***Jen's Point Of View***
I had been searching through cupboards for close to a half hour. I had no luck in finding anything. It was honestly so heartbreaking. I ended up just sitting down and resting for a little while. "I can't go back empty handed..." I whimpered, "I'll never get to go on a mission alone, I'll be bumped back down to training class again..." I held my hands over my fave, sighing loudly. It was so frustrating.
I couldn't possibly go back to the office with Clues that no one needed, let alone face Alec. I looked around, trying to figure out if there was anything I missed, but I was far too tired to stand up. Just as I was about to give up, I heard a thumping sound. I quickly looked up and saw the biggest, ugliest, and probably thickest skinned monster in the park.
It had to be at least Eight feet tall, and it looked like it was obese. Not morbidly, but still bigger than the human standard for health. It's eyes were completely black and soulless, like a dolls eyes coated with fresh paint. It had short, messy, tangled brown hair that seemed like it had been in the mud for a couple of hours. It's mouth had stitches on the bottom lip, as if it had needed to fix it after an injury. And it wore a filthy, bloody, apron and gloves along with grey pants and brown boots. I needed to scream but I was scared, o tried to fire my gun but I guess the last of my bullets had been used on that nasty lady monster.
I quickly got up and ran as fast as my tired legs would allow. I held my body upright as I ran to avoid falling. I could hear the monster following close behind, it's footsteps were heavy and rattling. I managed to get out of the truck but the monster continued to follow me as I ran through the park. A thousand thoughts ran through my head as I ran in winding lines around tents and games.
'Maybe Alec will have extra ammo for the guns on him'
'Maybe the monster will lose me if I turn this way'
'Death is still a remaining option at this point in time, Jenny'
I felt my heart pounding in my chest as I ran, my legs couldn't stop running no matter how tired I was. My breaths were short and rushed. I couldn't do this, I just couldn't. I wasn't going to make it out alive, I just knew it. I would either get mauled by that beast or drop dead from heart palpitations. This entire thing here, this whole thing just wasn't what I wanted to happen. I wanted to do something great, not die while running from a disgusting, fugly monster.
I couldn't run anymore after awhile. My chest felt tight and my body was overheating, I grew slower and slower before by body began to lean forward. I tried to force myself to run a bit more but began to cough, leaning against an old 'Duck Hunt' stand. I tried to walk, but I collapsed to my knees. I looked behind me, the monster only yards away from me. I wanted to scream but my throat felt scratchy and sore. I gasped for air and my vision grew blurry, my body began to lean forward. I looked behind myself once more, monster was even closer.
And before I knew it...
I collapsed on the cold hard ground.
How quaint.
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Carnival Of Terrors
عاطفيةYou've heard of stories about girls that fall for monster boys and then the boy gives up on evil for her, and she leaves her normal life for him, right? this is not one of those stories. Jen works for the FBI's missing persons program. She and her p...