The Untold Truths of Farah Jones
Farah is your 'A-typical' high school sweetheart, that is, until her run in was tall dark and evil-ly handsome...
Farah Jones stood in front of the vending machine, tapping her foot as she decided what bag of chip she was going to get. She dug in her glossy pink wallet and as her looked at the price, saw a blurry face reflected through the glass. Irritated, she turned around. "Can you just wait-" She intended a glare directed to the person but froze.
The man before her was tall and lean and had a stock of dyed white hair, he seemed about twenty. It wasn't his age or unusual hair that made her pause, it was the way he was looking at her. In there was a smug closeness about it. "What are you staring at?" Farah hoped her words were stronger than she felt.
"I know the answer to your questions." He said his voice light like a cool breeze. "What questions? Get away from me you freak!" Farah shouted shrilly. "Someone -" She squirmed as she noticed she was cornered. "The questions you haven't asked yet, the ones that hold your fragile life in balance. I'll give them all to you if you simply do what I say. Join me." He held out his hands, palms up.
"Uh!" Farah flung herself at him, hitting her hard with her purse. Then she ran fleeing up the stairs of the mall. Where was everyone? It was so empty and quite, hearing her footsteps scared her. If she could hear them so could he. She glanced behind, then jumped as she thought she saw a mannequin move in the shop's display.
"Lisa! Craig!" Her words stuck. "Jenna!" Where are you guys?" She ran to the food court. The whole mall was painfully cleared of people. The world was mute. She suddenly felt ill to her stomach as she kicked into horror movie instincts. "Check above you." She remembered "And carefully turn corners and stay away from the shadows..." She noticed a shadow morph and a whine rose in her throat.
"You guys! If this is a game -" a sign to the shoe shop suddenly fell. "ekk!" She yelled and gave up ignoring the truth. This was real. She hurried endlessly through the two story mall. She was trapped. Even the entrance doors were locked. No one. Not a single soul. After what seemed like a short lifetime she sat on the railing breathing hard. Her legs burned inside and she was wearing sandals.
"Are you done running?" The man asked behind her. He leaned casual against a thick white column. "Because if you've noticed you can't go anywhere." He purred. "Who are you?" She said venomously. Her eyes zeroing in on him. His black leather jacket and tattooed bare shoulder. "I've been called many things, Master of truths, Lord of reality, the helper." "No Who Are You, What's your name?"
"I don't have one." He walked to her and tightened his hand on her wrist that was inside of her purse searching for her cell phone. "If you are planning on calling the police, I assure you that it won't work." He stated. Farah stared in his eyes and realized they were silted like cats. An intricate tattoo fell from his left eye like smeared eyeliner, but it was permanent.
A barely visible smile turned up his lips. "But you," He held a stand of her light colored hair. "May call me Blake."
The man before her was tall and lean and had a stock of dyed white hair, he seemed about twenty. It wasn't his age or unusual hair that made her pause, it was the way he was looking at her. In there was a smug closeness about it. "What are you staring at?" Farah hoped her words were stronger than she felt.
"I know the answer to your questions." He said his voice light like a cool breeze. "What questions? Get away from me you freak!" Farah shouted shrilly. "Someone -" She squirmed as she noticed she was cornered. "The questions you haven't asked yet, the ones that hold your fragile life in balance. I'll give them all to you if you simply do what I say. Join me." He held out his hands, palms up.
"Uh!" Farah flung herself at him, hitting her hard with her purse. Then she ran fleeing up the stairs of the mall. Where was everyone? It was so empty and quite, hearing her footsteps scared her. If she could hear them so could he. She glanced behind, then jumped as she thought she saw a mannequin move in the shop's display.
"Lisa! Craig!" Her words stuck. "Jenna!" Where are you guys?" She ran to the food court. The whole mall was painfully cleared of people. The world was mute. She suddenly felt ill to her stomach as she kicked into horror movie instincts. "Check above you." She remembered "And carefully turn corners and stay away from the shadows..." She noticed a shadow morph and a whine rose in her throat.
"You guys! If this is a game -" a sign to the shoe shop suddenly fell. "ekk!" She yelled and gave up ignoring the truth. This was real. She hurried endlessly through the two story mall. She was trapped. Even the entrance doors were locked. No one. Not a single soul. After what seemed like a short lifetime she sat on the railing breathing hard. Her legs burned inside and she was wearing sandals.
"Are you done running?" The man asked behind her. He leaned casual against a thick white column. "Because if you've noticed you can't go anywhere." He purred. "Who are you?" She said venomously. Her eyes zeroing in on him. His black leather jacket and tattooed bare shoulder. "I've been called many things, Master of truths, Lord of reality, the helper." "No Who Are You, What's your name?"
"I don't have one." He walked to her and tightened his hand on her wrist that was inside of her purse searching for her cell phone. "If you are planning on calling the police, I assure you that it won't work." He stated. Farah stared in his eyes and realized they were silted like cats. An intricate tattoo fell from his left eye like smeared eyeliner, but it was permanent.
A barely visible smile turned up his lips. "But you," He held a stand of her light colored hair. "May call me Blake."
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