Entrapment by oceandreamz

The Nightmare

hello! and welcome to my story! if you are just now tuning in, then take note that these first 7 chapters are like filler chapters where i develop the characters a little and foreshadow of things to come. Its fun tho, and i tried to put some humor in it, so i hope you guys like!!

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Chapter1: The Nightmare

Thunder shook the frame of a small wooden cabin. Lightning slashed at the sky in uncontrolled fury. The rain pelted mercilessly against the small windows of the cabin. A shrill shriek pierced the air before blending itself with the thunder. A small girl of about 8 ran out of the cabin. Her dress was tattered in many places. Her raven colored hair blended perfectly with the night. She ran ten feet and stopped.

She turned around and yelled, "DADDY!"

No sooner had she said the name, a huge man came running out of the cabin. He was easily 6 feet in height and also had raven hair. He reached the girl and picked her up.

"Daddy!" the girl smiled.

"Darling," he said with warmth.

The warm moment broke as soon as the backdoor of the cabin slammed open. There stood 3 men in trench coats.

"There they are!" one of them shouted.

The father took off running into the forest. He shielded his daughter the best he could from the torrent of branches that slapped at them. He hadn't even run for 5 minutes when a gun was sounded. The father fell forward on his knees, and a painful numbing feeling started to take over. One look at the raven head whose small hands had his shirt in a death grip, and he got back to his feet and continued running. Ten more minutes of running and he became exhausted, but he wouldn't give up, he couldn't. After a few more minutes of running, he started to slow, thinking he had lost them, but another shot was fired. The father fell forward, but steadied his arms, so his daughter wouldn't be crushed. She crawled out from under him. Her sapphire blue eyes widening as she pulled at him. She started to panic as she heard footsteps.

"Come on papa, those bad men are coming. Get up papa!" she yelled.

"I can't darling. You need to go now, run. Just keep running. You remember that cave daddy showed you, go there, don't look back, just keep running," he said quickly.

"No papa, you're coming with me. Come on papa!" tears were streaming down her face, mixing with the rain.

He slowly brought his palm up, and cupped her face; his hand was easily bigger than her entire face, yet it held the gentleness of a feather.

"I love you darling. I'm very proud of you. I was going to wait until you 18th birthday to give this to you, but it seems our time got cut short a little." He takes a necklace off his neck and puts it around her.

"There," he says, "Guard that carefully. You'll see why when you turn 18. I love you so much, now you need to go. Keep going; don't come back. Go!" he said the last part a little louder.

"I'm not gonna leave you papa! I don't want to leave you papa, I wanna be with you!" she yelled.

Her eyes glowed with determination. The voices were very close now.

"I'll always be with you, in your heart. I love you my baby, now go," he urged.

She looked into her father's eyes. She gave him a kiss on the cheek, and he gave one back to her on her cheek. Then she turned to leave, but collided with a hard object. The man, who she ran into, grabbed her, while the other two held her father down. The girl kicked and scratched at the man holding her.

"Feisty little one, ain't she," the man sneered. "Do you think the boss could use another whore?"

"Of course," the other men agreed.

"You can never have too many whores," they laughed.

The scratchy laugh made the girl wince.

"You'll make a good whore won't you," said her captor, poking her in her nose.

She bit his finger.

"OWW, Bitch!" he yelled. He shook her hard.

"It looks like you need punishment," he said, "I've never fucked children, the boss said they're good though, very soft, so we'll see on you, and what better way to do this then in front of you're father. Then he'll see what you will become, a whore. A dirty little whore."

He threw the girl on the ground, and sat on her legs. He tried to push him off, but he was too strong for her.

"You can't push me off," the man laughed. "You're too weak to do anything. Weak little whore bitch." The little girl screamed as his hand started to descend on her. He slapped her. "Shut up bitch, if you know what's good for you." She quieted.

Her fear became evident. Her whole body started shaking as the man's hands once again started his descent upon her.

"Fear me bitch," he sneered.

Right before he could undo her dress, he felt a sharp pain explode in his head. He yelped out a cry of pain, before he was brutally tossed from on top of the girl's body. The father stood there, midnight eyes flashing dangerously at anything that would dare hurt his daughter.

He gathered her up in his arms and said, "I will always love you no matter what you do. Don't ever let what anyone say ever change that."

She nodded. He started to run, but no sooner had he taken a few steps, someone grabbed his ankle, causing him to loose balance. He dropped her on her feet before he fell, so he wouldn't fall on top of her.

"Go!" he yelled. She nodded. "I love you papa," she whispered.

"I love you too darling," he replied back, his tone full of gentleness and love.

With that, she fled. She ran fast, trying to get away.

"To the cave, to the cave," she repeated in her head, silently urging her quickly tiring legs to keep going. She heard footsteps not too far behind her; she quickened her pace, hoping not to trip or anything that would slow her down. Her heart slammed into her chest, the thud resounding in her whole body. Fear consumed her, and she kept on running. Finally, after God knows how long, she couldn't hear footsteps anymore. She saw a small hollow in the base of a tree, and quickly fled there. She grabbed some wet branches and leaves, to cover up the whole, making it look natural as possible, lest someone still be out looking for her. As her heartbeat returned to normal, so did her other senses, like the ability to feel, and right now, all she felt was coldness. Water had seeped through her dress, and the cold breeze wasn't helping either. The dry ground of the tree helped, and soon she felt her eyelids getting heavy.

"Can't go to sleep," she thought, remembering what her father told her when they were in the mountains. 'don't sleep when you get cold, because you might not wake up again.' "But I'm so tired," she argued to herself.

As she floated close to oblivion, a voice reached her, the coldness of it mad her shiver, "You cannot escape, you will be mine," she felt a hand wrap around her throat, and it started to squeeze, she did the only thing she could do, scream.

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A young woman of about 17 shot out of bed. Sweat rolled of her forehead, and she felt hot trails run down her cheeks, startled, she brought her hands up to her face. She was crying. Her body shook slightly as she tried to calm her nerves.

"Now is not the time for this, Kagome," she scolded herself.

"It was just a nightmare, nothing more," she repeated over to herself, forcing her to believe it. She looked in the mirror; her sapphire blue-eyed reflection stared back at her, a haunted look in her eyes were all that anyone could see of her pain, even then, it was hard to see. She hid it behind a cheery facade; she needed no one's pity. Her eyes closed as the images replayed in her mind. She couldn't go back to sleep now. One glance at the clock told her it was 2 in the morning. She got out of bed and decided to go running. Running always cleared her mind. She grabbed a pair of baby blue shorts, and baby pick tank top. She put on her white Nike sneakers, and tied her long raven hair in a high ponytail. She grabbed her discman with her Evanescence cd, and left. She jogged into the kitchen where she wrote her mom a note on where she was. She quite frequently went on runs in the morning that her mother wouldn't be surprised.

She put her keys into her pocket, and walked out of her house, locking the door behind her. She did a few stretches, and took off. Hoping to forget her nightmare.

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to answer a question I that have been asked.. this is a flashback-type dream..it happened to her..

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