Tension Contest!

[Lady Hammer]

wtf. Don't post in here anymore unless it's a contest entry, okay? Okay.

[creamwolfgurl]

Sorry, random moment. I would try in this contest, but I've never written anything like that before and don't know how.

[Lady Hammer]

Well, I've had this done for awhile but it sucks horrible ass. But here it is anyway.



The boat careened to and fro in the darkness, the shadows guarding their territory respectively. As the waves grew larger and more violent, ornaments that decorated the walls and tables fell and shattered, and before long, the floor of the S.S. Incandescence was covered in glass shards that glittered like diamonds in the moonlight peeping through the windows.

Vera stepped out of the closed, lifeless sauna - her hiding place - with her .9mm pistol littered in her nervous, sweaty fingerprints.

“Shit…” she whispered, her heels sounding off down the halls. She could only hope that the others on the boat were somewhere safe. What had happened? The last thing she remembered was dinner with her family and Shale, and the less than hoped-for reaction towards the couple’s life plans. She couldn’t understand what her family didn’t like about Shale.

Vera strained her mind to remember what happened. She sat next to her fiancee during the dinner, him caressing her hand on his lap and moving her fingers where he wanted them, and drinking far too much champagne. And then, her brother Lorenzo yelled something and pointed to the view in the large glass-pane walls. Black jet skis and black dressed men. Enemies of the Thaddeus Guild? She remembered an alarm sounding off for the first five minutes, and then all power shut off after that. Everyone ran off in different directions after that, Vera going in the direction of her gun locker.

Who would break in to stop her from her mission? On a cruise ship? She just needed to make it to Erinyes Camp. She didn’t even know the rest of the operation. Instantly, she thought of contacting Sforza.

Then, she heard footsteps. Soft footsteps. One of the jet ski men had found her trace. Holding her breath, she ducked around the nearest corner and searched for the path to her room. Maybe Shale would be there. She hoped so. Wondering if he was alive was killing her. Suddenly, she heard a gunshot. From behind her. She didn’t have the bullets to waste chasing after anybody, so instead she ran. Her heels clacking on the wood floors unfortunately brought attention. Another gunshot was fired.

But, Vera saw her and Shale’s room clear in sight and at the last minute, threw off her heels and ran inside. There, she saw Shale in the closet, half conscious from dinner. The man must’ve had a whole bottle and a half of champagne, and he wasn’t a liquor-holder.

“Shale!” Vera whispered, ducking into the closet beside him. “What are you doing in here?” She shut the door as quietly as she could.

“Baby… come here…” The man beckoned for her to lay down on the floor with him.

“Shhh! Shale, do you have any idea what’s going on?” Vera kneeled down to him, and he immediately locked lips with her in a passionate kiss, thrusting his champagne tongue into her mouth. For a second, Vera found herself in bliss and caressed his cheek, but she quickly turned away.

“Sweetie, come back,” he pleaded, running his hand over her chest. At once, she pressed it back and put her hand over the man’s mouth, feeling his hot, liquory breath condensating on her palm.

“Listen, if you’re not quiet, we’re going to die…” she whispered in his ear, feeling the goosebumps rise on his neck.

Just outside the closet door, Vera felt the tension of one of the black-suited men in the room, looking through her and Shale’s things. Hopefully, the man wouldn’t notice the closet in the dark. She held her gun tight. Suddenly, Shale’s hand slowly moved up her bare leg and onto her thigh, and the temperature rose to what Vera could’ve sworn was 15 degrees hotter. She gripped his hand tightly to stop it, and kissed him to keep him quiet. Bad idea. Despite all of the training she had ever done for Thaddeus, Shale was still stronger than her, because she always seemed to melt within his grasp. He pinned her against the wall with a loud thump and ran his tongue down her neck and collarbone, moving next to kiss her cleavage.

‘Oh no,’ she thought, beads of sweat gathering at her temples, ‘no Shale, not here, not now!’ She could hear the man on the other side of the closet door getting closer, and she could sense that he had heard her. Shale was getting relentless, undoing the buttons to her blouse, but when his hands went to free himself of his belt, she caught him and twisted his arm around his back, and muffled his cry of pain. It was something about that cry that made her let up, however, and bite Shale’s lips in a lustful tease, helping him unbutton his shirt. For a second, she looked him in his glassy, drunken brown eyes, searching for any signs that he may be collecting himself soon, but there were none. At least he was quieter this way, she figured.

Vera wasn’t sure what she was doing, but there was no stopping it now. In fact, she was sure that the black suited man was right outside the door, finding a way to peer inside at them. Suddenly, Shale firmly grasped the woman’s backside, and kissed her with a sweet taste of merlot still on his tongue. Pushing her up against the wall again made another loud sound, but once she felt the bulge between her man’s legs, nothing mattered to her anymore. Too many hormones were already in the air.

Then, the door swung open to a masked face looming tall with a harpoon gun strapped on his back, and a .45 aimed straight at Vera’s forehead. Before she could even think of reaching for her gun, Shale revealed his shotgun in the closet’s corner and shot the man’s head to pieces.

There was silence after, and then Vera took one last look at her fiancee’s belt before it was ripped from its loops and thrown across the room.



lolzywolzy. xD

[Bethany]

Rofl.

So, sex conquers all. XD

Let's see if anyone else wants to pit anything agaisnt it...

[creamwolfgurl]

wha! I could try....erp. Wouldn't be so good but I'll try write one. *Runs off to Word*

[creamwolfgurl]

A creak of oaken floor seemed to ripple through the black of the room. Swift turned her head, searching the darkness for the source.
“Who’s there?” any fear she felt was masked with suspicion but the slight wobble gave her away.
A quiet whisper was her answer, warm and soft. “Me, Swift.” Barely audible.
Swift quivered, she knew that voice so well now. “Jak.”
Now a faint caress of heat swept over her, he was standing close to her. She nearly moaned, so great was the feeling now leaping from her. Anticipation. Then, almost like a dream, his lips brushed against hers, so subtle and promising. Swift sighed and reaching up, dived her fingers into his hair, the thick brown that she couldn’t see, tugging him closer.
His arms banded around her, pulling her into a tight embrace as their lips meshed tenderly. He moved his mouth, nipped at her throat while she moaned and sighed. And they were in half-light as they were caught by passion and moved with it.

(Argh, not great and I didn’t know what I was doing so yeah.)

[Lady Hammer]

Well it does sound better than mine. I didn't use any neat literary devices in mine at all, I don't think. Yet you're over here simile after metaphor after smile after metaphor. Very nice. ^^

[Bethany]

Hmm...

I dunno, their both good, in different ways. Lady's had more of a crazy, urgent tension to it, and Cream's had a more soft, warm tension to it.

I like them both.
...Let's see if there's anyone else who wants to play...

[creamwolfgurl]

Glad you like it, it was a kinda, What-the-hell job, writing whatever. How old are you guys?

[Lady Hammer]

I'm 18. ^^ So I can write whatever I want and get away with it, lol.

[Bethany]

I'll be 18 on Monday.

What about you?

[snowkitty]

Keep this open, I'm thinking. XP

[creamwolfgurl]

13. that's why writing that was weird for me.

[Bethany]

Ah. Yes, I see why that'd be different. Lol.

BTW, you're the same age as my little sister. XD

[Lady Hammer]

ROFL I dunno if I can picture Lauren writing something like this, Bethany. x3 But iono, she is a cheerleader so maybe she's more capable than I'm giving her credit for.