Post by Fiona McFly on Dec 6, 2017 15:47:40 GMT
WARNING!
This roleplay contains scenes of a mature subject matter and is NOT intended for a younger audience. Viewer discretion is advised.
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~Chapter 18~
PROLOGUE
~NINETEEN YEARS AGO~
27 February 1998 + 1045 GMT
It was a helluva time to be a high-schooler in 1998, a year that saw the first Presidential impeachment trial since Andrew Johnson in the 19th century. The rise of boy bands and female acts like Britney Spears dominated the music headlines during this period of the late 20th century.
For Fiona McFly...it was a helluva time just surviving second period phys-ed on a "B-day."
We find the Arlington High School sophomore as the last girl in a class of 20 others to leave the girl's varsity volleyball locker room, which was used for the class in question. After changing back into her normal street clothes--a lively red dress with red and white shoes--she closed the green #227 locker and set its built-in combination lock to the zero position, breathing heavily from the end of "Test Day"--one that culminated in a mile run.
Fiona didn't have the "curvy" appeal that most teenage girls at the time had, but she was quite athletic and wasn't shy about pushing herself to her limits. She stood up from the bench and turned around when when she was spotted by Coach Kimberly Palmer, her P.E. coach as well as head coach of the Lady Colts varsity volleyball squad.
Sporting black sweat pants and a green "AHS VOLLEYBALL" T-shirt, Coach Palmer, on the surface, was a tough-as-nails disciplinarian who demanded excellence from her pupils. Yet in her heart, this 45-year-old native of Winnipeg was a sweet-natured woman, a God-fearing Christian woman of impeccable character who always looked out for the people she taught--and Fiona was no exception.
COACH KIMBERLY PALMER:
Heck of a mile run in class today, Miss McFly! You should be proud of yourself.
YOUNG FIONA MCFLY:
I didn't make top time, madam.
COACH PALMER:
Ahh, don't sweat it. You made the top five--that should be somethin', right?
Fiona nodded as she and her coach slowly walked towards the door that led into a long corridor, which led towards the school's venerable gymnasium. Palmer was pleased by not only the young Northern Irishgirl's steadfast commitment to whatever the day's agenda was, but also for her unique politeness in that she was always addressed as "madam."
COACH PALMER:
Listen...sometimes ya can't be number one in everything. A real Champion in life doesn't seek to be the best on the surface but rather seeks honor and dignity from WITHIN the heart and soul.
YOUNG FIONA:
Aye madam...I'll have to remember that sometime.
The coach chuckled to herself, knowing that Fiona would become something special when she grows into a mature woman.
COACH PALMER:
So...how's your friendship with that JV quarterback comin' along?
YOUNG FIONA:
(raises left brow)
How'd you know I was friends with him?
COACH PALMER:
You don't think I hear things...the birds are starting to tweet their song all over campus these days. That means it's almost time for spring to start!
Fiona couldn't help but muster a wide smile on her face. In Arlington High School, EVERYONE knew what the goings-on were. It was a close-knit family environment that, in spite of its flaws, made her experience in North Texas worthwhile.
YOUNG FIONA:
I've only known him for a month; yet we've algebra and history class together, A-day 1st period with Mrs. Gilmore and B-day 3rd period with Mr. Logan respectively.
COACH PALMER:
That's good to hear. He's a really good young man; I hear the football coaches glowing about him all the time for his focus on the field and in his studies.
YOUNG FIONA:
Aye...he is. He is a great friend indeed.
We hear the bell sound to officially end 2nd period. The coach clapped her hands together and ushered Fiona out to the hallway.
COACH PALMER:
Chop-chop, get a move-on! You and Jack wouldn't want to spend time in Dr. Janeway's lunch detention table together for being tardy to your next class.
YOUNG FIONA:
(laughs)
We'll be on time...say, how'd you know his name was Jack?
COACH PALMER:
(grinning)
Hrmmm...you don't think I hear things? God bless you--see you Tuesday, Miss McFly!
Fiona smiled warmly, watching as her coach exited the narrow corridor, went through the gym, and out into its main ticketing and concessions area to help keep order during the transition of classes. In her mind, she and Jack were going to have a great 3rd period and lunch, filled with stories about how the mighty Roman Empire fell or what led to the French Revolution.
It was all in a day's work when it came to learning World history.
But as she looked up at the wall clock to check the time, two pairs of hands swooped in and grabbed her--one by the left arm, the other taking the right. She let out a distinctive scream that could be heard throughout the entire campus...that is, when it was quiet...as one of the hands clamped itself firmly on her mouth to try and shut her up. Without warning, she clamped her teeth down hard on her co-attacker's right ring finger...
"YEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW!!!!!"
...and he -too- yelped loudly as he quickly reacted, prying his limb from the clutches of Fiona's teeth.
"BILLY BOB":
That's my fuckin' FINGER ya goddamn slut!!!
Enraged, the bald-headed senior named "Billy Bob"--who wore the nickname proudly in white lettering on the back of his green AHS "Varsity Football" T-shirt--looked down to see two small areas of crimson and spat on the ground in shock. With a mighty yank, he grabbed Fiona by the hair and, along with another bald-headed teammate, dragged her into the nearby varsity football dressing area as she continued resisting.
It only brought her more pain though as the two gridiron players slammed Fiona against the white locker, with Billy Bob hitting her with a forearm shiver that dropped her to her knees. In the scuffle, the red dress she wore was torn to shreds as her vibrant visage became bruised and battered. Forced onto her knees, Billy Bob called out to his team captain.
"BILLY BOB":
We got her Big Russ! Lemme score first dibs on this Irish whore! She made my finger bleed, so I think she's gotta have somethin' to put out to show for it.
A husky, authoritative voice responded from the other side of the room...
"I'll handle this myself."
...and then he stepped into view, his boots making the carpeted floor pulsate. Fiona screamed once more as she saw the sight of longtime Arlington High bully and mastermind Russell Janeway standing tall in her midst, wearing his traditional green letterman's jacket and a sinister, demonic smirk on his mug. He had been waiting for this moment for a couple of weeks now--ever since he first encountered the Northern Irishgirl in the cafetorium that led to him being accosted by a basket of chili-cheese fries.
He spoke menacingly, almost as if Satan himself was speaking to a poor soul that was about to enter Hell's fiery pit.
RUSSELL JANEWAY:
Now bitch...I'm gonna open my fly, and you're gonna swallow what I'm gonna give ya to swallow. After all, I own this school, and soon...I'll own you.
She didn't want to hear the rest of his spiel. She spat directly in his face before gritting her teeth, intoning her words with a hint of unbridled fury.
YOUNG FIONA:
I dare you to try and put anything in me mouth...I swear you're gonna lose it 'cos I don't just bark. I bite.
Russell chuckled before pulling out a wooden handle and pressing a button, revealing a tiny blade that would be grounds for expulsion if he were ever caught with it in his possession.
YOUNG RUSSELL:
No-no, dearest...'cuz if ya try anything dumb, 3.14 inches of this here blade are gonna be woven through your pretty l'il hair. You'll have to wear a wig for the rest of your days...and believe me, that JV quarterback wannabe "friend" of yours ain't gonna wanna see a pimple-head.
YOUNG FIONA:
Well you might want to find another piece of Pi, 'cos I don't plan on going down without a fight.
Fiona, in tears at this point, could only close her eyes as...well, one can only imagine what was going to happen next.
She tried to resist as Russell's lackeys continued to hold onto her like vice grips, the would-be rapist cackling with glee as she slowly inched towards his victim, his "prize," ready to complete his ultimate "score" in a manner that was both sadistic AND ungodly. He tiptoed towards Fiona's frightened and distressed form as he tried to do the deed...
...but he didn't get very far.
~BOOOOOONG!!!!~
Fiona's eyes remained closed tightly...and she didn't see the form of a fresh-faced JV quarterback named Jack Gaither--her lone friend--standing in the open doorway, pointing to the football helmet he had just thrown at a locker, making a sizeable dent.
There was silence, and then a voice permeated through the stillness...
"Fiona...Fiona...'ey! Fi...babe, it's Jack. Wakey-wakey Fi..."
...she was breathing heavily, her face as red as crimson, when she opened her eyes and discovered her husband standing over her as she slept on the couch in their farmhouse living room. She screamed, hopping up quickly from the couch to check her surroundings.
Physically, she was back in the present day, back out in the Texas Hill Country in Fredericksburg.
Mentally...she was stuck in that living nightmare from nearly twenty years ago.
~TO BE CONTINUED~
This roleplay contains scenes of a mature subject matter and is NOT intended for a younger audience. Viewer discretion is advised.
~~~~~
~Chapter 18~
PROLOGUE
~NINETEEN YEARS AGO~
27 February 1998 + 1045 GMT
It was a helluva time to be a high-schooler in 1998, a year that saw the first Presidential impeachment trial since Andrew Johnson in the 19th century. The rise of boy bands and female acts like Britney Spears dominated the music headlines during this period of the late 20th century.
For Fiona McFly...it was a helluva time just surviving second period phys-ed on a "B-day."
We find the Arlington High School sophomore as the last girl in a class of 20 others to leave the girl's varsity volleyball locker room, which was used for the class in question. After changing back into her normal street clothes--a lively red dress with red and white shoes--she closed the green #227 locker and set its built-in combination lock to the zero position, breathing heavily from the end of "Test Day"--one that culminated in a mile run.
Fiona didn't have the "curvy" appeal that most teenage girls at the time had, but she was quite athletic and wasn't shy about pushing herself to her limits. She stood up from the bench and turned around when when she was spotted by Coach Kimberly Palmer, her P.E. coach as well as head coach of the Lady Colts varsity volleyball squad.
Sporting black sweat pants and a green "AHS VOLLEYBALL" T-shirt, Coach Palmer, on the surface, was a tough-as-nails disciplinarian who demanded excellence from her pupils. Yet in her heart, this 45-year-old native of Winnipeg was a sweet-natured woman, a God-fearing Christian woman of impeccable character who always looked out for the people she taught--and Fiona was no exception.
COACH KIMBERLY PALMER:
Heck of a mile run in class today, Miss McFly! You should be proud of yourself.
YOUNG FIONA MCFLY:
I didn't make top time, madam.
COACH PALMER:
Ahh, don't sweat it. You made the top five--that should be somethin', right?
Fiona nodded as she and her coach slowly walked towards the door that led into a long corridor, which led towards the school's venerable gymnasium. Palmer was pleased by not only the young Northern Irishgirl's steadfast commitment to whatever the day's agenda was, but also for her unique politeness in that she was always addressed as "madam."
COACH PALMER:
Listen...sometimes ya can't be number one in everything. A real Champion in life doesn't seek to be the best on the surface but rather seeks honor and dignity from WITHIN the heart and soul.
YOUNG FIONA:
Aye madam...I'll have to remember that sometime.
The coach chuckled to herself, knowing that Fiona would become something special when she grows into a mature woman.
COACH PALMER:
So...how's your friendship with that JV quarterback comin' along?
YOUNG FIONA:
(raises left brow)
How'd you know I was friends with him?
COACH PALMER:
You don't think I hear things...the birds are starting to tweet their song all over campus these days. That means it's almost time for spring to start!
Fiona couldn't help but muster a wide smile on her face. In Arlington High School, EVERYONE knew what the goings-on were. It was a close-knit family environment that, in spite of its flaws, made her experience in North Texas worthwhile.
YOUNG FIONA:
I've only known him for a month; yet we've algebra and history class together, A-day 1st period with Mrs. Gilmore and B-day 3rd period with Mr. Logan respectively.
COACH PALMER:
That's good to hear. He's a really good young man; I hear the football coaches glowing about him all the time for his focus on the field and in his studies.
YOUNG FIONA:
Aye...he is. He is a great friend indeed.
We hear the bell sound to officially end 2nd period. The coach clapped her hands together and ushered Fiona out to the hallway.
COACH PALMER:
Chop-chop, get a move-on! You and Jack wouldn't want to spend time in Dr. Janeway's lunch detention table together for being tardy to your next class.
YOUNG FIONA:
(laughs)
We'll be on time...say, how'd you know his name was Jack?
COACH PALMER:
(grinning)
Hrmmm...you don't think I hear things? God bless you--see you Tuesday, Miss McFly!
Fiona smiled warmly, watching as her coach exited the narrow corridor, went through the gym, and out into its main ticketing and concessions area to help keep order during the transition of classes. In her mind, she and Jack were going to have a great 3rd period and lunch, filled with stories about how the mighty Roman Empire fell or what led to the French Revolution.
It was all in a day's work when it came to learning World history.
But as she looked up at the wall clock to check the time, two pairs of hands swooped in and grabbed her--one by the left arm, the other taking the right. She let out a distinctive scream that could be heard throughout the entire campus...that is, when it was quiet...as one of the hands clamped itself firmly on her mouth to try and shut her up. Without warning, she clamped her teeth down hard on her co-attacker's right ring finger...
"YEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW!!!!!"
...and he -too- yelped loudly as he quickly reacted, prying his limb from the clutches of Fiona's teeth.
"BILLY BOB":
That's my fuckin' FINGER ya goddamn slut!!!
Enraged, the bald-headed senior named "Billy Bob"--who wore the nickname proudly in white lettering on the back of his green AHS "Varsity Football" T-shirt--looked down to see two small areas of crimson and spat on the ground in shock. With a mighty yank, he grabbed Fiona by the hair and, along with another bald-headed teammate, dragged her into the nearby varsity football dressing area as she continued resisting.
It only brought her more pain though as the two gridiron players slammed Fiona against the white locker, with Billy Bob hitting her with a forearm shiver that dropped her to her knees. In the scuffle, the red dress she wore was torn to shreds as her vibrant visage became bruised and battered. Forced onto her knees, Billy Bob called out to his team captain.
"BILLY BOB":
We got her Big Russ! Lemme score first dibs on this Irish whore! She made my finger bleed, so I think she's gotta have somethin' to put out to show for it.
A husky, authoritative voice responded from the other side of the room...
"I'll handle this myself."
...and then he stepped into view, his boots making the carpeted floor pulsate. Fiona screamed once more as she saw the sight of longtime Arlington High bully and mastermind Russell Janeway standing tall in her midst, wearing his traditional green letterman's jacket and a sinister, demonic smirk on his mug. He had been waiting for this moment for a couple of weeks now--ever since he first encountered the Northern Irishgirl in the cafetorium that led to him being accosted by a basket of chili-cheese fries.
He spoke menacingly, almost as if Satan himself was speaking to a poor soul that was about to enter Hell's fiery pit.
RUSSELL JANEWAY:
Now bitch...I'm gonna open my fly, and you're gonna swallow what I'm gonna give ya to swallow. After all, I own this school, and soon...I'll own you.
She didn't want to hear the rest of his spiel. She spat directly in his face before gritting her teeth, intoning her words with a hint of unbridled fury.
YOUNG FIONA:
I dare you to try and put anything in me mouth...I swear you're gonna lose it 'cos I don't just bark. I bite.
Russell chuckled before pulling out a wooden handle and pressing a button, revealing a tiny blade that would be grounds for expulsion if he were ever caught with it in his possession.
YOUNG RUSSELL:
No-no, dearest...'cuz if ya try anything dumb, 3.14 inches of this here blade are gonna be woven through your pretty l'il hair. You'll have to wear a wig for the rest of your days...and believe me, that JV quarterback wannabe "friend" of yours ain't gonna wanna see a pimple-head.
YOUNG FIONA:
Well you might want to find another piece of Pi, 'cos I don't plan on going down without a fight.
Fiona, in tears at this point, could only close her eyes as...well, one can only imagine what was going to happen next.
She tried to resist as Russell's lackeys continued to hold onto her like vice grips, the would-be rapist cackling with glee as she slowly inched towards his victim, his "prize," ready to complete his ultimate "score" in a manner that was both sadistic AND ungodly. He tiptoed towards Fiona's frightened and distressed form as he tried to do the deed...
...but he didn't get very far.
~BOOOOOONG!!!!~
Fiona's eyes remained closed tightly...and she didn't see the form of a fresh-faced JV quarterback named Jack Gaither--her lone friend--standing in the open doorway, pointing to the football helmet he had just thrown at a locker, making a sizeable dent.
There was silence, and then a voice permeated through the stillness...
"Fiona...Fiona...'ey! Fi...babe, it's Jack. Wakey-wakey Fi..."
...she was breathing heavily, her face as red as crimson, when she opened her eyes and discovered her husband standing over her as she slept on the couch in their farmhouse living room. She screamed, hopping up quickly from the couch to check her surroundings.
Physically, she was back in the present day, back out in the Texas Hill Country in Fredericksburg.
Mentally...she was stuck in that living nightmare from nearly twenty years ago.
~TO BE CONTINUED~
Well howdy there pardner.