File: Marchen Morder

File A: Natalie Outlette

                                                          Natalie Outlette, AKA Clockwork

                                                                            March 1st, 2005

                                                                           The First Incident

This is the graphic depiction of Natalie Outlette's story, told by herself. She is currently on the run. 

Warning, this case file has triggers for sexual assault and abuse. Only specific departments should handle this case.  

The telling of this case will be put in first person, a request from Natalie. 

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" Natalie O- Oa-Yo-tlette." The art judge called. 

" Oat." I pronounced for her as I stood up, the tiredness in my voice was clear.

" Oatlette." She corrected as I walked up onto the worst styled stage I've ever seen, then handed the number two blue ribbon, then walked to the side next to the most hippy girl I have ever saw. 

Her smile was so big, it made my mouth hurt. 

I waited patently and finally got the 30$ that came with the second place spot and left the stage, noticing the couds were getting dangerously dark. 

Grabbing my painting, Lucas, my boyfriend, ran straight into me, cupping my butt. 

" David wants you to hurry up." 

" Alright. Let me grab something to eat and I'll meet you guys at the middle school." 

" Now." He whispered into my ear, tightening his grip on my butt.

" Alright. Then if we want to eat, we will have to slip out of the house tonight." 

" That just gives us more time ta enjoy ourselves."

His breath was hot aginst my throat. It felt amazing. 

My breath hitched as his lips touched my skin, his hand sliding around to my stomach, then in between my legs. " Stay still. I'm going to give you something special."

" Alright." I said as breathlessly as possible on purpose. 

The thick crowd was beginning to fade right asLucas started to put his hand down my pants.

" Can this wait till tonight?" I asked, grabbing his hand. 

" If we are, it's not going to be a make-out session."

He turned and started walking, holding my hand as I followed behind him.

" Is Mom with him?" I asked. 

" I don't know. She wasn't in the car when he pulled up, but he never said she didn't come." 

" Alright." 

We met David in a gas station outside of town, noticing the back seat was covered in groceries.

" Shove em to the side and come on." 

Lucas moved them, sitting down first, then I sat on his lap as David started driving. 

" How much did you buy?" I asked, noticing the front seat was full also. 

" Enough to last us the rest of the summer." He said, his tone had changed. 

David's eyes flung themselves up to the center mirror to look at us. " Your Uncle's and coming over. So you better get whatever you have in your system out by midnight tonight."