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MeNobody14 (2013-05-06 05:22:57)She showed him how it worked, and explained how she'd "flown" in and rescued him. Now, only one question remained.
Who mugged him?
Angela and Jerry went back to the hotel. When they arrived, there was a note on their door.
Come, heir. and receive your throne.
Jerry looked at it again. "Heir?" He wondered aloud. Heir to the throne of geeks, maybe. But he doubted thats what it meant. Angela called around, asking about Jerry being an heir.
One, answered her question.
"The only possible 'heir' he could be to, would be the throne of Horrors. Cheesy name right?" Angela repeated what she had heard. "The 'throne of horrors' is the throne for the Queen or King of CP's. It's not in this dimension, though. It's in another. A dimension, where ones worst fears become reality. This dimension bears no known name. It is simply a prison of CP's waiting to be unleashed." Angela finished her recap. "So.. I'm the heir to a throne of nightmares? Am I the only one that thinks this is some un-original movie?" He asked. Angela laughed. "If it is true, then we'll find out soon."
The next day went normally. As did the one after that. And for the entire week, Jerry was anticipating being kidnapped and taken to this "Throne" they spoke of. On the 8th day, he was, in fact, kidnapped. As well as Rebecka and Angela. The three were eating at a diner, and when they left, they were gassed and pulled into a car. The three awoke in a prison. Not a dirty, nasty prison that you'd think of. But clean. Blank. No bars. And dreary. The cell was dark. And they could barely see eachother, but they were alone. Just the three of them. It felt like hours of waiting. Jerry's claustrophobia nearly drove him insane had it not been for Angela comforting him. Rebecka stood near the door, listening.
Footsteps.
Keys.
Light.
The door opened, and a guard, who was dressed like an egyptian, (Jerry snickered at this) led Jerry out. Leaving Angela and Rebecka. He was led through an elaborate palace. Beautiful colors and architecture surrounded him. And he nearly forgot where he was. He arrived in a throne room. A high ceiling, and six columns on each side. The throne sat upon an elaborate dias, and the figure that sat upon the throne, was a queen. Girl plus extreme power? *cough*uh-oh.. *cough* He thought. She was surrounded by slaves. Mostly female. The males were mostly guards. "Where am I?" He wondered aloud. "In your palace." The queen answered. Her voice was firm, but soothing. And she hardly sounded friendly. "Come here." The queen said. She motioned for him to come. He walked forward and up the steps to the throne. He stopped infront of it. "Let me examine you." She said. She stood up, and circled him. He stood straight, and tried not to shiver. The queen was tall and pale. She had a beautiful face. And she wore a long, silk gown. Jerry tried not to stare, for the gown she wore was nearly transparent. She had an elagant headpeice, and a feather for a sceptor. "Who gave this to you?" She asked. She traced her finger along the scar that ran across his face. She looked worried, and motherly, but also regal and serious. "I d-don't know.." He stuttered. He studied her for a moment. She had jet black hair, yellow eyes, and freckles. She looked as if she were in her early thirties. "You don't know." She repeated. Her female servants giggled, and made Jerry feel even more uncomfortable. "Lets take this off." She said. She unzipped his blue hoodie and gently pulled it off. Leaving him in an undershirt and jeans. She tossed the hoodie to a servant girl, and the girl rushed off with it. "H-hey! What are you.." He was interrupted by the queen. "Malak is going to wash it." She said. She noticed the tears in the undershirt, and the scars that were underneath. "Here, let me take this off." Jerry started to protest, but the queen had his shirt off. He turned red and looked at the ground. Okay.. I'm in a room, surrounded by girls and angry looking guys, and I don't have a shirt on! How could this get worse.. He thought. The servants were eying him now. He wondered what interest they'd have in him. He wasn't muscular. He wasn't handsome either. He was just average. The queen held his upper arms now, still examining him. "Flex your arms." She said. "What?" He asked, hoping he misunderstood her. "Flex them." She said sweetly. He did, and felt embarrassed. The servants whispered and pointed, and looked at him like he was some major athlete. This only added to Jerry's uncomfortableness. "Diana, come here." The queen said. A blonde servant came up. She was slightly taller than Jerry, and skimply dressed. She also had freckles, but instead of yellow, she had blue eyes. Diana held one of his arms, and the queen instructed him to flex them again. He did, and the servant giggled and playfully squeezed her hand around his arm. "Thats enough." The queen laughed, and sent Diana back to her seat. "What is your name?" Jerry asked the queen.
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AmayaTime8D (2013-05-06 06:47:32)Short, but cliffhanger
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a weeb gif to complete my weeb profile MeNobody14 (2013-05-06 09:02:12)Updated. :3
Btw: I get these idears from my noggin. *taps head* It's a combination of my fantasys, fears, and experiences. I hope you all enjoy it.
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kblackeagle (2013-05-06 09:26:28)I love these stories!
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MeNobody14 (2013-05-06 10:57:31)"Alexandria." She answered. She traced the scars that ran along his chest, and then his back. "I will punish whoever did this to you." Her finger lightly touched his skin, and it felt exhilarating and embarrassing at the same time. "Diana, lead him to his room." Alexandria said. "Wait, why am I here?" He asked. "You, are my heir." She said. "You are my nephew, and my last living relative." She said.
Diana led him through the palace. He had no shirt, and every time he passed a servant girl, they batted their eyelashes and giggled. When he finally reached his room, he was amazed. It was huge. The bed, the fireplace, everything was huge! "Here is your room, master." Diana said. "Master? Umm.. Just call me Jerry." He said. "Alright, Master Jerry." She showed him the closets and bathrooms and all the stuff in his room, and then told him to sit on the bed. "I am supposed to nurse your wounds, master Jerry." She said. He felt like he was dreaming a terrible dream. He simply wanted to wake up. Royalty may have been wanted by many, but he'd rather stick to his normal life.
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MeNobody14 (2013-05-06 19:20:30)^ Why not?
He sat on the bed, wanting to scream. All he wanted was to be alone. He still hadn't gotten used to being around people again. "When can I have my hoodie back?" He asked. "Pretty soon, master." Diana answered. She massaged his back and applied an ointment on it. "Are you done?" He asked. "Yes." She answered. "Leave." He said. She left. He felt kind of rude, but he didn't care. He didn't ask to be king. For all he cared, they could be leaderless. He fell asleep. And when he awoke, he had his hoodie and a new shirt on. He got up, and remembered Angela and Rebecka were still in the cell.
Or at least, he hoped so.
He wandered the palace, hoping nothing had been done to Angela and Rebecka. He some how made it to queen Alexandria's room. And, the door was open. He walked in, and she was finishing dressing. Holy cow! I'm glad I didn't get here sooner.. He thought. "Is there something you need?" Alexandria asked as she turned around. "Where are my friends?" He asked. She called for one of her servants, and sent her to lead Jerry to them.
The poor servant didn't know where they were. So she had to inquire about it every few minutes. They made it to the prison section, and got lost in there, too. But finally, they managed to find the cell they were in. Jerry, thinking at the moment, had decided to bring water, in case they hadn't been fed. He read the number, and was certain this was a different cell. He opened the door, and nearly puked at what he saw. This was no ordinary cell. This one was meant for torture.
Rebecka had been strapped to a table, and looked as if she had been whipped and beaten. Her clothes barely covered her, and the gruesome bloodstains that were all over her were too much to bear for Jerry. He looked around, And angela was suspended from a wall by chains. She looked worse then Rebecka. Whipped, Beaten. He walked up to Angela and examined her.
Still breathing.
He sighed relief and went to check on Rebecka. She was still breathing too. He cut the ropes that held Rebecka to the table, and then walked over to Angela. "Chains, huh. Whatever." He didn't care if they were special high qaulity chains.
He just snapped them.
Having extreme strength comes in handy, right?
He gently laid her on the floor, and got a gaurd outside to help him bring the two to his room. There, he treated their wounds. Angela was unconscious, and he cleaned her up first. Rebecka, however, woke up and screamed as if she were still in that room. "Be quiet! Do you want to get me in trouble?!" Jerry said. Rebecka looked around, confused. She didn't look like the same Becka he knew. She looked broken and afraid. "Jerry, were are we?" She said hoarsely. "My room." He said. "Can you walk?" He asked. "I think s-so.." She got up, and got dizzy for a moment. He steadied her and lead her to the bathroom. "Take a shower, soak in the tub. Do whatever. I'm gonna have a word with some people." He said. Angela had woken up a bit. She started crying and saying "No more!". He comforted her, and after awhile, she finally calmed down. He helped her stand up, and wrapped her in a blanket. "Come on." Jerry said. "Where are we going?" She asked. He didn't answer. He walked outside his room and shut the door. He told the guard to let nobody in. Period.
He walked through the hallways, hoping to find the throne room. The few servant girls he passed had gasped at the sight of Angela. Her face had scars. Her hair had blood in it. And her overall appearance wasn't very charming at the moment.
He finally found the throne room and stopped. Angela, exhausted, slumped into his arms. He picked her up, and walked into the throne room, no longer afraid. He was angry.
Angry at them, for treating his friends horribly.
Angry at himself for not being able to help them.
Angry at the queen for being like this..
He was mad at a lot of things right now. And that only fueled his determination to set things right. He walked right up to the throne, and yelled at Alexandria. "Why did you do this?!"
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MeNobody14 (2013-05-06 20:21:30)READ IT FRIGGIN' BOY! XP
"I must learn how you got injured." She said. What a lame excuse. He nearly strangled Alexandria. "So your gonna torture My god-sister and legal mother, just so you can find out who gave me a scar on my face?!" He let her have it. He didn't ask for much. He didn't want much. He didn't care if people hurt him. But when they touched his friends, he defended them. "It's simply not right to.." He interrupted the queen. "Not right to what? Have scars?! What if I like them?!" Bad move. He was going insane. "You will show respect! Guards! Take these two to their room." The queen said. Two guards walked up the steps. One fell down the steps. The other flew into a wall. "Respect for what? TYRANNY?!" He threw another guard down the steps. "Stop!" The queen said. The guards had poured into the room, and were ready to charge. "These two are enemies." She said. "They kill us."
"What?" Jerry was confused. Killing them? Huh-uh.. "Yes. They have.
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MeNobody14 (2013-05-07 04:33:43)I wonder if I've set the record for "Longest Creepypasta/story thread"...
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MeNobody14 (2013-05-07 07:12:54)Not..
"You lie!" He yelled. He set angela down and lunged at the queen. The queen, lunged at him. They tumbled down the steps, and the guards parted. "Leave!" She said to the guards. Imagine how embarrassed she was right now. The queen of nightmares, defiled by a 12 year-old! "I want the truth!" Jerry yelled. He grit his teeth and rolled on-top of her. She, in turn, rolled on-top of him and pinned him to the ground. "Calm yourself!" She said. She wasn't trying to fight him, She was simply trying to calm him down.
"Listen!" She said. He didn't stop. Two beefy guards came in and plucked him off of the queen. The pulled his hands behind his back and chained his arms, then his legs. They dropped him and left. "oww.." He groaned. Alexandria kneeled rolled over and composed herself. "They kill us!" She repeated. She lifted him up and he growled at her. "Follow me." She helped him walk to a side room that branched out of the throne room. In there, he saw hundreds of creepypasta's pictures. The girl in the photograph, Smile dog, The expressionless, Jeff, Jane, All of them. Most of the pictures had red "X"'s on them. "You see the ones crossed out?" She said, "Those ones, are dead."
She handed him over to a guard, Who handed him over to another. And there were at least a dozen transfers, until finally he was placed in the middle of an arena. His chains were wrapped around a stake. He wondered why his "aunt" would do this to him. The arena was massive. It was a dome. Crowds cheering and booing. He simply stood in the middle, on the sandy floor. There were gates around the entire arena, and one of them opened. Out stepped the Rake. The Rake stared at him for a moment, and started toward him. Jerry began struggling against his chains. He pulled.
The rake got closer.
He pulled.
Closer.
He could hear the metal creaking.
Closer.
He looked up, in a regal spot in the stands. There, sat the queen.
Pulling..
Closer.
Yanking.
Closer.
The chains were straining under his strength now.
Closer.
The rake was only a few yards away now.
Pulling.
Closer.
The rake leaped.
Jerry gave one last heave, and the rake crashed into him. Snapping the stake out of the ground. He was on the ground now. The rake was on-top of him. He stared into the white eyes, and then the eyes went wide. The crowd hushed. There was an arrow sticking through the rake's chest. The rake fell over. And a man with a hood jumped out of the stands and ran toward Jerry. Jerry didn't know whether he was an ally or an enemy. So he yanked at his chains, and broke them. He jumped up, and picked up the stake. He weilded it as a staff, and prepared to face the unknown man. He stopped a few feet away from Jerry, and said "I am here to help!". He had an irish accent. His cloak was brown. His bow was a recurve. He lifted his bow and fired an arrow. Jerry ducked and heard a squeal. He turned around and saw Her. The girl in the photograph. The arrow had pierced her shoulder. She fell over, and Jerry kneeled beside her. He pulled the arrow out, and held the wound. Dozens of archers formed infront of the queen's stand. Jerry pulled the girl up and wrapped his chain around her neck. "Shoot, and you'll hit her!" He yelled, taunting the archers. The girl whimpered. "Go ahead! You murderous scum! Fire!" He yelled in challenge. The queen sat on her spectator seat. Contemplating what to do. two gates opened, and lions came out. Six from each gate, making a dozen in total. "Ha! Lions? Is that the best you can throw at me?!" He yelled tauntingly. Two more men jumped out of the crowd. Both hooded. Both weilding staffs. They easily subdued the lions. "Stop!" The queen yelled. Everything went silent. The queen, jumped from the grandstand. Everyone gasped. "Move away." Jerry said to the archer. He looked like he was about to protest, but joined his comrades behind Jerry. "Take another step, and I'll squeeze the life out of her!" He dared. The queen kept walking, and Jerry increased the pressure on the girl's neck. The girl started choking, and the queen stopped. "Stop!" She yelled. She was merely ten yards away. Jerry decreased the pressure, and the girl started crying. "What do you want from me?" He yelled.
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kblackeagle (2013-05-07 09:49:09)My dog died! D: What about Slendy?
Death is not the end. It is merely a step towards the unknown.
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