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Post by Ann Darrow on Jan 5, 2013 0:33:32 GMT -5
Ann watched her ceiling fan spin around and around. Her once vibrant and beautiful sky blue eyes had lost their shine and had faded to a dull grey. Her vibrant blonde hair that had fallen in wisps and framed her face, now lay limp and uncared for tossed around the pillow. Deep circles entrenched her eyes and her flesh was a gaunt pale. She was too thin, her long white dress clinging too loosely to her once voluminous frame. Her cheeks were sunken in, you could see the outline of her ribs... she was unhealthy, underfed, and slowly fading away, but she couldn't care.
Tears cascaded down her cheeks joining a thousand others that had found their home in her torn sheets. Her head tilted to the right her eyes seeking the word that had been spray painted across her wall. They broke into her apartment constantly leaving death threats, warnings, notes, and of course graffiti.
Monster lover! You should just kill yourself! Save humanity the trouble of dealing with scum like you! How dare you try to save such a heartless creature! Witch! Demon! Go back to hell!
The messages were a daily occurrence, just walking the streets gained her thousands of foul looks, bruises from people shoving her into walls, trash cans, the street. A few months back, one had he even pushed her into moving traffic screaming that she deserved to die for loving a demon, and when the car had chipped a piece of her pelvis and she lay in the street writhing in pain... the people cheered. She was hated, out casted, shunned, ridiculed, and beaten up, bruises and scars marred once flawless flesh. She was a train wreck and she hated every waking moment she was still alive.
It had been one year, three months, twenty three days, and sixteen hours since she lost her most precious person. She only had eight more hours until the end of the day, eight more hours until she could survive another day. She curled into a ball, crying with heaving sobs now. Bangs erupted from her front door.
"Hey Freak! How many animals you got in there? Do they need some saving too?" A loud round of laughter accompanied the words and Ann curled up tightly, hopefully they wouldn't break down her door, hopefully, the words would be the worst of their cruelties. She just wanted it all to stop, she wanted it all to go away, she wanted to be back on that island flying with Kong through his never-ending forests.
The bed disappeared beneath her and Ann's eyes jumped open in panic. A blood curdling scream tearing itself from her throat as she was enveloped in purple light. There were no more shouts, no more screams, just utter silence and a never ending fall and she wasn't sure what was worse. Finally... it all stopped and she hit the ground. Unstable... shifting beneath her, Ann slowly lifted her head.
Sand was everywhere. It bathed the land as far as the eye could see. A heavy, dry desert... but how... where...why was she here? She was in her apartment surrounding by millions of people who hated her, despised her... how did she get here, and more importantly, where was here? She spun in circles, clothed in the same dress she wore the day Kong died, it wasn't near as pretty, a few water stains, a couple smudges of dirt, a few tears, and even a few blood stains now dotted the once flawless garment.
She spun in circles trying to sort out where she was and finally, she picked a direction and started walking. At least there weren't any sand worms. She could do with the overbearing heat, the pain from her injuries and the sand... but she just couldn't deal with any more monsters today.
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Post by King Kong on Jan 5, 2013 1:16:47 GMT -5
Kong was walking around in the sandy wasteland all by himself because he didn't want to be around Human life right now. All he could think about was his past. He wasn't in the mood to deal with anything else because to him, nothing else was important. All Kong wanted to do was protect Ann, he didn't want her to get hurt. However, it wasn't just that. Even though most people don't believe Gorilla's have feelings, they do. They have a heart with feelings and emotions just like everyone else does. As much as any Human would find it hard to believe, he really did love Ann. The entire Human race was so corrupted they began to become so full of themselves they believe that only someone of their race can love somebody. It's as if people that don't communicate the same way that they do can't love, hurt, or go through the same emotions that they do and the truth is, they can.
She was his heart and he was definitely his armor. He wouldn't allow anyone to hurt her. It was obvious that Kong was willing to give up his own life just for her when he had almost died a while back. However, he was all alone now. There was no Ann, none of his own kind either because his family was all deceased. Why would it matter anyways? He's not even who he once was. Well, he is but in an entirely different form. He was having a hard time getting used to it.
He even felt insulted to be in that form, it's as if it was a reminder of what had happened. He was just about killed by a Human and now he is one? Why? What had he done to deserve this? But then there was Ann, she was a Human yet she was different than any other Human. Then again, she was different than anybody. To Kong especially, she was special. She was like a beautiful angel from Heaven that he just couldn't take his eyes off of. There would be nothing wrong with the Human species if they were all like her, but they're not and Kong knows that.
Kong stood there in a trance wishing that things were back to normal. He felt weird in the body that he was in, he didn't quite understand why things happened the way that they did. However, Kong was intelligent so he tended to think of all the possible causes. What if there was some force that saved him for a reason? If so, then why wasn't he brought back in his original form? That was just one thing he couldn't and probably may not ever understand.
However, all he could think about was Ann. Sure, Kong was not one to mope around or anything but just having Ann in his memory and remembering their times together broke his heart. It broke his heart because, Ann is not right there with him like he had been hoping she would. His mind was getting to cluttered with agonizing thoughts of Ann being gone and himself being all alone again, like it was before he met Ann. He kept walking throughout the desert, knowing full and darn well that it was hot.
However, he didn't care at all how hot it was. It doesn't matter how hot it was there, his heart was as cold as the glaciers by Antartica. His heart was filled with emptiness and sorrow. From a long distance, Kong could see a woman walking through. She kind of looked like Ann, but Kong kind of thought he may just be seeing a mirage. However, when he got closer he realized that it was Ann. He noticed that she was still wearing the same dress, only dirtied and bloodied up more.
Kong noticed that she didn't look as healthy as she usually does, something must have happened to her. However, that didn't change his way of thinking. He still found her to be very beautiful. He knew what he needed to do, he needed to go to her. His heart was once again pounding with love. The coldness of his heart had finally warmed up again, and he was determined to get back what was his before they were taken away from each other. He looked at her with his golden eyes and decided to say something. "Ann, Ann...Is that you?"
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Post by Ann Darrow on Jan 5, 2013 1:41:51 GMT -5
Ann trudged through the desert, her body wasn't what it used to be, she was too thin, too weak, too exhausted from her own deterioration to continue this. A weak smile flitted across her lips and vaguely she realized she was still crying. It was ironic really, all of her life she had been pushed around, let down, bullied and bartered into doing things. The humans had hated her for fighting for what she believed in, for her best friend, her only friend. Her only true solace, her only true friend was what the rest of humanity had called a monster... but he was just like her. Alone. Lonely. All he had needed was a friend and a good laugh and then everything would have been back to normal...and after his death, she had assumed one day some gang would corner her in a back alley and bludgeon her to death. God knows they had tried. Bruises littered her legs and arms, the cruelty of man truly knew no bounds.
These memories though they were fading... being covered by a mist until she could no longer remember him. The longer she walked, the foggier her memory grew. She remembered the feel of wind whipping through her hair, she remembered the rush of being cradled in.... something and more than anything she remembered eyes. A beautiful flawless pair of golden orbs that glowed like beacons in the darkest corners of her mind. Taunting, teasing, calling to her. She knew those eyes, she new those eyes to the deepest corners of her soul and even the thought of them now made her heart beat painfully.
She moved to take another step, but found her leg stuck tight. She glance down, tear soaked eyes making her vision blurry, she angrily scrubbed at her cheeks until she realized she wasn't stuck, she was sinking, the sands were pulling her down, devouring her alive. she struggled to break herself free as the sands climbed higher and higher, devouring both her and her dress. Wide with terror and fear, she screamed just as she heard someone calling her name. Her first reaction was to flinch. Her arms came up to shield her face and she crouched down, shielding her body to the best of her ability. Instinct overriding common knowledge. She had learned long ago to block everything vital and let the humans have their way with her rather than fight back and wind up with another hospital bill she couldn't afford. Momentarily forgetting she was in the desert, and quickly approaching death by quicksand, her mouth rattled off the familiar pleas... then again she might just take the quicksand over the wooden bats, two by fours, lead pipes and whatever else they had hit her with.
"Please don't hurt me. I'm a monster, a freak, I don't deserve to share your streets and I have bruises already... please don't hurt me." Her voice trembled and shook, revealing how afraid she actually was, so delicate and soft, nothing like the powerful woman who had defied a mighty king. Sometimes the pleading worked, they would sneer call her something foul, spit on her and leave. Those were good days.
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Post by King Kong on Jan 5, 2013 2:10:56 GMT -5
What she had just said to him almost shattered his heart. Never in his dreams did he think she would ever call herself a monster. She was no where close to being a monster. Why did she say that about herself? Even if there was a list of things that described who and what she was, the world 'monster' would not be found anywhere on that list. The words she said to him echoed in his mind. It had really took him by surprise, he had at least expected a greeting but no, instead it was that.
He especially didn't like it when she said that she had bruises on her already. The gorilla within Kong roared with anger from inside of him. He could feel the intensity that was coming from within his body. When he actually seen the bruises that were actually on her, his anger only began to build up even further. However, he knew he had to keep his cool. He didn't want to scare her in anyway. It just hurt him that she actually thought there was a chance he may hurt her just now. Of course, he knew that it is possible that she didn't know it was him. It was more than possible actually, because his original form and this form that he was in at the moment were completely different.
"I'm not going to hurt you, I'd never do that." he said in a deep tone of voice with pure honesty. He would never hurt her. The only thing he would do is protect her and make sure that she is safe and happy at all times. He looked at her with a rush of worrisome in his eyes because that's what he was, worried. "What happened to you? Did somebody hurt you?" he asked. He really wanted to know, because if someone hurt her, he would be upset. Not only would it be because she had been caused pain and he wasn't there to be able to do anything about it but also because he doesn't like seeing her like that. "Here, grab my hand..you're sinking through." he said lightly. He could see that the quicksand was trying to suck her in, but he wasn't about to allow it.
It appears that a lot has happened ever since he's been brought to this new universe. Not only has something bad happened with Ann that he still has no idea about but, he's been lonely and feeling empty too. The only thing that he was worried about right now though was getting her out of that quicksand. He held his hand out to her, waiting. She needed to hurry up and grab it because if she didn't grab it in time, Kong will just grab her and pull her out himself. Kong will not allow her to get hurt anymore, now that he's around she cannot be touched. Now that Kong's around, she'll be safe.
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Post by Ann Darrow on Jan 5, 2013 2:37:25 GMT -5
She felt the sand continue to pull her down, but her eyes remained squeezed shut and her body as tense as a board. She couldn't remember why the humans hated her so badly, she just knew that the theatre on twenty-fifth and Broadway had the sharpest stones that pierced into her back when she was shoved up against them. She knew that wooden bats created a much more painful mark that the hollow lead pipes. Apparently once you were labeled a freak it mattered little what gender you were, only that you were free target practice and nobody gave a damn what happened to you.
The deep voice rumbled through the air, it exuded power she could feel it. Against her better judgment she cracked her eyes open, flinching slightly from the brightness of sun, the sand had reached her waist now. Her eyes widened as she caught sight of him, beauty was a word not good enough to describe him. He was absolutely breath taking, from the rippling muscles of his arms, to the fierce determination set in his jaw, and those eyes... those were the same eyes that stole her breath and captured her spirit, she didn't need him to say a word to know that he had no intentions of harming her. There was rage swimming in those depths but just as sure as she was that her heart was still beating, she knew he wouldn't hurt her.... but it had been far too long, she couldn't remember how to listen to anything but survival instincts.
"They all say that, and then they start hitting me. Baseball bats, lead pipes, old boards of wood, whatever they can find. I'm nothing but scum to them." She didn't know why she was answering him, it was compulsive, something within the depths of her soul forcing her to speak as he held her gaze. She had no guarantees that this man wouldn't harm her. All sorts of men had in the past year so why did she feel so trusting towards this one? She glanced away at the sands still sucking her downwards as she answered his second question. "They all hurt me. They call me horrific names I don't dare repeat, they beat me, hurt me, they have sent me to the hospital a few times, once I wasn't expected to live. But New Yorkers are cruel and once they believe something to be true they no longer wish to hear what you have to say."
She jumped realizing he had drawn so close. She eyes the appendage with something akin to a mix of fear and curiosity. If she would have been in New York they would have laughed and jeered, possibly even thrown things at her. Suddenly a memory flashed back, a different hand extended towards her. This one somehow larger? It made no sense these flashing images. She grabbed his hand and allowed him to pull her out of the sands. His strength was rather incredible. It would hurt quite a lot to get knocked by one of those fists.
"Thank you." She murmured softly. Ann was a mess, she was cut up and bruised, too thin because she had not had money or the means to purchase food. She had given up on acting and had simply tried to find a job doing anything but nobody had wanted to hire her. She hoped that this dry desert and this dismal place would be a new beginning for her. Anything was better than where she had been.
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Post by King Kong on Jan 5, 2013 17:28:32 GMT -5
Kong could not say a word, instead he was stricken by her voice. Hearing her voice was the only thing he wanted to hear right now. However, he didn't like hearing the words that were coming out of her mouth. It offended him and angered him to know that people would beat her with anything that they could find. It struck him in the heart to know that people that of her as scum. How could anyone think of her as scum? If anything it was the people who had put the bruises on her that were the scum. Seeing how badly she was bruised bothered Kong more than most Humans could understand.
"You are not scum...." he said as he pulled her up. He then took a moment to look at her as she stood there right there before his very eyes. "Beautiful" he said in a deep tone of voice. Yet, it sounded tender and nurturing. He remembered what she said to him out by the sunset like it was yesterday, only this time he was saying it to her. No matter what they had done to her or how different she looked than before, she was still more beautiful to him than he could ever imagine. They may have tried to break her spirit, but they were unable to change who she was and to Kong, that was beautiful.
He knew that she had been through a lot and that she was in pain, and he had a hard time coping with that. Just looking by looking at her, he could see that she has almost given up hope. Despite this, Kong had something else in mind. Kong would not allow her to stand there and keep hurting like this. They were in each others sights again and that's all that mattered, it was time that he made sure that neither of them get taken apart ever again. He wanted her to be safe and happy, and he knew that he had the capabilities to do that.
It was pretty hot out there in the desert, but he didn't mind it too much at all. Of course, the heat wasn't really his thing but he had more important matters to worry about. Although, he would prefer it being nice and cool with a good breeze flowing. He remembers clearly Ann's hair blowing with the wind while being held in his hand. She didn't mind it either, it was something special that they always had with one another. "You are safe with me.." he concluded. He wanted her to know that she would be safe with him and that she didn't have to worry about him or anyone else hurting her. He would protect her even if she has no idea that it his Kong standing right there in front of her.
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Post by Ann Darrow on Jan 5, 2013 18:05:42 GMT -5
She stumbled as he pulled her free and it took her a minute to regain her balance. She felt so much lighter now that she was free from the sands grasp. She wasn't wearing shoes, but the sands weren't hot beneath her feet, it felt good, the warmth made the pain a little less in her limbs. She had long since grown used to the dull throbbing of the bruises it didn't faze her anymore, and despite this the warmth from the sun and the freshness of untainted air brought just a touch of hope back to her soul. It wasn't much, just a tiny flicker, a spec in the darkness, but it was still something.
She looked up at him, listening to his kind words. You are not scum... It was the kindest thing spoken to her since her and Jack had broken up. They dated briefly after the incident, but finally he ended it with her, claiming she was simply too devastated over the loss of... something... and had left her. It was shortly thereafter when her life took a downward spiral. It wasn't compliments, rhymes of her beauty or even something as simple as a hello, it was a simple statement, telling her what she wasn't and a flicker of a smile graced her mouth.
"Perhaps you could tell that to the kind people of New York." She winked playfully at him and then brushed prettily. Since when was she back to joking with people? When was the last time she had had enough energy to leave her apartment? Much less socialize? What was wrong with her? Beautiful... The muttered word barely audible had her head snapping up, eyes wide and face pale with shock as a memory reverberated through her skull. Overlooking something beautiful. An exotic forest covered in wildlife both big and small the likes of which she had never seen. Beautiful... she had spoken that word pointing first to the horizon and then herself... but where was she? What had this come from... and those eyes. She knew those eyes but from where and from who?
"Do I..." She hesitated. She did not recognize the man himself. The thick, hard muscle, the smile, none of it was familiar. But those eyes... she would swear on her grave that those same eyes had pierced her a thousand times, knew her soul possibly better than anyone she had ever met. She knew those golden eyes. But how? She had no idea where they even where or how she got here! How could she know someone from a place she had never been too? It was impossible and she remembered the words she had spoken to Carl the day they had met in that small little cafe. "Nothing good ever lasts Mr. Denham." She murmured beneath her breath, that statement was the very definition of her life. "Never mind." She spoke louder this time and glanced about the barren wasteland of the desert. "Where are we? The last thing I remember was being curled up in a blanket in my New York apartment..." She hoped this stranger could give her answers.
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Post by King Kong on Jan 5, 2013 19:28:00 GMT -5
If Kong could right now, he would do more than tell that the people of New York. If Kong was in New York, they would be in for a rude awakening. Kong would never allow them to get away with such actions. The only reason why they were able to get away with it before was because Kong was believed to be dead. He wasn't there, therefore he wasn't able to protect her like he has always done. The people of New York angered him, then again almost the entire Human race angered him.
Ann was the only exception, somehow he didn't understand how she was a Human. She was nothing like them, she was so loving, caring, that she just didn't seem to be Human at all. Ann was one of the most rare type of Human that exists on Earth. However, he could tell by the way she was speaking to him that she had know idea that it was him. She didn't know that he was right there in front of her wanting to take her with him and ensure that she never has to live like she had been forced to ever again.
"I'm not really sure, all I know is that we're in the desert. Besides, I don't think I'm a reliable source because I'm still trying to figure out why I look like this." he said with a small smile. Although, he was serious. He still hadn't figured out why he is still alive and why he is no longer in his original body. "You see, ...I don't usually look like this." he said boldly. He didn't know why he was in a different body or where his original body was. In fact, he had no idea that there was a possibility that his original body could be somewhere within him.
She still had his heart, even if her memory was being over shadowed. He was in love, and there was nothing that could change that. He would go threw the same pain of falling off another building like the Empire State Building if it meant to protect her. He loved her but this time nothing was going to take her away from him. This time, they were together for good. All he had to do is find a way to get her to remember, that's all he had to do. It shouldn't be hard right? No, it shouldn't be. They had perfect chemistry back then, and he is sure that hasn't changed a bit since then.
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Post by Ann Darrow on Jan 5, 2013 20:14:49 GMT -5
Ann was excited, scared, confused, and disoriented. As much as she had hated her life in New York, it had become routine, get up, scrounge up any money she could, find food, water if she was lucky, survive, go home, rinse and repeat. There were no surprises, no hidden agendas, her life had become fact. As horrible as it had been, it had been routine.
She needed to figure out where she was and why she had been dragged here. This place... was it all desert? Would they eventually die of dehydration? And this stranger... who was he? Why was he looking at her like that? He gazed at her as though his entire world revolved around her next breath, the next beat of her heart, like every move she made was angelic. She trembled and felt her eyes swell with tears. No one had ever regarded her as such, she didn't even know how she knew he was looking her, it was like she could read his eyes, but how and who was he? It was only then she realized she did not know his name, but before she could ask he was speaking again. Her eyes grew confused at his words. This form? Look like this? Such strange words...what did they mean?
Suddenly over one of the sand dunes, came some of the nastiest creatures she had ever seen, pale milky flesh covering in boils and fat folds that slapped against their neck and thighs. They carried crude weapons and they slid down the sand like something out of a monstrous nightmare. One stepped on the handsome stranger and Ann screamed, surely he was dead, they hadn't even noticed him. The tallest leered down at her.
"Well what do we 'ave 'ere." It's strange accent grated against her ears and she desperately tried to run but the thing was massive, hoisting her up by her legs and holding her upside down.
"Doesn't look like it has much meat on it!" Another bellowed its beady eyes trailing over her tiny form. "Toss it back! Not worth our time!" The monstrous creature shrugged turning around and heading off the way it had come.
"Not so fast Gronickle! Looks we can make a nice soup outta it! Its bones with will some mighty fine toothpicks don't you think?" She was tossed up into the air and caught before being squeezed until her vision started to darken and her lungs threatened to collapse. "Not so hard! You'll pop her eyes out! Those are the best parts they is!" The grip loosened considerably and Ann screamed once again.
"Put me down! Let me go!" A blood curdling scream tore itself from her throat as the massive trolls took off back the way they had come. The last image she saw of the stranger and the faint rise and fall of his chest. Despite her own situation she smiled. At least they hadn't taken them both.
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Post by King Kong on Jan 5, 2013 21:11:30 GMT -5
Kong hadn't felt a thing, everything had happened so fast that it was as if nothing had happened. He didn't know that anyone had just hurt him or anything, however when he woke up he did notice that Ann was not there. He had also noticed that there was blood right there from where she was standing. That's when Kong began to finally understand what was going on here. Someone must have knocked him out and taken her somewhere. But how? He hadn't seen or noticed anybody near by. He didn't think much on that because he knew that her life was at stake. His anger and his worries went off the charts and this time, he couldn't control it. There was no way that it could be held back anymore, what ever it was that was coming from inside of him, nothing was stopping it.
He had only been on his feet for a little over a minute when he felt a strange feeling from his chest. his was a feeling that he had never felt in his entire life, something not right was going on here. His legs began to shake as if they became weak. His heart was racing, and it was pounded louder and louder. His heart beat was beating on an intense scale. With that, his teeth started changing. Some of them had began to sharpen as the rest of his body seemed to be getting more and more strained. He had started to become more bulky than his present state. As his skin color darkened, his nose had began to change shape. His entire mouth area had gotten larger. As all of this was happening, he was shouting at the top of his lungs. His forehead forced itself to grow much larger with depth, his body had begun to feel very heated. As he began growing in size, hair started growing everywhere and at an intense rate too.
After a minute or two, it had all stopped. He could finally move and he was feeling normal again. He looked at himself only to see that he was back to normal. He pounded his chest and roared at the top of his lungs. The roar was so loud it could be heard from miles and miles away. He would have tried to figure out what had just happened but he had no time to do so, all he could think about was Ann.
The King of Skull Island was back to his original self again and whoever had taken Ann away from him were in for a HUGE wake up call, literally. He charged and ran as fast as he could. He would not stop, he had only one goal in mind and that was to get Ann back to him safe and sound. As he ran he breathed heavily and his body movements as he charged onward were very loud, as his fists and feet pounded against the ground. Kong didn't care either, he had planned to thrash and destroy anyone and anything just to get to Ann. No one takes away his precious Ann and afterward go on thinking that they'd be able to see the light of day.
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