Ch.2 The Tin man

Dorothy was walking along with her friends on the edge of the forest when they stopped to rest. “Are you alright Dorothy?” asked the Tin man, ever concerned. She nodded. “Just a little worn out, is all.” He looked at her. Dorothy was sitting, legs crossed, and leaning back on her arms. Just then, his vision blurred. When he opened his eyes, he glanced at Dorothy and froze. Her eyes were closed and her head was tilted back, letting the sunlight cover her face. Her rosy lips were full, and pouty. Why hadn’t he noticed it before? The way her cheeks were flushed from the exercise, making them rosy. The way her legs peaked out from her dress when the skirt rose without her notice. The Tin man had the overwhelming desire to lift the skirt just a little bit higher… He shook his head. What was he thinking? He should be thinking of ways to find the Wizard, not about, how he desperately wanted to make her his… now. He tried his best to keep his voice level. “Hey, Dorothy?” Her eyes opened and looked intently into his… gosh, they were intense. “Yes?” “Would you like to go for a walk with me?” Her head tilted questioningly. “Um, it always makes me feel better…” he finished lamely. Dorothy nodded. “Um, Ok.” He helped her to her feet, noticing how warm she was against his metal body. He led the way, farther and farther until she started to notice the darker terrain. “Um… Tinman? Shouldn’t we start heading back?” He looked at her, deep into her eyes. “No, we are right where I want to be.” “Tinman? Are you O.K.? You’re starting to freak me out…” He looked at her, shaking at the sight. He came up to her and grabbed her by the wrist. She opened her mouth to argue, but suddenly his lips were there, surprisingly soft. His tongue forced its way through her soft lips. Her eyes widened with shock. Gosh, she was such a sheltered child. She struggled but instead one of her straps broke. He broke away just long enough for her to shout. “OH, NO! Look at those storm clouds!!!” He turned from her and she ran back into the sunlight. For all his strength, the Tin man wasn’t fast at all. He sat, cursing at himself for being so foolish.

Ch.3 The ScareCrow

Dorothy ran to the field. She was out of breath and felt like everything was closing in on her. A hand laid on her back and she jumped a foot in the air. “Dorothy, are you alright?” Dorothy breathed a sigh of relief as she saw the scarecrow behind her. “Yes, its just… the Tin Man was acting very strange just now.” Ugh. It was so hot. She unbuttoned the top two buttons on her white shirt, trying to cool off. She waded in the stream, lifting up her skirt so it didn’t get wet. The Scarecrow waited for her. When she had finally come back, she laid down in the grass. It was still early in the afternoon, around 3 o’ clock, so the sun was shining on her, drying her. Suddenly she heard a voice right next her ear. “Have I ever told you how hot you are?” She turned to face Scarecrow, only to see his face right in front of hers. She blushed and sat up. “Uh, Scarecrow? Are you feeling alright?” She stood to her feet. “Oh, yah. I was just joshing with ya, Dorothy.” He got on his knees. “If you say so… ” She turned around to walk away when she felt two long arms surround her waist. “Wha-?” The Scarecrow pulled her close, burying his head in her side. “Oh Dorothy…” he breathed. She tried to shove him off. “Scarecrow, get off! This is ridicu-AH!” The Scarecrow pulled her down to his lap. His arms closed in tighter around her waist, nuzzling her neck. “Dorothy…” She blushed harder. “Scarecrow?” He groaned and kissed the skin where her neck met her shoulder. “Say it again Dorothy…” She closed her eyes tight. He wasn’t listening. “Scarecrow, I-” He moved down farther, closer to her neckline. He pulled the other strap off, causing the top half of the dress to hang limply. “Scarecrow, stop!” He wasn’t paying attention. An idea popped in her head. It had worked on the Tin Man, and he HAD a brain. “Watch out, Scare Crow, FIRE!!!” His head popped up, and he jumped to his feet, causing Dorothy to fall. “Where?!” He was still looking for the fire as Dorothy scampered away, escaping back across the stream and into the woods.

Ch.3 TheLion

Dorothy sped through the stream, slipping on a rock. She landed with a splash, then got up and scurried into the woods. Her labored breathing could be heard by only one creature. He didn’t attack at once. He was, after all, an Animal, and knew how to get prey- lure it into a feeling of false comfort. His padded paws made no sound as he walked to her, nudging her hand with his head. “Oh, Dorothy, they didn’t hurt you, did they?” She shook her head. “N-no, not really. I was just scared, is all.” He nodded. “Why, Dorothy, you’re all wet, come warm yourself by the fire.” He didn’t mention that the thin white blouse was practically transparent, or that she had somehow torn the bottom half of her skirt on a bush somewhere while running, causing it to come up past her knees. He just leaned in a little too close to her, breathing in her smell. It was so strong and beautiful. The Lion had already started a fire, so it was roaring (no pun intended) when they got there. Dorothy shivered as she sat down by the fire. The Lion tried his best to sound like his normal self. “Dorothy? Do you think you would want to lay down closer to me?” She raised her eyebrows questioningly. “It’s just for tonight, because it’s so cold, and your still wet…” She shrugged and patted the ground next to her. Lion lay down next to her, listening to the sound of her even breathing as she fell asleep.

The Lion moved stealthily, slowly, not waking the sleeping form beneath him. Every so often she would stir, as if trying to wake herself. Dorothy herself was struggling in a nightmare. Those who were supposed to protect her were there hurting her, violating her. She closed her eyes. Dorothy cried in the dream, striving to get herself out of that awful place.

When Dorothy first woke, her first thought that she was warm, very warm. She buried her head into her pillow, only to smell the wild, rouge smell of Lion. The Lion? Why was he here?! Then she remembered allowing him to lay next to her, so she’d be warm. She calmed down a bit. As she became more aware, she felt two strong arms around her… and two legs. She wriggled in the morning air. Flesh rubbed against fur.

Wait. WHAT?!

Dorothy’s eye’s flashed open. The Lion’s eyes were staring back at her, a secret dancing in his eyes. His hot breath covered her face. Fangs peaked out from his mouth. Her throat ran dry. “L-lion?” She squirmed in his grasp. His soft fur rubbed against her bare skin. A guttural growl emitted from the Lion. She tried again. “Lion… where are my clothes?” He started. Her clothes? Let’s just say she wouldn’t want them back. Lion thought of the rags he had tossed aside earlier that night. He made up something. “They were wet, and you were still shivering, so…” She wasn’t buying it. “Lion? Why did you, er…What exactly did you do?” The Lion smirked. Dorothy grew eyes with fear. “Dorothy, don’t you remember?” She pushed away, but it was useless. The fangs protruded more and he licked his lips. “Lion, don’t do this!” But he wasn’t listening, not at all…

Well, can you tell I am totally more into the Lion and the Scarecrow??? Ugr… stupid print format!!! IT’s DONE