It began as a whispering in the air. The day had been beautiful and the sky was like a dome of plasma-blue. The clouds had looked like airy anvils drifting under the gleaming disc of sun.
They had put a tent up just before the Reaper's moon of autumn appeared over the trees. The moon seemed to turn the leaves into a flaming patchwork of colours: scorching-yellows, lava-reds and burnished-browns. It added an alien glamour to a perfect scene. They heard a greedy thrush, snail a-tapping on rock; he finished his supper before fluttering into the owl-light of the forest. The mournful cry of a lonely fox echoed through the vault-still silence of the trees.
A huffing wind rose up then, stirring the flaps of our tent.
A tinkling sound came to the ears as the first pearls of rain dropped onto the leaves. The sound was like the glassy clinking of a champagne flute, lilting and clear. A sheet of rain passed over them and the sound intensified. The noise on the tent was like the phut-phut-phut that ripened nuts make when they hit the ground. It wasn't the soft, sodden, swollen drops of spring we were hearing; it was like ball-bearings were hitting the canvas roof with force. They could also hear an occasional ker-plunking sound. It was caused by the rainwater gathered on the tent falling to the ground in a great swash of release.
The thermometer plunged as we huddled together and shivered in the tent. For a brief moment, they thought that they might be doomed adventurers, destined to get swept away in a mighty flood. They needn't have worried. The curtain of rain passed over by the time dawn arrived. An explosion of birdsong erupted from the dripping trees and it was if the rain had never been.
Run, said a unfamiliar voice, surrounded by trees in the woods she ran as fast as she could, footsteps followed her as she ran with with blisters underneath her feet.
She was tired dehydrated and felt pain all over her body, as she screamed for help in the deepness of the forest, it echoed all around, making it easy for the person chasing her to catch up to her.
She grabbed a plank and leaned over, catching her breath, the darkness made it hard for her to see who is chasing her.
When someone grabbed her by the throat holding a knife to her neck.
"I warned you trying to escape there would be consequences, he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her on the ground, "no stop please help me."
The person remained silent staring and continue dragging her, the blue fence was open as he dragged her, his long hair hung over his face he seemed deformed, she was afraid to go back to that same house, with four concrete walls a dirty sink and a pot, with a steel door locking on the out the rusted tin room was to high and to climb up was impossible, the room smelled like urine, it was hidden underground so no one would find her there.
She tried fighting back, and pulling away, but she was to weak. Was this just a endless nightmare? Why her why did she attend that party, if she had only listened to her best friend, parties are dumb.
Her life was a mess anyway, who would miss her she had no one to go back to and maybe just maybe she deserved this.
That night everything was perfect, dancing under the stars with the person she trusted more than her own family, ge listened to her, he advised her they even had sleepovers.
Maybe she did love him because why would she be thinking of him right now while being dragged through what appeared to be a underground tunnel with cages, only skeleton remains.
She closed her eyes, and saw his face, maybe he would come rescue her, maybe they would live together.
The pain shot up her arm like fire. She cringed. It exploded in her head with a blinding whiteness. It made her dizzy. It made her reel.
The pain was like needles that had been dipped in alcohol had been jammed through her skin, like her arm had been replaced with ice and electricity wired straight into her spine.Every bone in her body was hurting.
He dragged her to a rusted thick steel door. " No please let me go, I will do anything please not in there again."
No only does that place smell but it had no air ventilation it was humid.
The man through her to the ground, and kicked her twice to the side as she coughed outblood. He pulled out a sharp blade and pushed it to her throat, she couldn't make bring herself to make eye contact again, the last time she made eye contact she was unable to sleep.
Instead she covered her face, maybe this was her moment to die she told herself.
The cold blade pushed to her neck, as she accepted death, than the anticipation of unknown, she heard the steel door shut as slowly open her eyes, "was he gone?" no he had to kill me, she screamed.
"Answer me who are you?"
The man stared at her blankly, Angela then pushed him with all her strength but stood still, it was like pushing a large Rock in wet sand. He looked at her silently.
"It is not what you think it is, say something dammit."
The man walked over to the body " what do you think you are doing." Angela insisted.
The man looked at her then sat on his knees, touching the forward of the corpse for eight seconds, "you are a crazy ass old man."
He stood up looked at her and grabbed the corpse by the leg and swung it off the mountain, it was steep down. ."Is this man crazy" he just through a body off the mountain and never uttered a single word. What if he throws her also off the mountain, she better get away from here.
As she was about to run back to the truck he grabbed her from behind and a lifted her like she was a puppet. Angela grabbed her knife and stabbed him in the neck, he immedit let go of her, as she fell into the mud.
Being the fighter she is Angela is not letting him define her fate. He kept his hand to his neck holding his neck, Angela ran over to him and jumped on him stabbing him in the shoulder as he grabbed her by the neck choking her with one hand, the only survival tool she has is the one she is holding in her right hand, Angela blindly stabbed him into the arm and the chest, he fell down to his knees.
Angela had his blood all over her, as he was bleeds out, she stood up straight kicked him in the face, as he cough out bloody falling to the back.
"You piece of shit, I still don't know who you are and what you wanted." he had stopped breathing.
Angela held her neck, it was severely bruised and burning, "what is with these people all out to kill me." never in her life would she have thought she could kill someone.
"I guess this cruel world just brings out the animal instinct in you."
Angela sat in the rain and muddy ground before standing up. Now its a matter of disposing this asshole, who attacked her for no reason.
After dumping the body she sat back in the truck, looking at the bloody messed up stained seats, she would have to get rid of all prints and this vehicle, and the only way to do that would be to let it explode.
She sat back and took a breather, when the thought of her mom crossed her mind. "Mom you left me to deal with all this shit on my own.
Angela had to find that house with the blue fence, this will help her make sense of everything who these people are and why Nicole got kidnapped, there was more to the story than what Jack told her, and she would get to the bottom of it first she needs a car then she can get rid of the truck.
Angela looked around for a car, but there was nothing in sight. She might have to stay overnight in this truck and get rid of it first thing at sunrise.
Angela looked around for a bathroom to wash the blood off her, there was was a tiny toilet, which opposite, but with all there attacks that's took place was she safe to go anywhere.
Her body was aching of pain, and severely bruised.
As she dragged herself to the bathroom, entered the toilet which was messy. Right now she didn't care about the dirty bathroom she looked a mess.
She walked to the corner of the bathroom to wipe her bruises when bending down to wipe her legs she had noticed something on the floor.