Chapter 4
Seeing the knife spurs me into action. I start to scramble backwards on all fours like a crab before I am able to heave my body up.
I start to run, I can hear his footsteps behind me, pounding the pavement. My heels are slowing me down, so I kick them off hoping this gives me the extra speed I need to outrun him.
I dart down the sidewalk and start screaming "Help!", but the fog swallows the sound right up. I can hear his voice in my head "no one can save you girl".
His voice is like a dark cloud in my mind, and I can feel it heightening my fear and like it's physically trying to slow me down.
I need to take a deep breath and think, which is hard to do when someone with a knife is chasing you.
I know my way around these streets, hopefully better than he does. Should I keep running or try to hide? Fuck it, I growl to myself.
I take a hard turn to my left down an alley. There has to be somewhere I can hide.
I desperately search looking for anywhere I can fit my small body. I spot a dumpster with discarded boxes pushed against the alley wall and before I can give too much thought of what I could be stepping on, I climb into the box closest to the alley wall and sink as low as possible.
My heart is racing, the noise so loud I swear it will lead him right to my hiding spot.
I try to slow my breathing, quietly in and out. If I stay here long enough, maybe he won't find me and I can slink home. I don't know why this is happening to me.
Did this psycho randomly target me? Is this who has been following me?
But why couldn't I feel his aura and why could I hear his voice in my head. Again, I have too many questions and no answers.
I feel frustrated, scared and confused. Not the greatest combination when you're hiding in a box by a dumpster avoiding your attacker. I have no idea how my day has gone from bad to worse.
I can feel him entering my mind, it feels like sludge sliding over my senses and it's repulsive.
I can smell your fear
Come out and I'll make your death quick
If he thinks for one minute I'm reveling myself then he must be dumb. I just press myself farther down into the box. I can wait here as I need.
I can hear his footsteps slowly walking through the alley way. I cover my mouth to silence even the sound of my breathing.
Finally after what feels like hours I hear nothing. I'm debating if I should try to make a run for it. I finally decide to cautiously stand up but realize my mistake when immediately, I spot him lounging on the other side of the wall, eyes glowing orange and skin slightly luminous even in the fog.
He smiles smugly and says one thing.
"Got you."