Author has written 28 stories for Harry Potter, Merlin, Hunger Games, Young Justice, Teen Titans, Tekken, S.A, Martin Mystery, Pokémon, Naruto, Kuroko no Basuke/黒子のバスケ, Spiral, Katekyo Hitman Reborn!, and Air Gear.
Hello! Mabuhay! Konnichiwa! Hola! Ni Hao! Well, those are basically the languages I would greet people in. Technically speaking i'm bi-lingual heading for tri-lingual cause I am studying Japanese as my third language. I'm not a beginner, that's safe to say, for I can read and write in Katakana and Hiragana. Anyways, enough about my language skills that obviously don't matter (due to the fact I write in English), the name is Allieanee and I am but a humble writer much like many who have joined this website.
What would I write for? Well that obviously depends on my moods. I can write stories for my favourite books (like Harry Potter), my favourite television shows (like Merlin), my favourite animes (like S.A.), my favourite cartoons (like Martin Mystery), my favourite games (like Tekken), and i'm sure you get the point. My pairings could be odd, slash, maybe even plain incest wrong, but i'm not the only one. I try to keep my ratings under M, for I know many who read here are probably seventeen and below. I may sometimes write OOC characters, but for good reason.
I consider my writing style angsty mostly. I am quite known (not for this site, but for other sites) for my rather twisted sense of plot twists, but I try to not put those here seeing as these are NOT my original characters so I try to remain loyal to their personalities and what-not. You can message and review your thoughts about my writing, I don't mind, and I will try to take advice and criticism with a smile. I learn from things, but if I do find flaw I question it. It is part of my INTJ personality.
OH! By the way! You can just call me Allie to be less formal. Wouldn't want to be called by a username all the time right? I am sixteen years old. I have friends who are fellow writers here and they are AnimeFlowerGirl and RenakhiteInk, check out their stories too! They are awesome.
“Oh, good, you’re awake.” The mystery woman said. “This would have been no fun if you slept through it.”
Her voice didn’t register at first. Dan instead tried to figure out what had happened. There was a dampness that extended from his head to his back, practically soaking the flannel shirt that he had on. The teen tried to place a hand atop his pounding skull, but was surprised to find himself facing the resistance of tightly bound ropes. It was then that the sound of the unknown woman’s voice echoed in his mind. He looked up and immediately wished that he hadn’t. He would have screamed if he weren’t gagged. Oh no.
She was all dressed in black, and tall from what he had noticed. Dan’s blue eyes lingered not on his captor, but instead on the mechanisms that were neatly laid out in front of her. Dread overwhelmed each of his senses as the situation began to sink in. The need to run was strong, but how could he? His hands were bound, his leg probably broken (if the pain was speaking for the practically useless limb), and the mysterious dampness could have been a head injury for all he knew. The sticky, wet, feeling caused by his own fluids. What do I do?
Did the human body have that much blood? Dan wondered, staring at the woman’s effects. Stainless steel knives were painted crimson. The electric chainsaw was still dripping with the still oozing blood from a fresh kill. How many? He thought, the overwhelming feeling of panic intensifying ten-fold. It reached its peak when wide, mirth-filled, emerald orbs met his plain old baby blues.
“I like you Seventeen.” She said cheerfully. “The others caused such a fuss. They got my knives dirtier than normal!” There was something wrong about the way she said it. As if asking for the time, or perhaps the weather, from an old-time friend. “How should I—oh, I know! I’ll make you the star of the show! You should be honored.” Dan really wasn’t, but remained silent anyway. How do I get out of here?
“Yes, you’re perfect! You don’t mind wearing a girl’s dress, do you?” It was the least of his worries.
From where he was positioned, Dan could spot a vague image of a door. He didn’t even think of the possibility of the gateway being locked or blocked from the outside. It didn’t really matter. He’d break down the bloody thing if it gave him back his freedom. Now all he had to ponder on were his bindings. If only I could get ahold of one of those knives. Dan thought, twitching as the woman wiped off another coating of red fluid.
He shifted slightly, a sharp pain shooting up his spine when his leg moved with him. Dan bit back the groan that clearly wanted to escape, refusing to make his captor suspicious—or to at least have her not focus her attention on him. He needed as much delay time as possible, especially if wanted to pull off his last hope at sanctuary. Suddenly, the woman spoke again. Her annoyingly cheerful voice made him look up again, and it unsettled him when he saw how wide his captor was smiling. If he had doubted it before, he was absolutely sure now. She’s crazy.
“Just so you know, there aren’t any phone boxes in this area.”
It took him a while to understand. He blamed it on the possible concussion. Then, he thought about it. No phones. If there weren’t any phones then—no, oh no. She was warning him. Telling him that even if he managed to escape, there would be no help coming to his aid. There would be no 999-emergency proceedings, no family members shouting his ear off with sermons. All alone, he would be much like a sitting duck, waiting for this very same woman to find him again—wishing that she wouldn’t. Glancing back at the various sharp tools in front of the mystery woman, he wondered how many have tried before him. Others. She had said. Seventeen. She had called him. The panic returned. Oh God.
“Another thing,” The green-eyed lady added. “The girl’s wig wouldn’t, at all, be going to far, alright?”
Had there been no gag, Dan would have probably said a lot of things just to spite her. “Release me!”, “What are you going to do to me?!”, or realistically speaking; “I’ll pay you a million pounds just to release me, please!” would have escaped his mouth. Who was he trying to kid anyway? There was no one around to weakness his cowardice. No sister to mock him, no parents to disown him, no teachers to look down on him and say: “You know you can do better than this, Daniel. All you need is a little motivation.” Dan would have willingly become a beggar just to keep his life. He would have given her anything she wanted and desired in exchange for a longer time to walk amongst the living.
“Don’t worry Danny,” He wasn’t even surprised that she knew his name. “I’ll be very gentle with you. You’re going to be my masterpiece.”
But, there was nothing left to do. He had been captured—abducted from wherever it was the lady had taken interest in him, and now he was gagged, broken, and was to be number seventeen on her long list of living, breathing, humans that she had denied a full life. She hummed as the painful sound of blades moving against one another echoed inside—what was the place anyway, a factory? Dan didn’t need to be a genius to know that she was sharpening them. Preparing them to be used on him, as if he were some swine that she would gladly rid the earth of.
He heard the clang of the knives returning to the table, followed by the sound of movement. It was then that Dan resigned to his fate.
Due to my busy schedule, I most of the time just write one-shots, but I do have current on-going stories. I try to update as best as I can, though some seem rather inactive. I try to post during the times I am free, but I have other things to do as well. Hopefully, you could all understand.
My favourite stories are a mix of many categories so if you are going to sroll them, I suggest you organise them by that order. Anyways, hello my readers or fellow writers!
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