Daredevil

Me last year, I'm in the blue, oh gawd. ^^ (Tryna be sassy like) and that smile tho.

A little starter thingy here, k?

1. If you have rude or mean comments, please keep them to yourself, they make no difference and there is really no point of expressing them.

2. If you like this book, you can thank Vivaldi and Tchaikovsky for it. Pretty much because I was listening to Winter from the Four Seasons and The Nutcracker while I came up with the plot. I swear it's my mom's fault I'm like this. (And swan lake tbh)

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6. Always, ALWAYS listen to the song.

Faith's POV

Deep breaths. Deep breaths, Faith.

I silently prayed that I wouldn't miss the pool and crack my head open on the sidewalk, that would really suck. Though it would save me from the English assignment that was literally due yesterday, the one that I haven't even started.

Suddenly, the idea of dying wasn't so bad.

"Trust me, you'll make it into the pool." My best friend and roommate shouted to me over the booming music, coming from inside the house. Molly was wearing jean shorts and a plain black t-shirt as she wobbled my way. "You got this!"

"Faith! Faith!" The crowd cheered me on from below and I knew that backing out now would be social suicide and even though I wasn't uber popular, quitting definitely wouldn't help my situation.

I saw Molly creeping up behind me and whipped around. "Don't you dare push me, I'm going." I said, sticking my arm back to keep her away, not that it did much.

"Good-bye, cruel world." I muttered under my breath quietly. Using my left hand to plug my nose, I took a bit of a running start before hurling myself into the pool. My bare feet left the hard shingles of the roof and the next thing I knew, I was flying. The cold wind nipped at my skin, raising the hair on my arms. I screamed out with joy, my hair whipping through the air. I closed my eyes and smiled, listening to the crowd cheering. Soon enough, the noise around me blurred, the water nearly silencing the rumble of my environment as my body broke the surface of the pool.

I opened my eyes, too caught up in the moment to remember that I was submerged in water. The chlorine stung my eyes and I quickly closed them again before swimming to the surface. I rose a victorious fist as I reached the top, taking a gulp of air. The crowd went wild as I used the ladder to climb out of the pool. A group of fairly attractive boys picked me up and started throwing me up and down. I'd be terrified out of my mind if the adrenaline wasn't still pumping through my veins and filling my system as if it were a drug.

The grin on my face practically reached my ears and I looked around to see plenty of wasted teenagers jumping into the pool. My gaze made its way over to the garden at the back of the mansion and landed on a vague shadow under the gazebo.

The thing that shocked me was: the shadow moved.

I gasped as it slunk out of the gazebo and slithered through the roses, towards the tulips. The figure grew more defined and had the outline of a person - and if I had to guess, judging by the broad shoulders and towering height, it was a male.

No one else noticed the shadow as they hooted and hollered. My eyes left the gardens as the boys put me down. Everyone soon continued dancing and grinding up against each other, but I was no longer interested in partying at the moment. I tiptoed over to the garden, trying to be as silent as possible, though I doubt anyone could hear my footsteps over the blasting music.

My feet left the grass and came in contact with the brick path. I treaded to the place where I had last seen the mysterious figure, only to find that he was gone. I heard rustling in the trees and fear struck a chord inside of me. It's probably the shadow man, a voice inside my head snickered.

I rolled my eyes and reasoned with myself that it wasn't anything bad. I took a deep breath and pulled apart two pine tree branches only to find to wasted teens making out on the side of a tree. They were already half undressed and I cringed before quickly backing out of the forest. I laughed quietly at what I thought I'd find and what I did find.

I marched over to the gazebo determinedly and climbed up the small steps. I looked around, examining the white structure until my eyes landed on a golden piece of folded paper. I scurried over to it, sitting beside it. I eyed it as if it were the legendary dragon warrior scroll.

With a little hesitation, I picked up the paper and unfolded it. Written in black cursive was: Meet behind The Black Kitten at 6:35pm.

My head whipped up so fast that I swore I heard a crack. Was this note left for me to find? Or was it an accident?

I stood up, panicking a little.

I shivered in the cold air and reread the note. "Faith!" Someone snapped, making me look up quickly. I stuffed the note in between my boobs - the only hiding spot I could think of, considering the fact that I was wearing a bathing suit on this chilly November day.

"Hey Molly." I sighed, relieved to see her.

"Where have you been?" She slurred slightly, waddling towards me. She took a seat beside me, a bottle of cheap beer in her hand.

"Oh, just here." I replied casually, shrugging.

"Well I wanna head back to the dorms, you ready?" She asked drunkenly, swaying in her seat.

"Sure." I said, getting up. I offered her my hand and helped her walk to the car. Since I hadn't taking a single drink tonight, I was the driver - and I was thirsty. I buckled her up and started driving. The shoulder strap dug into my neck as I drove. The radio was turned down low and Molly had rolled down the window to release her night's refreshements onto the road and the poor driver behind us.

Arriving at the dorms, I ran around to her side, opening her door for her and helping her up. I lead her up the stairs and into our dorm. The yellow building shone a little in contrast to the night sky. Though it wasn't the snazziest building, it was home away from home.

I unlocked the door and helped Molly wipe the make up off her face, as she was practically falling asleep on my shoulder. Once her heavy make up was taken off, I brought her to bed and laid her down. "Goodnight, Molly." I said, receiving an incoherent mumble for a reply.

I sighed and headed back to the bathroom. Molly had always been the drinker out of the two of us. She got her high from the alcohol and I got mine from the adrenaline.

I eyed myself in the mirror, my dark blonde hair was that awkward mix between thick and thin so it was frizzy and staticky. My grey eyes seemed to take on a different shade on the daily, and my cheeks were flushed for no possible reason at all. Suddenly, I recalled the note and pulled it out of my pocket. Meet behind The Black Kitten at 6:35pm.

Should I go?

Was it even meant for me?

I exhaled heavily and crumpled the paper and threw it in the garbage. Since I hadn't worn any make up, I simply brushed my teeth and laid in my bed, conveniently located beside Molly's. I laid awake most of the night before drifting off into a sleepless dream state.

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Oof what a chapter. I had to shove all that information in there lol. We had term exams and I did pretty good.

Question of the chapter: When's your birthday? - April 15th 2003.

Can anyone explain to me why creepypasta is a book category and what it is?

Faith's POV

The music blared throughout the club, piercing my eardrums. Less than half-clothed women danced on a pole or on the stage, scraping a few dollars off of the men around them. Suddenly, a large, bulky man bumped into me, nearly sending me tumbling to the floor. Thankfully, I caught myself before my hands hit the grossly sticky surface.

"Watch yourself." he barked with two girls in his arms, neither of them wearing bras.

I mumbled an apology, but I was soon forgotten as the grotesque man started to feel them up. I saw one of the girls slip her hands into his back pocket. I shivered, thinking she was feeling him up as well, but when she pulled out his wallet and handed it to a passing waitress, I knew they were just playing him.

Out of all the places, this is where they chose. Unbelievable.

I made my way through the crowded club, pushing through strangers and getting more than a few boob punches to the face. Finally, I found the backdoor exit behind a bunch of groupies smoking weed. The strobe lights made the fumes look pink as they exhaled. I took an unintentional breath and quickly plugged my nose, but the distinct smell of weed had already entered my nostrils, making me gag.

I quickly got out of the club and stumbled into the back alley. I shut my eyes tightly and wondered why I hadn't just walked down the alley like any normal person would've. I shivered as a cool breeze flew down the deserted alley. I pulled my thin sweater closer to my body, trying to keep the heat in. It was exactly 6:35PM and I was ready for just about anything.

The back door to the club opened swiftly and the same burly man came out of the door. "You're the new recruit?"

I narrowed my eyes at him. He started to laugh, as if it was hard to believe I could be up for whatever job they were offering. "What? You don't think I'm up for it?" I questioned defensively, putting my hands on my hips.

When he finally stopped laughing, he wiped a fake tear from his eye. "Whatever kid, let's just get this over with and see how long you last, kay?" He declared, walking over to me. Despite his muscled and intimidating appearance, he doesn't sound like he looks if that makes any sense.

He didn't say anything else, he just started walking away. "Um, hello? Am I supposed to follow you?" I asked him as he headed further down the alley. "Seriously? This was not in the brochure!" I exclaimed, letting out a long exasperated breath. After a moment of contemplation, I groaned as I started running in order to catch up with him.

"Don't expect a good rating on tripadvisor." I remarked angrily, crossing my arms over my chest. "Worst tour guide I've ever had." I muttered, deciding that I wouldn't tell him the girls inside stole his wallet.

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I had followed the man through half of the city at this point, studying the brown specks on his bald head. My feet hurt because I had decided to wear my favorite black wedges, probably because I hadn't thought that I'd be walking around on a sightseeing tour.

"That's it." I snapped, stopping in place which was unfortunately the middle of an abandoned alley on the shady side of town. "I'm not moving another inch until you tell me where we're going."

"Works for me." He said with a shrug as he continued walking. His black belt, black shirt, and black pants made for an odd combination on his bulk figure. His black combat boots made loud clinking noises and his black and silver belt shone a little in the soon fading light.

"Fine." I said, staying true to my word and staying in place. He turned a corner and I took a moment to facepalm myself. "Great going Faith, you just had to be so stubborn. Now look what you've done, you're stuck in a sketchy alley alone."

"Are you talking to yourself?" My tour guide returned with that redundant question. I just looked at him tiredly, he knew the answer to that question.

"What are you doing back here? I thought 'it worked for you'." I quoted him, looking into his brown eyes.

"Yeah, I lied. I have to get you to the boss before 7:30 so would you mind picking up the pace, princess?" He asked impatiently, staring right back into my grey eyes.

"Well too bad, I'm not moving." I declared stubbornly. He looked at me in a way as if to say, really?

He sighed and approached me quickly. Before I knew what he was doing, my escort was carrying me bridal style. "Put me down." I told him calmly, trying not to lose my shit.

"Sorry princess, gotta get you there on time, otherwise it's my ass, not yours." He said with a smile. He has three gold teeth, I realized.

"Well then, what's your name?" I inquired. I knew I should be freaking out right now, but I'm not, and that is because of four reasons.

1.My phone is in my purse and he'd notice if I casually started to call a three digit number.

2.If I cried for help, no one in this neighborhood would help me because if they called the cops, they'd probably have worse to hide and they don't want to risk exposure.

3.This guy hasn't hurt me and I honestly see no reason to believe he would.

4.I'm the idiot who followed the directions of a shady note left in the gazebo of a college party so I have no one to blame but myself and if I called the police, I'd have to tell them the story of how stupid I was.

"Greg." I almost missed his reply because I was too caught up in my head.

"Hello Greg, I'm Faith." I replied as he casually walked onto the sidewalk with me in his arms. Finally, a seemingly abandoned warehouse came into view.

"That's where we're going." Greg announced using his head to point out the direction of the warehouse since he was using his hands to carry me.

"Aren't your arms tired?" I asked him curiously. He chuckled a little as he continued walking.

"This isn't the first time I've had to do this." He told me. I looked at him confusedly and he elaborated. "Dare usually picks pretty girls."

"Dare?" I questioned as we neared the building. I could hear loud music pouring out through the broken windows and there were flashing lights illuminating the cracks.

"Short for Darren, he started D.A.R.E." Greg informed me, reaching the door. He gave it two knocks and someone whipped open the door. Surprise, surprise, another bimbo blonde.

"OMG, hey- uh, what's your name?" She asked us, but Greg ignored her. He put me down and we shuffled past her. The building was huge and despite its outer appearance, inside was a party wilder than any college party. Everyone was dancing on either the first floor or the second, drinking something in a red solo cup.

To my left, people were skating on a makeshift skate park. To my right, there was a soccer field set up and a group of shameless shirtless boys kicked the ball around. My mind marveled at how much all this would've costed. Was it always like this? More importantly, what was this place?

From behind me, Greg said, "Welcome to D.A.R.E, princess.".

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You guys have been asking for an update so here it is! I've been putting it off because I haven't been in the mood to write, so I hope it's decent.

Question of the chapter: What's your height and age? - 14 and 5'5".

Thanks for all the lovely comments and votes guys, I love them!

Greg lead me up a flight of stairs, above all the chaos below. There was a room with tinted windows and he slid a keycard through a lock. The door buzzed and he opened it, motioning for me to go through.

"Such a gentleman." I commented, smiling as I walked through. Inside, the room was painted black, black furniture, black carpet... Is there an obsession I'm missing?

A man was sitting in a chair, facing away from me.

"Boss." Greg greeted. The man in the chair swivelled around, facing us. He literally took my breath away. He was tan, brown hair that curled atop his head. His green eyes met my grey ones and he smiled.

"Faith!" He announced, smiling as he stood up to his height of at least 5'11". Well, I'm about 5'5", yay.

"Do I know you..?" I asked awkwardly.

"No, but you will." He said ominously. "I'm Darren, you can call me Dare."

"Oh." Was all I could manage. He approached me and stuck out his hand for me to shake. I reached for his hand, which was soft of course, and he shook my hand, but didn't let go. I looked up at him quizzically, but he was already walking away, with his hand in mine.

I was jerked forward and nearly fell over. I jogged to catch up and he brought me to the tinted window. "What do you see?" He asked, looking out at the havoc.

"Um, people dancing... Some fighting over-" Dare cut me off.

"Think more general." He told me, not looking at me.

"Uh, I see chaos?" I tried awkwardly, looking over at him.

"Interesting..." He murmured. "I've never gotten that answer before."

My eyebrows drew together in confusion before he released my hand and walked back to his desk. He took a seat in his chair and motioned for me to sit in the chair across from his desk.

I sat down, crossing my legs awkwardly.

"Do you know why you're here?" He asked me, folding his hands on the table.

"Not really." I replied honestly. Dare smirked at me and got up, then sitting the chair next to mine.

"Well, you're here because I saw you jump off the roof of a house." He stated, smirking at me, his green eyes glinting with mischief.

"Are you like some undercover fed? Look, I was just-" He cut me off for the second time.

"I'm not a cop, I doubt the cops could pull an elaborate scheme like this." Dare reasoned, looking me dead in the eye.

"I guess..." I said awkwardly. "But underestimating them is how they catch you."

"Well, if I ever get caught, it'll be for that." Darren laughed. It was cheery and amazing and I hated it. It was too perfect to be human. Anyway, focusing on whatever the heck is happening here...

"Wait, is this a prostitution ring? Oh god, I knew I shouldn't have gone down a back alley with a shady emo middle aged man- no offence Greg." I hurried out, Greg looking at me with an almost hurt expression. Dare was blank faced for a moment before her broke out into a fit of laughter. Trust me, I don't take the word 'fit' lightly.

Darren laughed so hard that he literally fall off his chair. I felt Greg come up behind me and whisper, "I've never seen him laugh so hard before."

For some reason, I felt oddly proud. Weird. There's just something about make attractive people laugh that gives you a thrill. When Darren finally stopped laughing and came back to earth, he got back into his chair and wiped a tear from his eye.

"You are by far, the funniest person I've ever recruited." He chuckled, beaming at me.

"For the prostitution ring? Yeah, I'm not-" he cut me off.

"I'll just get rid of that idea right now because my stomach already hurts from laughing so hard." Dare told me, standing up and walking around his desk. He leaning back in it and picked up a trinket from his desk, playing with it. "We are D.A.R.E."

I waited, expecting him to say something more, but he only watched me expectantly. "I'm sorry, is that supposed to mean something to me?" I asked him somewhat awkwardly. He sighed and put the object down.

"Greg, I told you, we need to do more promos." Darren announced, looking over at the burly man.

"Yeah, but the cops are getting close, we gotta lay low." Greg reasoned, standing at the door.

"But this whole thing is about taking risks, what are we if not adrenaline junkies?" Darren asked rhetorically. My ears perked up at the mention of adrenaline and suddenly I was interested.

"So what's D.A.R.E?" I inquired, drawing their attention back to me.

"Well, sweetheart, " he began, sitting back down in his twirly chair. He spun around a few times, smiling to himself. "What are we?"

"I don't know, that's why I'm asking-"

"D.A.R.E is an non-profit organization of people who get kicks out of dangerous things." Darren explained, "That's pretty much it."

"... So what do you do?" I questioned further, crossing my legs comfortably. I looked out the window and watched the people partying below, is simply having a good time.

"Hang off cranes, ride bikes across rooftops, jump off roofs into pools." Darren smirked and I glared at him, crossing my arms over my chest.

"If you want me to join, you're going to have to be a little more convincing." I spoke with boredom, staring at my nails in fake interest.

"Well, you get paid." Dare said, smirking when my face lit up at the mention of money.

"How much?" I asked, uncrossing my legs as my foot went numb.

"Depends on the sponsor and the gig. It can range from 50-500$ a job, per person." He told me watching as my smile grew bigger. I looked back down at the people and wondered what the flaw was.

"What's the downside?" I squinted at him curiously.

"Well, no one can know you are apart of this, but that's about it." He shrugged, fidgeting with his fingers. I looked around, considering my options. I don't have a job, it's something a love, my boss is hot, and everyone seems to be enjoying themselves, right?

"Alright, where do I sign?"

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FINALLY I GOT A BOMB ASS PLAYLIST TO HELP ME GET THROUGH THIS CHAPTER DAMN

Sorry it took so long guys ;-;