01-18-2024, 05:18 AM
(Prompt: Heavily pregnant Cameron in attacked while alone on the street and goes into labor. Open to so many possibilities: Bystander/helper, Stranger, partner, someone who wants to make things worse, Marco, all of the above) Come play!
Footsteps on the sidewalk behind him sent a chill down Cameron's spine. He'd walked the same path a hundred times and never felt unsafe but today was different. The usually busy street was empty, the street lamps seemed dimmer, and even the hum of the city felt muted and muffled. Everything was off.
Or maybe it was just fear.
Cameron stuffed his hands into his pockets and cupped the large swell of his belly as he quickened his pace. He put his head down as he rounded the corner, trying to block the click of boots from his mind. Another few blocks and everything would be fine. He would be home. He would be safe. He rubbed his stomach to steady himself and for a moment he wondered if all of his fear was just the creation of his hormonal mind.
But the footsteps didn't stop, and as he turned another corner they became louder. Faster. Cameron tried to run but his gravid body was heavy and slow. His breath came in gasps as he forced himself to move but still the boots got closer. He neared an intersection and panic consumed him. What could he do? Left or Right? Would it matter? He looked both ways, hoping one would be his salvation, but before he could make a choice a man stepped into his path.
Cameron stumbled back as the figure moved toward him but a hand grip down on his shoulder.
“There’s nowhere to run, Cameron.” The man growled into his ear. “Not that you could.”
With one swift motion his partner drove his fist hard into Cameron’s stomach. Cameron crumpled forward, only held upright by his assailant’s grasp.
“P…please…”
A second blow sent a shock of pain through his abdomen and down his hips. He swayed as his vision blurred. His own cries echoed in his ears.
“Ughhh…”
He grunted as another fist struck his ribs. Then another. And another. He felt himself being wrenched and turned and his jacket lay at his feet. They pinned him against a wall before stripping off his shirt.
“Why…” Cameron gasped through sobs.
“You know damn well.” One of them pulled a knife from his belt and held it beneath Cameron’s chin.
Cameron shuddered. His hands clutched his stomach. If this was the end he would hold onto his child for as long as he could. He cried out as the knife plunged deep but to his surprise his attacker didn’t choose to slit his throat. The blade bit deep into his bicep, slicing his only tattoo in half. Blood pooled from the wound, coving the word ‘MARCO’ in blood.
Cameron shook his head in confusion and in pain. The man grinned and brought his knee hard into Cameron’s gut. The pain was instant and terrifying. Fluid rushed from deep inside him and flooded down his legs. A contraction curled around him so tightly he couldn’t breathe. His legs gave out beneath him and this time his captors let him fall. He tumbled to the ground, unable to stop himself from land forcefully on his belly. The weight of his own body sent him reeling again.
“AHHHH….NUGHHH!!!”
He curled around his belly as the contraction began to subside. He gasped and panted, trying his best to regain control. The knife clinked onto the pavement beside him.
“Tell Marco the debt is paid.”
Cameron tried to scream as a boot dug into the small of his back but another pressed down hard on his throat. He could hear the men laughing as they took their turns and then slowly his whole world turned black.
Footsteps on the sidewalk behind him sent a chill down Cameron's spine. He'd walked the same path a hundred times and never felt unsafe but today was different. The usually busy street was empty, the street lamps seemed dimmer, and even the hum of the city felt muted and muffled. Everything was off.
Or maybe it was just fear.
Cameron stuffed his hands into his pockets and cupped the large swell of his belly as he quickened his pace. He put his head down as he rounded the corner, trying to block the click of boots from his mind. Another few blocks and everything would be fine. He would be home. He would be safe. He rubbed his stomach to steady himself and for a moment he wondered if all of his fear was just the creation of his hormonal mind.
But the footsteps didn't stop, and as he turned another corner they became louder. Faster. Cameron tried to run but his gravid body was heavy and slow. His breath came in gasps as he forced himself to move but still the boots got closer. He neared an intersection and panic consumed him. What could he do? Left or Right? Would it matter? He looked both ways, hoping one would be his salvation, but before he could make a choice a man stepped into his path.
Cameron stumbled back as the figure moved toward him but a hand grip down on his shoulder.
“There’s nowhere to run, Cameron.” The man growled into his ear. “Not that you could.”
With one swift motion his partner drove his fist hard into Cameron’s stomach. Cameron crumpled forward, only held upright by his assailant’s grasp.
“P…please…”
A second blow sent a shock of pain through his abdomen and down his hips. He swayed as his vision blurred. His own cries echoed in his ears.
“Ughhh…”
He grunted as another fist struck his ribs. Then another. And another. He felt himself being wrenched and turned and his jacket lay at his feet. They pinned him against a wall before stripping off his shirt.
“Why…” Cameron gasped through sobs.
“You know damn well.” One of them pulled a knife from his belt and held it beneath Cameron’s chin.
Cameron shuddered. His hands clutched his stomach. If this was the end he would hold onto his child for as long as he could. He cried out as the knife plunged deep but to his surprise his attacker didn’t choose to slit his throat. The blade bit deep into his bicep, slicing his only tattoo in half. Blood pooled from the wound, coving the word ‘MARCO’ in blood.
Cameron shook his head in confusion and in pain. The man grinned and brought his knee hard into Cameron’s gut. The pain was instant and terrifying. Fluid rushed from deep inside him and flooded down his legs. A contraction curled around him so tightly he couldn’t breathe. His legs gave out beneath him and this time his captors let him fall. He tumbled to the ground, unable to stop himself from land forcefully on his belly. The weight of his own body sent him reeling again.
“AHHHH….NUGHHH!!!”
He curled around his belly as the contraction began to subside. He gasped and panted, trying his best to regain control. The knife clinked onto the pavement beside him.
“Tell Marco the debt is paid.”
Cameron tried to scream as a boot dug into the small of his back but another pressed down hard on his throat. He could hear the men laughing as they took their turns and then slowly his whole world turned black.
