close encounter

tw: sa. murder. gore. kidnapping

Clang!

"Ah what the fuck…" I kicked a can to the side. Who the hell litters when the trash can is right there? Just pick it the fuck up what the hell..

After tossing the trash after work, 11 hours may I add, I head home.

The walk is crisp. It seems like the air is tense, but it's just cold. It feels empty but vast. Taking a deep breath, I keep walking with my eyes closed.

Looking to my left I see yellow tape, and a squad. No literally, a whole bunch of detectives, coroners and news people. A crowd had gathered around, and you could see people with their phones, flashing away. A cop even snatched a ladies phone.

I was curious too though.. like what is it? It's obviously a body, but did someone have a heart attack or something? After going around the bend, he came across the other side of the barrier, but in the trees. Be sure of this, he could see without anyone blocking.. and what he saw?

A girl who's skin resembled a porcelain vase, with a blanket covering her. The coroner reached down and closed her eyes, marking the direction she was staring in. They were honey brown.

My body started to heat up- I couldn't move, my feet stuck in place. My skin turned red, and I seemed to feel some sort of.. release.

I blushed - no way no way no way!!! There's no way I just.. I turned to run, and there was another can on the ground. This time I didn't kick it, I stepped on it - and fell. I tried to catch myself, but my work lanyard caught on the branch, yanking my neck sideways and tearing it off of me, leaving a ribbon mark so red, it blistered. I hit my head on something -

And it went black.

****

'Ughhh' I croaked trying to move. It was dark outside now. There were no noise of police, or people, in general. The sound of outside, crickets, wind and the leaves rustling. My head throbbed as I opened my eyes,

I'm not in the woods. Im not even outside.

Looking around, I couldn't see much - but an open ceiling at the top of this building. Scanning the room, it seemed to be one of those factory's that used fire and had that cauldron looking thing. There's usually no ceiling or an opening on the side for ventilation I guess. There's one in my school neighborhood, and I walked past it every day and the workers would be standing at that fire.

Looking down, I realized it felt windy to me because I have no clothes on. My body is fucked up, too. I've got lashes and bruises from landing on branches and smacking into the tree. My neck hurts. I know for a fact it's not pretty, I can already imagine I looked like I was choked to death. That damn ribbon lanyard - I bought it online and customized it and ordered "unbreakable" premium. It nearly broke my fucking neck, though!

Anyways.

I suddenly remembered ..

'ahhhhh' I squealed like a 4 year old.

Looking down at.. that.

Ummm..

Suddenly this mad man, and I say mad man, because he was huge- I'm only 5'6 - he was almost six feet. He had a shaved head, with a jagged scar stretched across his temple.

He also had gauze wrapped around his right eye. The guaze was turned red under a couple layers, it was close to the time to change such a wound.

He was nearly drooling, spit falling as he smiled crookedly. He entered like this, walking towards me with this glare.

"That bitch stabbed me. It's only a matter of time until they test the blood left from me. They'll be here soon. So why should I enjoy something new? I've never done a boy before ahehah" The madman snarled, his eye clearly void of any sanity.

The mad man picked up a wooden board. Yeah you know, the ones the bullies fight with in those killer K-Dramas. I remember The Ironic Defense, and this one annoying character had a wooden weapon..

anyways

Bringing my mind back, I was too late to jump away. This is not like the movies. I repeat this is reality. I clearly have the "freeze" gene.

Authors note:

Fight, flight, or freeze - the human survival instinct

With his hand wrapped around my neck, he slammed me down.

Ouch.

"Put me down gently, damn?! I wanna live. I'll give in, what the fuck!" I hissed. It was in pain, and I get mad when I'm in pain and curse a lot.. it just came out

The mad man stopped to look at me.

"Yeah, aren't you the one who became aroused just looking at a finished job? You know they say a killer always goes back to the scene.

So I went back. But I went to that hidden spot, that nobody but the bullies or the bullied - would know about. And look who I found?

A man, nearly killing himself after catching a boner.

I had to take you. Why not? We seem to be similar.."

The mad man leaned close to me, his stale breath invading my nostrils. I scrunched up my nose in repulsion, and in response this madman had the nerve to squeeze my face so hard. I could help but open my mouth

He put his hand on mine, pulling it to his…

'Ugh!'

When I made this noise, the madman squeezed my wrist so hard it felt like it shattered. He then reached down to my ankle.

"Okay okay okay!" I gasped,

Relaxing my hands and resistance, I reached down