Uncertainty on the Wings of Hope: 2/?
Title: Uncertainty on the Wings of Hope
Chapter: 2/?
Beta: none
Pairing(s): Kyle/Jessie (main)
Characters: All
Disclaimer: Have not, own not.
Summary: Miranda and her charge find themselves in a sticky situation.
A/N: Thanks to all those who’ve reviewed and read! It warms my heart and fuels my desire to continue!
Chapter 1
~*Chapter 2: What’s in a Name*~
They’d been riding so long it felt like they were going in circles. The park was huge, yes, but the campsites were only… all over the place. Okay, time to face facts… Miranda and her mysterious passenger were lost going on an hour now. She couldn’t keep riding around, making a ruckus in the middle of the night with a naked girl in her trailer! Especially the naked girl part, she wouldn’t be able to come up with a plausible and believable excuse if someone saw.
Pulling into the next campsite, hoping someone was awake and knew where the hell she was, she parked the 4-wheeler. Walking around the back of the trailer, she eyeballed the stack of gear to make sure nothing shifted onto the girl, or may have fallen off. Nothing seemed to jump out at her. Coming up to the tailgate she lightly wiggled the girls foot, calling out to her.
“Hey,” she whispered. The girl looked from the sky to her. “I’m gonna go see if I can find out where we are, okay? I seemed to have gotten myself turned around. You just stay here okay?” Miranda made sure the blanket was secure around the girl before going into the campsite.
The girl, curious, sat up and watched Miranda edge into the campsite.
“Hello?” Miranda called out. “Excuse me! I’m trying to find my way out of the park, but I seemed to be turned around.”
As she called out, she saw a hunter stagger out from around the tent. He was a fairly big man, seemingly well muscled with a bit of a beer gut. Flushed in the face with a bottle swinging from one hand and a machete hanging from the other, he was quite once he realized a woman interrupted his evening party of one.
“Well, hey there cutie pie. Ya come ta keep meh companeh?” he leered, coming toward her in what she was sure he thought was a sexy swagger, but to her was a drunken fool.
“I’m sorry to interrupt your evening of lone wolf festivities, but I’m just looking for the path towards the exit.” She put her hands up, as if to ward him off. “I keep missing the sign for the entrance of the park and ranger station. My friend is waiting for me so if you could just point me in the right direction, I can leave you to your,” she quickly glanced around the site, “nightly amusements.” She didn’t want him to think that she was by herself, and no one was waiting for her in case he got any ideas.
“Now there ain’t no need for that. Why don’t ya exit on into mah tent and we can have our own party, eh?” He slurred coming toward her, gesturing with his bottle and machete. He must have been more than enough drunk. He didn’t pay any attention to her last statement.
She edged back, noticing he was almost upon her. “No, no that’s okay. I’ll just try to find it myself. Thanks for you help!” She tried to get away, but he grabbed her. She pushed at him, struggling to get out of his bear hug. He pressed her closer to his body, machete aligning down her back, and the stink of beer wafting into her face.
“Hey now, ain’t no need to rush off! Party's just startin!”
She tried to scream, but the moment a sound left her mouth, he placed a meaty hand over her mouth, about suffocating her. She continued to try and squirm away from him, making whatever sound she could, as loud as she could, hoping someone could here.
“No need to go squealin!” He breathed. “We’re just gonna have a little fun, you and me.” He switched the hand from her mouth to wrap around her back, presenting the machete in the other hand threateningly up to her face. “Now, not a peep out of ya, understand?”
He leaned forward to kiss her and what little wiggle room she had, she used to block and push his face away. He ripped her shirt collar exposing her bra, even as she pushed him away. Pressing her nails as hard as she could, she scratched him across his face, and he threw her to the ground. He yelled out, touching the side of his face before looking to her, blood on his fingertips.
“You’re gonna pay for that!” he snarled, charging at her, machete raised. Miranda tried to scramble away, when the silhouette of the girl she found earlier in the evening came between her and the hunter.
“Jessi, no!” She screamed.
~*~
It looked to be the hottest summer yet. Sweat poured from her brow as she bent to shovel out more manure from the pin. Even at midday, it had never been this hot in all her 16 years of life, and it was sunset now. Miranda stood straight, stretching the muscles in her back. A breeze blew through the yard, and she stopped a moment to enjoy it.
It was slightly cool and free of the city pollutants. The gentle smell of fresh cut grass, hay and land flowed past her, bringing her piece and contentment for just a moment. It was the simple things, like the breeze, that got her through days like this. Being punished was never a picnic.
A noise behind her broke her reverie. She whipped around, shovel gripped in both hands, ready to stab a foot or something. The setting sun cast long shadows in the stables. Most, if not all the animals were in their pins for the evening, and only the pregnant mare stayed in a stall. Must be a cat. All the stable hands had gone to the local watering hole to have a few beers and check out the local ladies.
Her parents tried to keep her away from the more sinful nature of man, but she knew what they got up to at the bar and what happens when they pick a woman up. Miranda was sixteen after all, and curious.
She turned back to finish up the muck. She was almost done, another shovel, and she could join her little brother and parents in the house, after dumping the pale and cleaning up. She laid out fresh hay, and turned to leave to see a shadow standing at the stall opening.
“Hey there, little Merry. Finishin’ up for the evenin’?”
“Malcolm! You scared me!” she gasped; hand over her heart to steady it. She hadn’t heard him enter. Malcolm was a new stable hand. He was a tall fellow, dark with a five o’clock shadow dusting his cheeks, and maybe not the most handsomest of guys. He hadn’t been there long, just a few weeks, but long enough to know that you shouldn’t accost your employer’s daughter in the dark. He must have been back early from the bar or maybe he never left. Either way, she could smell the alcohol on his breath from across the stall. Heart beginning to pound, hands starting to sweat and tremble, she clutched the shovel close.
“Aw, sorry ‘bout that. Didn’t mean to sneak up on ya.” There was an edge to his voice and posture she couldn’t trust. His lean on the stall entrance was almost predatory and the shadows of the evening sun only emphasized the imminent danger.
“I-I thought everyone had gone down to the bar to party and such. Why didn’t you?” Miranda hoped her trembling wasn’t visible to him. She tried to think of some way to get around him.
“I’d think you didn’t want me around, comment like that!” He commented sarcastically, hand over his heart, acting aghast at the suggestion. “Besides, I was looking forward to a party of just you and I.” He stalked towards her, and she knew he could see her trembling now, hands gripping tight to the shovel handle as she backed away for every step he took before she was cornered. As she began to raise the shovel, he lunged.
“NO!” She screamed, as they wrestled for control over the weapon. He was stronger and able to get it away from her before grabbing at her. Growing desperate to get away, she clawed at his face, before kneeing him in the groin.
“ARGH! You little bitch!” She scrambled around him, but he pushed her into a wall, still bent in half from her knee. Miranda bounced as best she could off, before scurrying out the stall and towards the stable door.
~
“Jessi, could you go check on your sister? She shoulda been done by now.” Momma Holloway ask, turning way from the table to bring in more food from the kitchen. There were still the rolls and gravy to bring out, water and tea, and the desert chilling in the fridge needed to be checked.
The young man she addressed, finished setting the glasses, before heading towards the back door. “She pro’bly ain’t even finished, lollygaggin’ and daydreamin’ like she does.” Jessi was a strapping young boy of twelve, apple of his parent’s eyes, and astonishingly protective of his big sister. He’d be helping around the stables long enough to know that many hired hands passing through, weren’t as trustworthy as they’d like his daddy to believe. As he crossed the threshold of the mudroom, a scream pierced the air.
“NO!”
Jessi’s eyes widened in shock and fear. “MERRY!” he yelled before tearing down the deck steps towards the stables.
“MOM! GET DAD, IT’S MERRY!”
~
Malcolm had recovered before Miranda could get through the stall door, but her long legs still gave her a bit of a head start. She hoped it was enough to get to safety. Unfortunately for her, luck was not on her side. In her need to escape and keep an eye on the distance between herself and Malcolm, Miranda failed to remember the bucket she’d left from clean up that she would have taken to the fertilizer heap on her way out.
She tripped, falling to the ground, scraping her hands and tearing the knee of her pants. “No, no no no no… please don’t, please…” she cried, rolling onto her back, whispered pleas falling on deaf ears. She saw light glint off something in his hand from the stable light outside the doorway. Miranda didn’t know how, didn’t know where, but some when, Malcolm had pulled out a machete, and was advancing towards her with it. He raised the machete above his head, and as it swung down at her, a shadow appeared between her and the weapon.
“DON’T YOU HURT MY SISTER!”
“JESSI! NO!”
The machete sliced through Jessi’s shoulder, into his chest cavity. The world seemed to slow around Miranda, as she watched her little brother fall before her.
Her father and mother came racing through the stable door, shotgun at the ready, warning shot fired. Malcolm, startled out of the dazed he’d fallen into, fell to his behind. Mom trained the shotgun at him, and dad hogged tied him for the authorities.
Miranda couldn’t look away or move from her crouched position over her baby brother.
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I had to cut it off here otherwise it would have been an insanely long chapter. I hoped you enjoyed it and it wasn’t too confusing. The next chapter is already in the works. Let me know what you think!
Chapter: 2/?
Beta: none
Pairing(s): Kyle/Jessie (main)
Characters: All
Disclaimer: Have not, own not.
Summary: Miranda and her charge find themselves in a sticky situation.
A/N: Thanks to all those who’ve reviewed and read! It warms my heart and fuels my desire to continue!
Chapter 1
~*Chapter 2: What’s in a Name*~
They’d been riding so long it felt like they were going in circles. The park was huge, yes, but the campsites were only… all over the place. Okay, time to face facts… Miranda and her mysterious passenger were lost going on an hour now. She couldn’t keep riding around, making a ruckus in the middle of the night with a naked girl in her trailer! Especially the naked girl part, she wouldn’t be able to come up with a plausible and believable excuse if someone saw.
Pulling into the next campsite, hoping someone was awake and knew where the hell she was, she parked the 4-wheeler. Walking around the back of the trailer, she eyeballed the stack of gear to make sure nothing shifted onto the girl, or may have fallen off. Nothing seemed to jump out at her. Coming up to the tailgate she lightly wiggled the girls foot, calling out to her.
“Hey,” she whispered. The girl looked from the sky to her. “I’m gonna go see if I can find out where we are, okay? I seemed to have gotten myself turned around. You just stay here okay?” Miranda made sure the blanket was secure around the girl before going into the campsite.
The girl, curious, sat up and watched Miranda edge into the campsite.
“Hello?” Miranda called out. “Excuse me! I’m trying to find my way out of the park, but I seemed to be turned around.”
As she called out, she saw a hunter stagger out from around the tent. He was a fairly big man, seemingly well muscled with a bit of a beer gut. Flushed in the face with a bottle swinging from one hand and a machete hanging from the other, he was quite once he realized a woman interrupted his evening party of one.
“Well, hey there cutie pie. Ya come ta keep meh companeh?” he leered, coming toward her in what she was sure he thought was a sexy swagger, but to her was a drunken fool.
“I’m sorry to interrupt your evening of lone wolf festivities, but I’m just looking for the path towards the exit.” She put her hands up, as if to ward him off. “I keep missing the sign for the entrance of the park and ranger station. My friend is waiting for me so if you could just point me in the right direction, I can leave you to your,” she quickly glanced around the site, “nightly amusements.” She didn’t want him to think that she was by herself, and no one was waiting for her in case he got any ideas.
“Now there ain’t no need for that. Why don’t ya exit on into mah tent and we can have our own party, eh?” He slurred coming toward her, gesturing with his bottle and machete. He must have been more than enough drunk. He didn’t pay any attention to her last statement.
She edged back, noticing he was almost upon her. “No, no that’s okay. I’ll just try to find it myself. Thanks for you help!” She tried to get away, but he grabbed her. She pushed at him, struggling to get out of his bear hug. He pressed her closer to his body, machete aligning down her back, and the stink of beer wafting into her face.
“Hey now, ain’t no need to rush off! Party's just startin!”
She tried to scream, but the moment a sound left her mouth, he placed a meaty hand over her mouth, about suffocating her. She continued to try and squirm away from him, making whatever sound she could, as loud as she could, hoping someone could here.
“No need to go squealin!” He breathed. “We’re just gonna have a little fun, you and me.” He switched the hand from her mouth to wrap around her back, presenting the machete in the other hand threateningly up to her face. “Now, not a peep out of ya, understand?”
He leaned forward to kiss her and what little wiggle room she had, she used to block and push his face away. He ripped her shirt collar exposing her bra, even as she pushed him away. Pressing her nails as hard as she could, she scratched him across his face, and he threw her to the ground. He yelled out, touching the side of his face before looking to her, blood on his fingertips.
“You’re gonna pay for that!” he snarled, charging at her, machete raised. Miranda tried to scramble away, when the silhouette of the girl she found earlier in the evening came between her and the hunter.
“Jessi, no!” She screamed.
~*~
It looked to be the hottest summer yet. Sweat poured from her brow as she bent to shovel out more manure from the pin. Even at midday, it had never been this hot in all her 16 years of life, and it was sunset now. Miranda stood straight, stretching the muscles in her back. A breeze blew through the yard, and she stopped a moment to enjoy it.
It was slightly cool and free of the city pollutants. The gentle smell of fresh cut grass, hay and land flowed past her, bringing her piece and contentment for just a moment. It was the simple things, like the breeze, that got her through days like this. Being punished was never a picnic.
A noise behind her broke her reverie. She whipped around, shovel gripped in both hands, ready to stab a foot or something. The setting sun cast long shadows in the stables. Most, if not all the animals were in their pins for the evening, and only the pregnant mare stayed in a stall. Must be a cat. All the stable hands had gone to the local watering hole to have a few beers and check out the local ladies.
Her parents tried to keep her away from the more sinful nature of man, but she knew what they got up to at the bar and what happens when they pick a woman up. Miranda was sixteen after all, and curious.
She turned back to finish up the muck. She was almost done, another shovel, and she could join her little brother and parents in the house, after dumping the pale and cleaning up. She laid out fresh hay, and turned to leave to see a shadow standing at the stall opening.
“Hey there, little Merry. Finishin’ up for the evenin’?”
“Malcolm! You scared me!” she gasped; hand over her heart to steady it. She hadn’t heard him enter. Malcolm was a new stable hand. He was a tall fellow, dark with a five o’clock shadow dusting his cheeks, and maybe not the most handsomest of guys. He hadn’t been there long, just a few weeks, but long enough to know that you shouldn’t accost your employer’s daughter in the dark. He must have been back early from the bar or maybe he never left. Either way, she could smell the alcohol on his breath from across the stall. Heart beginning to pound, hands starting to sweat and tremble, she clutched the shovel close.
“Aw, sorry ‘bout that. Didn’t mean to sneak up on ya.” There was an edge to his voice and posture she couldn’t trust. His lean on the stall entrance was almost predatory and the shadows of the evening sun only emphasized the imminent danger.
“I-I thought everyone had gone down to the bar to party and such. Why didn’t you?” Miranda hoped her trembling wasn’t visible to him. She tried to think of some way to get around him.
“I’d think you didn’t want me around, comment like that!” He commented sarcastically, hand over his heart, acting aghast at the suggestion. “Besides, I was looking forward to a party of just you and I.” He stalked towards her, and she knew he could see her trembling now, hands gripping tight to the shovel handle as she backed away for every step he took before she was cornered. As she began to raise the shovel, he lunged.
“NO!” She screamed, as they wrestled for control over the weapon. He was stronger and able to get it away from her before grabbing at her. Growing desperate to get away, she clawed at his face, before kneeing him in the groin.
“ARGH! You little bitch!” She scrambled around him, but he pushed her into a wall, still bent in half from her knee. Miranda bounced as best she could off, before scurrying out the stall and towards the stable door.
~
“Jessi, could you go check on your sister? She shoulda been done by now.” Momma Holloway ask, turning way from the table to bring in more food from the kitchen. There were still the rolls and gravy to bring out, water and tea, and the desert chilling in the fridge needed to be checked.
The young man she addressed, finished setting the glasses, before heading towards the back door. “She pro’bly ain’t even finished, lollygaggin’ and daydreamin’ like she does.” Jessi was a strapping young boy of twelve, apple of his parent’s eyes, and astonishingly protective of his big sister. He’d be helping around the stables long enough to know that many hired hands passing through, weren’t as trustworthy as they’d like his daddy to believe. As he crossed the threshold of the mudroom, a scream pierced the air.
“NO!”
Jessi’s eyes widened in shock and fear. “MERRY!” he yelled before tearing down the deck steps towards the stables.
“MOM! GET DAD, IT’S MERRY!”
~
Malcolm had recovered before Miranda could get through the stall door, but her long legs still gave her a bit of a head start. She hoped it was enough to get to safety. Unfortunately for her, luck was not on her side. In her need to escape and keep an eye on the distance between herself and Malcolm, Miranda failed to remember the bucket she’d left from clean up that she would have taken to the fertilizer heap on her way out.
She tripped, falling to the ground, scraping her hands and tearing the knee of her pants. “No, no no no no… please don’t, please…” she cried, rolling onto her back, whispered pleas falling on deaf ears. She saw light glint off something in his hand from the stable light outside the doorway. Miranda didn’t know how, didn’t know where, but some when, Malcolm had pulled out a machete, and was advancing towards her with it. He raised the machete above his head, and as it swung down at her, a shadow appeared between her and the weapon.
“DON’T YOU HURT MY SISTER!”
“JESSI! NO!”
The machete sliced through Jessi’s shoulder, into his chest cavity. The world seemed to slow around Miranda, as she watched her little brother fall before her.
Her father and mother came racing through the stable door, shotgun at the ready, warning shot fired. Malcolm, startled out of the dazed he’d fallen into, fell to his behind. Mom trained the shotgun at him, and dad hogged tied him for the authorities.
Miranda couldn’t look away or move from her crouched position over her baby brother.
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I had to cut it off here otherwise it would have been an insanely long chapter. I hoped you enjoyed it and it wasn’t too confusing. The next chapter is already in the works. Let me know what you think!