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Rising Storm	By : AllAmericanPipes Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > All American Rejects Views: 1296 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Part 01
- 2-Part 02
- 3-Part 03
- 4-Part 04
- 5-Part 05
- 6-Part 06
- 7-Part 07
- 8-Part 08
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Rising Storm
AllAmericanPipes
Piper McCoy

Part V

Mike drove down the road as fast as he could, not wanting to get a ticket in the process. Damn cops, I need to hurry and get to Brooke before Tyson remembers what room I’m in. Fucking traffic codes. He thought. The last thing he needed was to be pulled over by a cop for that would waste more time and in turn give Tyson more time to get a hold of Brooke and harm her once more. Thoughts raced through his mind, all of which consisted of her. He knew the hotel was where Tyson was headed and prayed that Brooke had locked herself in his room instead of walking about for Mike knew that Brooke didn’t like being confined. She never liked sitting in one place for very long. That was part of her charm and part of the reason Mike was so attracted to her for he didn’t like being confined either. Mike came to another red light and pulled the car to a stop. Fuck, come on turn green, please. He silently begged. He had to protect Brooke. God, let her be alright. I can’t loose her, I can’t. I love her; love her way too much to loose her to something like this, someone like him. He was so lost in his silent prayers that he hadn’t noticed the light had turned green. He was beginning to loose his focus and was soon snapped out of his prayers by the car horn behind him. His head popped up as he more or less burned rubber on the asphalt and headed towards the hotel. Fuck, I just wasted time. I gotta stay focused so I can save Brooke. He was still so far away and knew that Tyson had at least a five-minute head start on him. He glanced down at the speedometer and noticed that he was about twenty miles over the speed limit and noting that there were hidden cops about knew that his speed was not a good thing. He slowed down the car knowing that if he got pulled over by a police officer that he’d never get to Brooke in time and he had to get there for he had promised to keep her safe. The car in front of him began to slow down and Mike thought the worst. He was always impatient when cars slowed down on the freeway but today he had a good reason. Please don’t slow down. Keep going, please. He begged once more as his own car came to a stop he stuck his head out of the window and looked ahead of him wondering what the hell the hold up was. He had always hated traffic jams and now just wasn’t the time for one. There were cars backed up for at least a mile or so. Fear suddenly struck through him again for he couldn’t loose Brooke, not like this. He needed to think of something and think of it fast. Damn it. This can’t be happening. Fucking cars move, please! I have to get to her before Tyson. God only knows what the fuck he’d do to her. He’s so fucked up right now and I can feel that whatever he does is going to be drastic. Please, dear God, move the fucking cars. Move the fucking cars for Brooke’s sake. Mike had never been much of the religious type but in this case he was willing to try anything, even prayer. For her he’d do anything. He only hoped that God hadn’t abandoned him, or Brooke for that matter, for he knew she believed in God. She had even made the guys go to church with her for Easter even though they had been scheduled to do a show that day. Mike again looked out the window and spotted the cars beginning to move. They were moving slow but hell they were moving. He put his foot on the accelerator and moved forward at a rather steady, but slow, pace. Thanks for being so quick about things this time, God. He thought as the cars all began to pick up pace. He soon passed what the problem had been. He glanced to the side and viewed the accident that had taken place. Apparently some one had pushed another car off the road and sped away leaving the victim with multiple injuries. Damn idiot drivers and always having to slow down so everyone has to take a good look at the accident. Geez, people’s stupidity astounds me sometimes. Mike stated in his head, the first thought that hadn’t been about Brooke through the entire time he had been in the car. His foot soon found it’s way to the accelerator as his car began to rapidly pick up speed. He was getting closer to the hotel by the second and only hoped that he wasn’t too late for he knew he had to keep his promise to Brooke. He couldn’t let anything happen to her. He took a look at the speedometer once again and began to slow down. He was again at least twenty miles over the limit, but he was almost to the hotel. He soon passed a sign, which stated that the hotel was only a few miles away. I’m almost there, Brooke. Just hold on. Please hold on. I’ll get there as fast as I can. Just, please, please, please, PLEASE, hold on. He begged once more as if trying to send Brooke the message telepathically. If only he knew what Tyson had up his sleeve for her Mike would have gotten Brooke on the first plane back home for Tyson’s anger had long since consumed him entirely and he was no longer the same person. Somehow he had become evil and damn near lost his mind. Evilness had consumed Tyson as it does with human beings sometimes and now Brooke was going to be his first victim. He was the storm that needed to be brought to an end by any means necessary.

Tyson’s car soon came to a quick halt in the parking space in front of the fully lit hotel. It was still early in the morning and the occupants of the hotel were just beginning to roam about. He readily got out of his car and stormed through the double doors leading into the entry way and stopped a moment turning his head in search of something while thinking briefly to himself. Brooke, where are you? I know you’re here. Now then what room was Mike in? He paused and smiled when he spotted the clerk at the desk. Bingo. With that thought he walked up to the desk and put on a happy façade hoping to fool the clerk into getting Mike’s room number for he knew that was were Brooke resided at this very moment. Fortunately he was wrong for Brooke was sitting ever so peacefully by the poolside reading some off the wall novel. She had no idea what had gone on at the studio nor that Tyson was on his way to find her followed by Mike who had every intend of rescuing her. Her mind briefly grazed the thought of what might happen but she soon pushed these thoughts out of her mind due to the strange feeling in the pit of her stomach. She could tell something wasn’t right as she slowly began to get up. She was right for in the front of the hotel only a mere three rooms away from her Tyson was now asking the clerk for the room number.
“Hey, I needed to drop something off in Mike’s room. He told me to just go ahead and take it up. He, uh, told me the room number but damn do I have a short attention span. You think you could tell me which room he’s in?” Tyson asked as the clerk looked at the computer in front of him and then back into Tyson’s blue eyes. Unfortunately the clerk did not catch the sparks of anger flickering in Tyson’s eyes as he spoke the room number.
‘He’s in room number 313. That’s on the third floor, sir.” Tyson said his thank you and headed towards the nearest elevator. He was going to have fun with Brooke; at least that was his intent. As he stepped into the elevator he thought of the look on her face from their previous encounter. He remembered how that look had only made his lust stronger. He couldn’t wait to feel that again. He practically pounded the button to make the elevator go to the third floor. Looking around the empty elevator he gently reached his hand in his pocket. There he could feel the coldness of the switchblade, which was resting so peacefully in his pocket waiting for the moment it would be allowed to come out and play. Tyson had big plans for Brooke. He was getting turned on just thinking of the many ways she was going to pleasure him as soon as he reached the room. Little did he know but she wasn’t going to be there waiting for him. He was going to have to work slightly harder to get what he wanted this time. In the other room Brooke began to gather her belongings and figured it would be a good idea to head back to Mike’s room. She knew he had intended to call and not wanting to miss that call she knew she needed to get back. She had been sitting by the poolside for a few hours now. Slowly she began to walk towards the room, taking her sweet time and never thinking for one moment that anything was going to happen to her. Unfortunately she was wrong. The raging storm was headed her way once more for it’s final blow and she was more or less clueless about the encounter. She then began to walk up the stairs and turned the corner slowly her headphones still placed on her head and the tunes of The Ataris blaring in her ears. She was rather unobservant sometimes and she did not notice that a certain person was hiding behind the curve that was near Mike’s room. She continued to walk and before she could react someone grabbed her arm. She let out a slight scream before the hand covered her mouth. She knew that grasp, those hands. She began to shake once the person began to whisper in her ear.
“You’re going to open that door Brooke. You’re gonna play nice this time and maybe I’ll keep Mr. Switchblade in the pocket.” It was Tyson’s voice, raspy and hoarse. “And keep quiet.” He finished before taking his hand form her mouth. She did as she was told, knowing that if she even so much as attempted to retaliate she may as well die. She slowly took out her key and opened the door. Tyson dragged her in the room and slammed the door. He hit her across the face and she let out a yelp like she had that first time he had hit her. He dragged her further and threw her to the bed, making sure to crawl upon her only a moment after. She squirmed underneath him. She didn’t want to go through this once again. Tyson quickly reached in his pocket and took out the switchblade that was resting there. Brooke's pupils widened in disbelief from the mere thought of what Tyson would do with the blade.
“Ty, God…” She was cut off by her sobs and the hand then again replaced itself upon her mouth.
“Shh, don’t say a word. If you cooperate this won’t hurt a bit.” He whispered to her softly running his free hand, the other was again holding her wrists, over her breasts. Then he grabbed the blade and opened it, glancing quickly at Brooke’s reaction, which was one of true fear. She froze, fear overtaking her entire being. She had never been so scared of anything before and only one thought flew through her mind, ‘I don’t want to die without seeing Mike one last time’. Tyson took the blade and gently sliced down the middle of her swimsuit, from the top to just bellow her belly button. He placed the blade down next to her once more and moved his hand under the right side of the ruined swim wear and his fingers began fiddling with her nipple before he took the blade in his grasp once more and sliced the strap. He removed that half of the suit revealing the untanned flesh that it had been concealing along with her right hardened nipple. Soon he did the same to the other side of the suit and still holding her wrists glanced into her eyes once more. “You’re so beautiful all scared like this. I just want to fuck you right now.” He paused, looking at the blade in his hand. “But no I’m going to really get you worked up first.” With that he ran the blade lightly over the flesh of her breast causing a thin line of warm red blood to appear and also causing Brooke to wince from the shock of pain. “The red is such a fascinating contrast to the paleness of your chest. It makes you even more beautiful.” He stated before running his tongue over the cut, leaving the red line to reappear after having licked the blood off of her. Then he made another cut parallel to the first and once again licked away the blood. Brooke now had a fresh trail of tears so gracefully traveling down her cheekbones. She couldn’t believe that all of this was happening. It was all so surreal. Tyson ran his hand over her inner thigh, soon realizing that the bottom of the swimsuit was still covering her flesh. He ran the blade over the suit and threw the ruins towards the door leaving Brook completely naked underneath him. He took the blade and ran it over her stomach, again watching the blood appear. He made many more cuts along her pale flesh and then moved on to the tanned flesh. Blood was sliding off her body and hitting the sheets. The color of her face was draining and Tyson’s lust was taking him over faster and faster by the moment. Brooke let out another sob as his boxers hit the floor. He ran the blade over his own chest a few times and over his stomach waiting for the blood to appear before looking into her eyes. “Blood on blood, I make you mine for eternity.” He replied. His anger and lust had taken control and pushed him out of sanity. Once again the storm began to take its toll on an innocent being.
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