Post by Isaac Norton on Feb 28, 2010 15:02:22 GMT -5
Uploading the pictures from their latest conquest, Isaac giggled at his deviance. Without Peyton around, his beach house felt emptier than it usually did. And as the last picture made an appearance on his desktop, Isaac closed down all the browser windows and got off the chair he was in and went to the toilet for a bit.
As he shed himself of his clothes to take a much needed shower from a night of absolute debauchery, he wished the whole stripping thing was done by Peyton. Hot damn that girl made him jump in the best manner possible. As he was about to step into his shower, he heard a noise coming from outside. It sounded like someone trying to open the door.
Was it Peyton? It couldn't be, she had her key. Even so, she could have dropped it in her car and wasn't bothered about looking for it. Typical Peyton, Isaac thought affectionately with a smile. He wrapped a towel around his waist and walked out of the bathroom to see who it was only to find himself still alone.
Wary of it probably being his father who dropped by sometimes just to check the condition of the house, unaware that his son always did it for him with the little trysts he had with his girlfriend who just so happened to be his rival's daughter, Isaac refrained from calling out to his luscious partner in crime.
He walked around to the entrance and then to the back entrance to still find himself alone. He shrugged and locked everything up just in case. As he made his way back to the bathroom, something caught his eye sitting on the coffee table in the living room. Isaac backtracked and picked up the stack of pamphlets with a little envelope on top of it addressed to him. He dropped the envelope on the table while he went through the pamphlets all sporting a recurrent theme.
Pamphlet after leaflet after booklet of ads for prestigious military school assaulted his vision. "What the fuck...?" He whispered as his hands lost grip on the thick batch. It all scattered on to the table and floor before he bent down a bit to retrieve the envelope. Ripping it open, his shaky hands gripped the fancy paper with some crest in the corner. His eyebrows furrowed into each other as his eyes scanned across the words.
Scared? You should be. Delete those photos or the copies will go into your father's hand.
Isaac threw the paper to the floor before backing up only to bump into a fully decked drill sergeant who grabbed him with both hands and was thrown into a bunk filled with boys who looked like their souls had been sucked out of their eyes.
"No...no no no no no no no," he kept repeating as he tried to run away from the room with those mindless soulless freaks. When he was sure he had ditched them, he fell forward with his hands gripping his kneecaps. His breathing began to regulate and he looked up to find Peyton smiling at him but there was something off about it. Someone else was behind her but Isaac couldn't make out the face though it was vaguely familiar.
"Baby...baby we need to get out of--" Isaac was cut short when he realised what was off with Peyton. She was wearing a wedding ring on her finger and her hand was covered by the guy who had no face. "You should have deleted those pictures, Isaac. It's too late now..." Peyton said with an eerily calm smile. "It's too late now."
Waking up with a cold sweat, Isaac realised that he was in his own bed with no sign of any pamphlets, zombie military men or Peyton. He wiped the beads of perspiration coating his neck with the back of his hand as he tried to catch his breath. He went to his laptop which was still switched on and he went to where he had saved Jasper's pictures and moved all of them to the Recycle Bin without completely deleting it. He went back to bed and tried to shake the feeling he got from the dream.
As he shed himself of his clothes to take a much needed shower from a night of absolute debauchery, he wished the whole stripping thing was done by Peyton. Hot damn that girl made him jump in the best manner possible. As he was about to step into his shower, he heard a noise coming from outside. It sounded like someone trying to open the door.
Was it Peyton? It couldn't be, she had her key. Even so, she could have dropped it in her car and wasn't bothered about looking for it. Typical Peyton, Isaac thought affectionately with a smile. He wrapped a towel around his waist and walked out of the bathroom to see who it was only to find himself still alone.
Wary of it probably being his father who dropped by sometimes just to check the condition of the house, unaware that his son always did it for him with the little trysts he had with his girlfriend who just so happened to be his rival's daughter, Isaac refrained from calling out to his luscious partner in crime.
He walked around to the entrance and then to the back entrance to still find himself alone. He shrugged and locked everything up just in case. As he made his way back to the bathroom, something caught his eye sitting on the coffee table in the living room. Isaac backtracked and picked up the stack of pamphlets with a little envelope on top of it addressed to him. He dropped the envelope on the table while he went through the pamphlets all sporting a recurrent theme.
Pamphlet after leaflet after booklet of ads for prestigious military school assaulted his vision. "What the fuck...?" He whispered as his hands lost grip on the thick batch. It all scattered on to the table and floor before he bent down a bit to retrieve the envelope. Ripping it open, his shaky hands gripped the fancy paper with some crest in the corner. His eyebrows furrowed into each other as his eyes scanned across the words.
Scared? You should be. Delete those photos or the copies will go into your father's hand.
Isaac threw the paper to the floor before backing up only to bump into a fully decked drill sergeant who grabbed him with both hands and was thrown into a bunk filled with boys who looked like their souls had been sucked out of their eyes.
"No...no no no no no no no," he kept repeating as he tried to run away from the room with those mindless soulless freaks. When he was sure he had ditched them, he fell forward with his hands gripping his kneecaps. His breathing began to regulate and he looked up to find Peyton smiling at him but there was something off about it. Someone else was behind her but Isaac couldn't make out the face though it was vaguely familiar.
"Baby...baby we need to get out of--" Isaac was cut short when he realised what was off with Peyton. She was wearing a wedding ring on her finger and her hand was covered by the guy who had no face. "You should have deleted those pictures, Isaac. It's too late now..." Peyton said with an eerily calm smile. "It's too late now."
Waking up with a cold sweat, Isaac realised that he was in his own bed with no sign of any pamphlets, zombie military men or Peyton. He wiped the beads of perspiration coating his neck with the back of his hand as he tried to catch his breath. He went to his laptop which was still switched on and he went to where he had saved Jasper's pictures and moved all of them to the Recycle Bin without completely deleting it. He went back to bed and tried to shake the feeling he got from the dream.
