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Gripping End (final to contest entry)

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Carmelita gave me a ride to the police station in her car as I sat in the back hating myself. She tried to by nice by telling me there was nothing I could do and talking about some of her stories where things went wrong. She said something about a guy name “Sly” then something about time travel? I wasn’t paying enough attention to her. I couldn’t just forget about what happened to Scarlet. I tried to listen to Carmelita about taking my mind off it, but it was just me in my seat in silence, staring out the car window. You can never forget something you have to try to forget. All I wanted to do was believe I was in a dream. Just to be in that dream so I could wake up and everything’s okay. I couldn’t believe something like this was real. I could only believe it was just a bad dream going on way too long. Carmelita’s radio called her asking where she was, I think. I couldn’t understand it that much cause of the static.

Dispatch: Officer Carmelita this is dispatch do you read? Over.

Carmelita: Roger dispatch I read you loud and clear, over.
(She said with her accent)

Dispatch: I have a missing persons report on a “Sandino”, you heard anything on that.

Carmelita and I looked at the radio surprised that I was the one that was missing. Carmelita replied.

Carmelita: Roger dispatch I have the child and I’m taking him to you now.
(To dispatch)

Carmelita: Looks like your going home kid.

After a few minutes I made it to the station. As we walked into the building I saw that all the guys were here. Talon, Bandit, Ruby, Lupe, Alex, even Ian. Ian… how was I gonna tell him? How could I tell him? I had lost one friend already, now I would lose two. Either way I had to tell him, all of them… what had happened. They all rushed at me the moment they saw me. They gathered around me and glomped me so hard I almost lost my breath. “SANDY!!!” they cried out in joy and relief. Then all the questions came, “where were you”, “what happened”, “are you okay”. I answered.

Sandy (Me): On a ship, I was taken, and yes.

Then I had to tell Ian. I knew it would be hard, but Ian was my friend. He deserved to know what happened to Scarlet and what she felt with him.

Sandy (Me): Guys… I need to speak to Ian In private.

They looked confused at first but agreed only due to their respect for me looking like I did. I looked exhausted, and way too tired for someone to tell me no. Carmelita told them what had happened while I pulled Ian aside.

Ian: Sandy what’s up? You vanished from the con, then we went looking for you, then you’re straight up missing; now we find you with the police. What happened?
(He said with concern)

Sandy (Me): Ian… I need to talk to about… Scarlet…

Ian: Scarlet? What are you talking about?
(He looked more confused)

Sandy (Me): If I could be the one who was taken away by those instead of her I’d do it in a heartbeat.

Ian: Wait what!?
(Now he just plain didn’t get it)

Sandy (Me): I just want you to know that she loved you very much…*starts to cry a bit* and if… if she was here she’d want me to tell you that she lo…

Ian: Dude what are you talking about? Scarlet wasn’t taken by anyone, she’s here!

Sandy (Me): *I stopped my crying on froze in an angry/confused look* What…?

Ian: Yeah, in fact she’s coming over here right now.

I turned to see a voluptuous vixen heading our way. Then she saw me and screamed. “SANDY”! Then once again, I felt the force of another hug form the large breasted vixen Scarlet. I could feel the large breasts of the same woman who darn near killed me with them against my face for a third time. It was both relieving and painful. After almost being squeezed to death I had to know what was up.

Sandy (Me): SCARLET!!!! What are you doing here???!!!!

Scarlet: I came here with the other guys to make sure you were okay.

Sandy (Me): Bu bu bub bu bu bub bu bu… they took you right? Back at the con I made you get my helmet and they took you right? You didn’t come back.

Scarlet: No, I just got lost. This was my first time there and I had no idea how to get back.

I looked stone faced as I took in this sudden realization. How everything ended with this was too much to take. That’s how it all started, all because of that.

Scarlet: Don’t be too sad Sandy it was an honest mistake.
(She smiled)

I looked at her with eyes that summed up my whole experience. As Scarlet saw that she had a poor choice of words.

Scarlet: Well… here… I keep my promises to friends.

She reached in her purse and pulled out a helmet, my helmet. On it was a card that read, “To my cutest and most loyal friend, Sandino – love Scarlet”. There was no way I could be mad at her after that. A hug from her and the card, it was too much. I quickly gave her the biggest hug she could ask for. I hugged her so hard she ended up being the one out of breath this time. Her breasts were squeezed between my cheeks as it became harder for her to breath. The more she tried to escape, the tighter I hug became.

Scarlet: *having a hard time breathing* okay… that’s… enough *squeaking a bit*.

Sandy (Me): Oh, sorry. *I let go*.

So we ended this whole thing with a hug and that was that.

Ian: So Scarlet, what’s this about you… loving me?

Scarlet and I both looked at Ian with eyes opened up as far as they could in shock, knowing that the worse… was yet to come.
Well this is it. This is the final part to the story I've spent 5 to 4 weeks on for the :iconjaehthebird: comic. This was on crazy ride. The minute I heard about this contest I knew I had to enter, and I wanted to make sure it would win. I started with a rough draft in a notebook but I should have started on word so I could have finished sooner. I've tried all I could to make sure I would win. Pictures and a really long detailed story. Plus I'm the des"story"erofworlds, that should count for something. All I have now is my hope. Ian will judge my work and decide if it's winning or losing. I know I sound lame for wanting to win so much, I know it's petty. It's in fates hands now. I'm okay with losing if it comes down to it. But if I have to be morbid about it then let me say I wouldn't have spent every day since it was announced working on it just be lose. I sound awful for saying that, I'm sorry. As Benjamin Franklin quoted "Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing". So here it is.
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