1. Bloodsport Fairytale ch. 3


    Date: 7/24/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Male/Teen Female, Monster, Murder, Stockholm Syndrome, Young, Author: nightwolvesalpha, Rating: 88.9, Source: sexstories.com

    tossing and turning on the floor next to me when a male voice blared over a speaker, “DARRICK THATCHER! COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!” hearing the person outside use my full name was surprising enough to jar me to wakefulness, and when I looked down at Courtney, I saw that it had woken her up too. Her pupils were dilated and she was starting to hyperventilate, letting me know she was terrified past the capacity for thought. In an effort to bring her back to her senses I lightly tapped her on the cheek, but, as strong as I was, even a light tap was enough to rattle her teeth. She put a hand to her bruised cheek and stared at me, wide-eyed with surprise that I had hit her. “Calm down,” I whispered harshly, “the last thing I need is for you to have a panic attack right now.” She nodded silently, and, wrapping her arms around her legs, began rocking back and forth; trying to relieve some of the nervous energy that was coursing through her. I found the adrenaline soaked fear-sweat that she was pumping out thoroughly distracting, so I held my breath and closed my eyes in an effort to take stock of the situation. Outside was an unknown number of law enforcement officials, (who somehow knew my real name) all of which were undoubtedly heavily armed, and inside the storm shelter with me was one excitable fourteen year old girl that weighed maybe one hundred pounds soaking wet, and was so terrified that she had begun quietly muttering to herself. Well, I'd been in worse scrapes, and ...
    the police outside would be easy enough to kill in the five or so minutes it would take for me to succumb to the blazing sunlight, but Courtney was far more vulnerable than I was and she might get caught in the crossfire during the ensuing chaos. Luckily I had a modest array of supernatural powers to help me out of this mess. Taking a deep breath in preparation, I reached deep within myself and flexed the internal muscle that would release my spirit from the bonds of my corporeal form. I HATED having to use this ability because floating around as a disembodied spirit was always so disconcerting, mainly because of the intense feeling of vertigo I always got. That, and it's pretty trippy not being able to feel, smell, or interact with anything. As a ghost that would be invisible to humans, I floated up through the cellar doors and onto the sun drenched lawn of the abandoned house. The intense sunlight couldn't hurt me in this form, but the brightness was still damned uncomfortable. After taking a second to get my bearings I looked to the street and found my would be attackers. There were twelve cops in all, huddled behind the doors of six squad cars that had their lights flashing like a crappy rave party, and every one of the twelve officers was armed with a high powered assault rifle, and one even had a tear gas launcher. Fuck. This was going to be more complicated than I thought, especially since there was also a crowd of onlookers gathered at the very edge of a perimeter the ...
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