Actions and Consequences

that night

It was just another normal night for George, it was about 4pm and he was finally leaving school after being in detention for 2 hours. At this point he could just breathe and would be put in detention. He was pretty hungry so he wanted to get home soon as possible so he could order some pizza and chill out for the night. 

George was finally at the dreaded alleyway. There were rumors a few months back talking about how there was a killer in the shadows of the alleyway but George always knew it was a lie, he went in the alley every day. Except, for he had that small voice in his head, a conscience if you will, and it would tell him that there really was something wrong there.

Now George should've listened to that voice. 

Because that voice, was right. 

George was just doing some quick tricks, just to relieve some stress. But he heard a noise. Now as usual, George though it was some type of animal and thought nothing of it. So he kept skating forward until he heard something behind him. 

He quickly looked back behind him and saw nothing. But when he turned back and started to skate again, he heard something similar to footsteps. After he heard that he picked up his board and bolted. He knew he needed to get out of that alleyway as fast as possible. 

His heartbeat started to speed up, eventually reaching a rapid pace. 

Next thing he knows, there's a chuckle behind him in a very low tone of voice. I turned and saw a man, more like a black shadow figure. But either way they were towering over my 5'9 build, and easily over 6'1. 

Just as creepy George thought the chuckle was, he sounded like he was moving closer to him. But the noise didn't sound like it was behind him. It sounded like the man had moved, and was now in front of him. 

George's thoughts were right once again and the man was in front of him but he spoke the time. 

"You can't go by yourself in an alleyway at night and expect something not to happen to you." As much as he was being creepy and all, his voice was actually pretty calming. 

But that wasn't the priority on George's mind.  He started to back up until there was a large arm wrapping around his waist and he was pulled back to meet a chest. George was originally going to kick and try to get out of the firm grasp, but a cold metal object was held to his throat. 

A knife.  

:notes:

Hello everyone!!

Can't wait to write this and I'm hoping it gets as much support as my other story!!!

I'll probably be uploading every weekend (for sure) and maybe once or twice during the week since I am super busy and i won't know if I have time. 

Just like with "You Can Try" I'm thinking of putting it on ao3 because it reaches people better there!!

-dramatic