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My Bloody Chambers - Mysterious Saviour.

Lying in the mud; cold, wet and shaking is not what I had in mind for my new school year. I pictured a new start with some friends, well at least one friend, maybe the hopes of a crush and if it was a miracle a boyfriend. But the minute I got a toe into that University gate I felt the bony hands of death around my throat, as if trying to warn me or save me. I’m Honey Valentine; I’m 21 years old and have a pale yet freckled complexion, long-shoulder length ginger hair, an average height of 5’5 but nothing could have prepare my average, boring self for the Henry Clementine University. Nothing.

My throat felt like gravel from the screaming I had done. So I bumped into a group of real Barbie dolls, but it didn’t give them the right to nearly put me in a state of comatose. I forced my weak biceps to push me up and away from the slug beneath me. Somehow I had offended the Bar-belladavilles and they seemed to have had a bad week and chose to take it out on me. Not a minute into Uni. and already I have an enemy, enemies to be precise. I felt my limbs shake as rain poured over me, mentally scolding myself for still being on that god forsaken ground. I felt big hot tears run down my face as my throat got the familiar feel to a rock being stuck in my gravely throat. No one had come to my aid but just walked by like robots. I threw up a little before just managing to get a knee under my bruised body, biting my lip hard at the pain in my sides, back and stomach, my brand new clothes drenched in mud, grass and sticks. My now matted, used to be curled hair in tatters as it slumped in front of my eyes as if I was subconsciously shielding my vision from the disaster before me, the blood pounding in my ears like African drums. My body had shut down and could only think about getting up and surviving.

A blast of warmth wrapped around my left bicep, my initial reaction was to flinch and move away from any more abuse that may come, but none did, just a deeply concerned voice. “Miss are you ok?” A rather smooth velvety voice said, not like the high pitched mouse like voices that came from the Bar-belladavilles themselves. I took a breath and peeked at the person through my earth infested hair. It was a lovely black haired, violet eyed gentleman, who was looking at me like he’d just hit me with his car, but to be honest I’d like to be hit by his car any day. “Miss are you ok?” He said a little louder trying to gauge my mentality at this point to see if I understood him. All I could do was give a faint nod, which quickly turned into a sob. He took that hint as a clear ‘no’, not that I looked ok in the first place. He gently got me to a standing position but my legs felt like jelly and I started to move out of his preverbal vision. He hooked one arm under right knee, slinging my right arm around his neck in one fluid motion, catching me before I hit the ground, carrying me like I weighed nothing but a bag of feathers.

Me on the other hand was only able to let him do so, its not like I had a choice, but I couldn’t stop looking at him, which seemed to make him uncomfortable, but I didn’t understand why he seemed the type of guy that would be used to being stared at. “Come on miss lets get you to the nurse for some first aid.” He said in a comforting tone. He didn’t wait for a response and walked along the puddle slicked path, losing my flat black shoes in the process, but he kindly said he’d collect my stuff after I had been looked after. (( To be Continued ))

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I love the detail that you have put in,makes the writing far more real :)

Thanks!

Most welcome :)looking forward to reading more!

My Bloody Chambers - Mysterious Stranger.
 
(Part 1)
As we got to the nurses office I was hit with the o-so-sickening aroma of disinfectant as I was placed on the crinkly tissue paper that was usually laid out like a red carpet for its new found patients. I felt the comfort of his warm, muscular arms leave me, creating a dry-ice fear clench my nervous system, and before I knew it my arm shot out and grabbed his very large bicep in my thin frail hand. My gaze finally met his. “Please...” I rasped, not wanting the only person who’d shown some common decency to leave me in my vulnerable state. Who knows the Bar-belladavilles may come back to finish the kill. He looked at the nurse, who just shrugged at him. He looked back at me with pursed lips and a concerned gaze. “Of course,” was the only reply I got. I felt the warmth slowly seep back into me, thawing my frozen body as I relaxed against the bed, my hand slipping down his arm and back to my side. The nurse made sure there would be no more commotions to deal with as she closed the curtain around us, before she started cleaning the mud from my snow white skin with a certain kindness that reminded me of my mother’s touch when she used to take care of me when I was sick.

I picked at my now dirt infested fingernails, chipping the reminace of what used to be a simple coat of clear fingernail polish off my now pitiful looking scratched up hands. I felt my body start to go into that familiar sense of shock as I started to softly shake, making the tissue paper under me start to make crinkling sounds. The violet eyed stranger must have noticed as I felt the comforting warmth of his hand gently pry one hand from my other and envelope my much dainter hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze to try and ease my fleeting nerves. I wrenched my doe-in-headlight wide eyes from the clump of grass on my skirt that I'd been trying to concentrate on for the last 10 minutes to stare up at the gorgious round eyes that was the guy before me, finally finding my voice however small. "I should probably thank you for helping me, I'm not normally like this....my names Honey like the sugary syrup." I said hoping that he didn't think of her as one of those pathetic girls who constantly said sorry and had to explain everything she did and was practically scared of her own shadow.

The black haired beauty presented me with a blindingly warm and friendly smile that had my heart nearly doing summersaults then twisting into a sickening knot. "It's a pleasure to meet you, my names Nicolas, most people call me Nick." He said, running his thumb over the back of her hand soothingly as if he could tell I was going into over drive, then realized his finger was right over my pulse. "So I'm going to take a wild guess and say you ran into Chole and her lemmings." He said in that heart stoppingly smooth velvety voice. I nawed on my bottom lip as I looked down at the dingy floor, giving an embarrassed nod. "All I did was bump into her while trying to find my class, it was like she was a cougar in waiting to prey on the hopeless." I said sighing. The man chuckled a deep and hearty sound reverberating through me. "Yes that is Chloe, I'm sorry you got the business end of her raging temper, she just got told she won't be able to run for prom queen after the way she'd tampered with the results." He said. "On the bright side I can see she has gone easy on you." He said softly. Easy! Easy my ass! I thought in anger.
(( To be Continued ))

Yay! more mystery and suspense..i love Chloe!!

Lmao she's the evil one thanks!

Really? she sounds a little bit like that but i kinda feel her character is solid :)

And btw, our RP at 'Driven by darkest desires'?

Well the main charrie is Honey that her name lol if you read the beginning again