A nameless subject in a medical human testing facility finally gets his chance to escape. But not before making it clear to the doctor in charge of his project how much he’s come to hate her. Told from the rapist’s POV. – The image is apparently from a deviantart user by the name of “harrowmoonshadow”,…
Category: Stories
The Beast of Bell Island #29
“Brooke, it’s starting!” The young woman, hair in a smart, spunky bob these days, finished pouring out some hot cocoa before rushing out into the living room of her shared flat in a sleepy suburb north of Seattle. Her housemate, Mara, had the TV tuned into the news, where live footage of an aircraft hangar-turned-courtroom…
The Beast of Bell Island #28
Both Michelle and Ryan came running, though, eyes wild. “What are you doing!” they shouted in unison, glancing up at the sky. The helicopters could be heard, but no longer seen through the suddenly dense clouds. “What?” Jack turned. “They can’t see us.” “You don’t know that!” “According to the news anchors, they can’t. Moreover, I’m…
Blood, Sweat, and Steel
Read Blood, Sweat, and Steel → So late last year I started a roleplay that turned out to be balls to the wall amazing, and with the permission of my partner I started posting the logs to AO3. Things have since slowed down since the holidays – school is taking up a lot of Reuven’s time right…
The Beast of Bell Island #27
“What’s the matter?” Jack asked, brushing her shoulder with the pad of his big thumb as soon as the others were out of sight. “I think I’m wondering why I’m still here,” she said, folding her arms and looking away. There was a crack in the wall; she looked at that. “If you want to…
The Beast of Bell Island #26
“Oh goody,” Brooke said flatly as she stared at the news footage playing on the great room’s enormous screen. “We’re on TV.” Before them was a live feed from one of the helicopters as it slowly loitered about the airspace above the island. They had the entire house in the camera’s sights, as well as…
The Beast of Bell Island #25
Brooke had a hard time falling asleep. She tossed and turned, asked Amos for another nightcap, drank it down, and tossed and turned some more. But eventually she settled into an uneasy sleep, and when she woke up the next morning, she felt like she’d been hit by a bus. The clock on the nightstand…
The Beast of Bell Island #24
Brooke was left with the thought for the next hour as Jack continued to meet with his lawyer. “Care about someone else,” she murmured to herself as she chewed on the end of the pen and spun around in the chair. Her stomach was in knots from thinking about it. From thinking about how… that…
The Beast of Bell Island #23
Brooke was almost done cleaning the room when she was notified of her father calling the house. The Amos unit had started helping by taking the old clothes, which were well on their way to becoming little musty carpets of moss and mold, and put them into garbage bags. Then it paused and stood up…
The Beast of Bell Island #22
“…my god,” Jack’s lawyer said as she approached the house. He and Brooke were waiting anxiously at the front entrance; he was pacing and rubbing at his scratchy chin. “Jack?” “It’s, ah… good to see you, Michelle,” the giant Russian said with a smile that looked a little more like a wince. The woman, dressed…