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.
****
'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.