"STOP!... I SAID FUCKING STOP RUNNING!" Chris yelled, his voice ragged as he chased Heather down the sidewalk away from the school. His lungs burned with every ragged breath, his feet pounding a frantic rhythm on the pavement.
He couldn't believe something like this happened to Emma right in front of his eyes. He refused to let this girl get away with hurting his friend. He would catch her if it was the last thing he ever did. Heather pushed past a group of kids, their startled screams echoing behind her. She grabbed a little boy and held the broken, jagged edge of the bottle against his throat.
"To think I thought you were cute!" she shrieked, her voice laced with a deranged amusement. She dug the glass slightly into the boy's neck, making him and his friends cry out in terror.
His friends begged her to let him go. Chris stopped a few feet in front of them, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. He held his hands out, his voice low and calm despite his panic. "Woah, woah, woah, let the kid go."
She smiled, a twisted, joyful expression, pulling the little boy closer. Chris slowly walked forward, his mind racing. He didn't want to do anything to make her hurt the child.
"Or what? Hmm? I'm not going to jail! Get me if you can!" she yelled, her eyes wild. She suddenly released the boy, shoving him hard against Chris. The boy fell into Chris's chest. Chris's eyes darted past him, seeing Heather dart into a dark alleyway.
"It's okay. You're okay now," Chris said softly, his voice trembling. The little boy was sobbing loudly, shaking with fear. A thin line of blood trickled down his neck. Chris couldn't tell if it was his blood or Emma's. The boy's friends rushed to his side, hugging him and checking for injuries. "Call the police, kids! Get your friend to a doctor!" Chris said before he took off, sprinting down the alley after Heather.
Heather stopped running when she was met with the cold, dead end of a brick wall. "Fuck..." she spat, punching the rough wall with one hand, the other still clenching the shattered bottle. She turned to face Chris, her lips curled into a manic grin. She twirled in a slow circle, her shimmering purple dress a dark blur in the dim light, as if waiting for him to catch up.
"You're not going anywhere," he said, breathing hard. He didn't know exactly what he would do, but he was going to make sure she faced justice. He hoped the kids were already calling the police.
She just continued to smile, her wild hair a dark cloud around her face, the broken bottle in her hand dripping with dried blood.
"Well... that was fun and all, but I think it's time we end this," she said, her voice dropping to a low, menacing purr. As he walked closer, she held her hands up in a fighting stance, the light catching the razor-sharp edges of the glass. "Come get some, pretty boy."
His eyes widened as she swung the bottle in a vicious arc, the broken glass whistling past his face. He stumbled back, which only made her smile widen.
"I'm not about to hit a girl. Just come with me and turn yourself in. Enough is enough," he said in an annoyed voice. She might think this was a game, but his friend was bleeding somewhere, and he didn't have time for her psycho shit.
Her smile fell, replaced by a sudden, terrifying stillness. She tilted her head slightly. "Oh, I see. You think I'm fucking around... that this is some game? Well, I'll tell you one thing, you're about to die right here in this alley, and that's a fact."
Chris swallowed hard, the cold dread turning to ice in his stomach.
The sudden seriousness on her face made his blood run cold. She found a sick humor in his fear. "What's wrong? Afraid to die?" She lunged, punching him hard in the nose, and he heard a sickening crack.
Chris screamed, a hot, wet rush of blood immediately dripping from his nose. He instinctively covered his face with his hands, his back hitting the cold brick wall. He pulled his hands back, looking at the bright red blood covering his palms, a stark contrast to the black of his suit. He met her eyes, and the sheer, unfiltered hate he saw there made him realize she was deadly serious about killing him "I see you finally realize... I'm a killer, baby."
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Romance***** Emma Pear knew she wasn't the most popular girl in high school. Her nose was usually buried in a textbook, and her grades were as spotless as her reputation for always following the rules. "Nerd" was a label she'd long since embraced. Her pare...
