In Water Ending
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jZW4PCaxGS8
"In Water Ending, pt 1"
the man parked at the edge of the frozen lake and turned off the car. he stared over the icy sparawl and noticed that the sky seemed blend with the greyed out lake surface, turning the horizon into a stitched together, washed out mess. the only thing breaking up the skyline was a small, dark brown fishing hut in the distance and treeline off to his left and right. calmly, he opened his door. he walked to the back of the vehicle, lightly dragging his fingertips along the exterior. he popped the trunk and quickly but carefully proceeded to take out his bags and place them in the snow.
The wind picked up for a brief moment then died down just as quickly. it had been doing this since he'd gotten there, but this was the first time he had noticed. it felt very... lonely.
he knelt down to the cold earth and picked up a large bag, and in one smooth motion lifted himself and slung it over his shoulder; the other he bent down and picked up by its straps. without hesitation, he started to walk out towards the lake. he moved gingerly at first, a gut reaction that was instill in him as a young boy. he'd fallen the rough ice as a child; an experience hes gone to great lengths to avoid ever since. once he had a few more steps under his belt, however, his confidence rose and he pick up his momentum to a brisk stride.
as he neared the fishing hut, he looked down blankly, as if searching his memory for something. a look of panic struck his face as he sharply turned towards his car.
"shit," he thought to himself.
"did i forget the saw? i really dont want to walk all the way to the car and back again..."
He sighed heavily and placed both bags on the ground. Luckily, it was in the very first bag he'd opened. A smile of relief formed at the crease of his mouth.
Once inside, he plopped his belongings on one of the wooden benches. It was a bare bones structure with only hooks protruding from the walls for fishing equipment acting as ornamentation. His little home away from home, he called it. He quickly went to work at fashioning a proper hole.
After about an hours worth of toiling away in silence, he'd crafted what appeared to be a perfect three by three foot hole in the ice. He carefully lifted each chunk he'd cut and laid it next to him. He then turned his attention to the larger bag with mesh covering on part of it. After a quick unzipping, a mild sensation of surprise suddenly struck him.
"huh... she's still alive..."
Although not a new occurence, he was always surprised when one would find the will to survive. His beatings were often savage and relentless.
He noticed that during these sessions there is always a point immediately after he starts where they scream 'no' and 'stop' - the usual - that's broken up by a blackness. It's during this time that he lets go and simply feels. Waves of ecstasy usually follow after every consecutive strike until becomes numb, tired and drained. When the lackness subsides, and reality settles itself back in, usually what's left in front of him is a bloody, unbreathing mess.
This one, however... this one was breathing when he was done. This one is still breathing right now... In a way, he deeply admired them - the survivors. They endured. They didn't give up. they took all the hate i have to offer and lived. an innocent grin shone on his face as he let out a sigh of contentment. Attractive qualities, he thought.Her eyes slit open, and a painful, long, pathetic groan escaped her lips as she winced. Everything hurt from her waist up and everything was freezing from her waist down.
"Hey sweetie."
She heard the voice but couldn't make out where it was coming from. Blood filled the capillaries of one eye while the other could still only see in a haze in her half conscious state.
Time moved strangely for the red headed girl during the next couple of moments. Minutes seemed like seconds and hours all at the same time as she faded in and out of consciousness. During one moment of near clarity, it seemedl ike he was kneeling over, fumbling with a black mass. the next time she opened her eyes it seemed like he was bent over her feet, fumbling with something else. Her exposed breasts blocked her vision of what his hands wiled away on. She also noticed she was no longer in that horible black duffel bag; probably the only thing to be happy about in this whole situation.
Her head lolled gently left and right as tears rolled down her bloody face. Quickly, things went black once more.
the third time she opened her eyes, there was a dark figure looming just feet above her. Although the air was silent, the pain that wracked her body was so powerful she swore she could hear it. Like a high, constant trill whistling sound that fluctuated up and down to match the pangs and waves of agony tha swept through her. She knew he had said something, but couldn't quite make it out. He spoke again, and the only words she could make out from reading his lips were 'monster' and 'do this.' He leaned down into her and her body ached once more. Vertigo slammed the girl as the room seemingly spun. Involuntarily, she threw up.
she opened her eyes just wide enough and just long enough to meet his for a split second before she crashed into the icy water.
She managed to dig her fingernails into the ice as she fell and kept a grip. He stared back at her, not helping, nor cowering, nor excited nor hateful. in a most personal moment shared between two creatures, their eyes locked with each others. she noticed he looked strangely at her... almost... longingly. an uneasy feeling came over her, worse than the one she already held.
But also feeling drained from the cold, and the weight she felt wrapped around her ankles pulling her down, the girls brown eyes started to roll to the back of her skull as shock permeated her being. she composed, and took one last, desperate gasp of air as her head was pulled under water.
and yes, i know the grammar needs a lot of work, but its a decent rough draft.