Chapter 2: Almost dead

tw: 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 up what the hell..

After tossing the trash after work, I head home.

The walk is fast. It seems like the air is tense, but it's just cold. The road feels empty and the sky empty and vast. Taking a deep breath, I keep walking with my head down.

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, people with their phones out just 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?

For some reason, I really want to look.

Glancing over at the bushes to the left, there was a hole in the fence with a shortcut leading to the other side.

After going around the bend, I finally came across the other side of the barrier.

Climbing the tree to get a better view, I sat on a branch. I looked down.

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 tensed up, I was stuck. I couldn't move, my body no longer listening to me. I started to sweat.

I flushed - no way no way no way!!!

I turned to run, tripping over trash and littered cans. 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 red ribbon mark.

As I was tumbling down, the last thing my eyes saw was the soda can I tripped over.

Then, it went black.

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'Ughhh' I croaked trying to move. It was dark outside now.

The sound of the crickets chirping, leaves rustling in the wind entered my ears, my head throbbing as I opened my eyes, hot tears seeping out from the pain.

My eyes finally getting into focus, the first thing I saw was a grey cement wall. A fire caldroun burning in the middle of this dreary space, illuminating the depressing surroundings of a dilapidated warehouse.

Looking down, I realized it felt windy to me because I have no clothes on. My body is fucked up, too. My neck hurts. That damn ribbon lanyard - I bought it online and customized it and ordered "unbreakable" premium. It nearly broke my fucking neck.

Suddenly this dog man, and I say dog man, because he was huge. His head was shaved, with a jagged scar stretched across his temple.

He had a bandage wrapped around his right eye, a mephitic smell wafting from the blood and pus stained gauze.

He was nearly drooling, spit falling as he smiled crookedly.

"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 shouldn't I enjoy myself until then? " The dog man 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.

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 hissed.

The dog man stopped to look at me.

"Yeah, aren't you the one who got scared just because of a dead body?"

Tilting his head, he smiled mockingly,

"You know they say a killer always goes back to the scene."

The man lowered his voice, "But I went to that hidden spot. And I saw you - nearly doing the job for me.

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

The mad man leaned close to me, his stale breath invading my nostrils. I scrunched up my nose in repulsion, gagging.

"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 with my hands up in defeat.