was a brilliant story and your writing style is abseloutely beautiful

I based this on the first story, if you feel there’s a story out of these that your really proud of that you’d like me to review instead, just tell me and i’ll be happy to change my review

But this review turned out very well, so i wouldn’t change it if i were you, but it** your choice

07-Jun-2009 15:55:43

Tava60

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Nice one, tad haunting though. I do the name of it and its tennis references. Quite good, the Calvin is a bad cop. Really bad cop! Also good job I didn't notice any errors and the ending was fabolous. Good job on the review, and kool you should of reviewed it on "Party" its my favorite so far.

Game, set, match.

07-Jun-2009 15:56:38 - Last edited on 07-Jun-2009 15:59:06 by Tava60

Koolchicken1

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