Post by over1imit on Apr 26, 2008 22:32:49 GMT -5
"Hello?"[/color] A timid voice echoed in the spacious room before her. Stepping into the room, she glanced around and smiled. Melody's Art Professor had invited her to an Art Gallery in the university. He know a lot about her, and how much she spent her time looking at paintings and sculptures in galleries. She was surprised when he had asked her, since several of the other girls were much more eager to spend time alone with the handsome professor. A muscular figure turned around and gave a sincere smile to the female. He was clad in earth colors, with a scarlet dress shirt, brown blazer, and dark green trousers. Brushing a few of his auburn locks from his hazel eyes, he slipped past a few people and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Melody, you're under-dressed."[/color] A calm voice whispered into the girl's ears. The petite female sported a cream-colored school shirt and a short black skirt; a simple, but flattering uniform for the females in the university. Scanning the room, Melody noticed that everyone was wearing a black dress, or a comfortable tuxedo. She mumbled something, and then stepped back into the hallway. "Hold on!"[/color] Chasing after the small girl, a firm hand grabbing the female's arm prevented her from walking further. "No, I'll change. Don't worry Professor Nemur..."[/color] Glancing back, she noticed the man shaking his head. For some reason, her head was spinning rapidly. It was a feeling of embarrassment and content. Her Art Professor was her favorite, amongst other girls, but she knew that being invited to this event was an honor.
"No, no, I have something for you..."[/color] Dragging the girl behind him, he made his way toward the supply closet. It was small, but it held a lot. Fishing for something inside the room, he clutched a strapless black and presented it to Melody. Thanking him, she started to jog toward the ladies' room. "Hold on!"[/color] Another firm grip on her shoulder. Sighing in a dazed manner, the female felt her heart jump. Turning around, she tilted her head and looked at him with curious eyes, "Yes?"[/color] A small smile was perched on his lips as he replied, "You don't need to change there"[/color]
A strange feeling washed over the female. It was an eerie sensation, and small goosebumps were even beginning to form on her skin. Suddenly, the female was slammed into the wall by the professor. Two hands gripped her wrists, while long legs pressed against hers. She was trapped, but why? Of course she knew why. The rumors of him weren't so far fetched after all. Shifting around like a mad man, Melody managed to throw the professor off balance. Making her way back into the gallery, she was quickly interrupted by a large figure. His entire body enveloped the girl, as he threw himself on top of him and pulled them into the darkness of the supply closet. Unable to see his face, Melody could clearly feel his breath.
It was a strange moment in her life; she was both exhilarated and afraid of the professor. He had been her role model for a while, but never before did she feel like this. It wasn't love, but it was a little more deep than her childish crushes on celebrities. 'Now's not the time for that...'[/color] Melody's vision was blurred by tears as she felt a hand trace her features. For some reason, she couldn't gather her voice to muster even a single word. Feeling his hand unlacing the bow on her shirt, she managed to scream out "HELP ME!"[/color] before a hand came in contact with her lips.
"Maybe this'll shut you up..."[/color] Melody felt something brush against her lips. Curious to what it was, she finally got her answer: the professor's lips were pressed against hers, and his tongue managed to make its way into her mouth. Shifting from left to right, she felt cold metal against her skin. A gun. Somehow, the professor had managed to get it into the school. Shivering, the professor dug his nails into her skin and smiled. "Pity, all the beautiful ones have to die..."[/color] A frail voice managed to escape trembling lips, "Bast..."[/color] But the trigger was pulled, and her life was taken away.
Now, Melody's body laid on the floor, her back hugging the floor. When she was transported into a room, a strapless black dress was on her.
[[OOC: Uhh...Wah la? I feel like a noob XD]]
"Melody, you're under-dressed."[/color] A calm voice whispered into the girl's ears. The petite female sported a cream-colored school shirt and a short black skirt; a simple, but flattering uniform for the females in the university. Scanning the room, Melody noticed that everyone was wearing a black dress, or a comfortable tuxedo. She mumbled something, and then stepped back into the hallway. "Hold on!"[/color] Chasing after the small girl, a firm hand grabbing the female's arm prevented her from walking further. "No, I'll change. Don't worry Professor Nemur..."[/color] Glancing back, she noticed the man shaking his head. For some reason, her head was spinning rapidly. It was a feeling of embarrassment and content. Her Art Professor was her favorite, amongst other girls, but she knew that being invited to this event was an honor.
"No, no, I have something for you..."[/color] Dragging the girl behind him, he made his way toward the supply closet. It was small, but it held a lot. Fishing for something inside the room, he clutched a strapless black and presented it to Melody. Thanking him, she started to jog toward the ladies' room. "Hold on!"[/color] Another firm grip on her shoulder. Sighing in a dazed manner, the female felt her heart jump. Turning around, she tilted her head and looked at him with curious eyes, "Yes?"[/color] A small smile was perched on his lips as he replied, "You don't need to change there"[/color]
A strange feeling washed over the female. It was an eerie sensation, and small goosebumps were even beginning to form on her skin. Suddenly, the female was slammed into the wall by the professor. Two hands gripped her wrists, while long legs pressed against hers. She was trapped, but why? Of course she knew why. The rumors of him weren't so far fetched after all. Shifting around like a mad man, Melody managed to throw the professor off balance. Making her way back into the gallery, she was quickly interrupted by a large figure. His entire body enveloped the girl, as he threw himself on top of him and pulled them into the darkness of the supply closet. Unable to see his face, Melody could clearly feel his breath.
It was a strange moment in her life; she was both exhilarated and afraid of the professor. He had been her role model for a while, but never before did she feel like this. It wasn't love, but it was a little more deep than her childish crushes on celebrities. 'Now's not the time for that...'[/color] Melody's vision was blurred by tears as she felt a hand trace her features. For some reason, she couldn't gather her voice to muster even a single word. Feeling his hand unlacing the bow on her shirt, she managed to scream out "HELP ME!"[/color] before a hand came in contact with her lips.
"Maybe this'll shut you up..."[/color] Melody felt something brush against her lips. Curious to what it was, she finally got her answer: the professor's lips were pressed against hers, and his tongue managed to make its way into her mouth. Shifting from left to right, she felt cold metal against her skin. A gun. Somehow, the professor had managed to get it into the school. Shivering, the professor dug his nails into her skin and smiled. "Pity, all the beautiful ones have to die..."[/color] A frail voice managed to escape trembling lips, "Bast..."[/color] But the trigger was pulled, and her life was taken away.
Now, Melody's body laid on the floor, her back hugging the floor. When she was transported into a room, a strapless black dress was on her.
[[OOC: Uhh...Wah la? I feel like a noob XD]]
