Found Obsession

Chapter 36: Special Chapter! Emma Trevor

"No, no! Don't touch me!" Mikaela cried out, her voice trembling as two men pinned her down.

"No!" she screamed, panic rising within her as they attempted to rip her jeans. But in the blink of an eye, the men collapsed, blood spraying from their throats. Her eyes widened in horror as she witnessed their suffering.

Trembling, she sought cover, her hands shielding her face, when a man dressed in black appeared beside her, his mask fully black.

"No..." she whispered in fear.

He stepped back, grabbing the foot of one of the fallen men and dragging him away. Mikaela watched in a mix of terror and disbelief as blood pooled on the floor, staining the ground. She stood frozen, her heart racing, as he pulled the bodies into the darkness, her breath hitching in shock and fear.

For some reason, she found herself standing and wandering closer. He leaned against the wall, the flickering lights casting shadows across his covered figure, obscuring his features behind a mask.

Goosebumps prickled her skin as the reality of the situation sank in.

"Thank you," she stammered, her voice shaky. "Thank you."

She would have been-

"I work multiple jobs to pay for school and my grandpa's treatment," she blurted out, feeling the need to explain why she was crossing these alleys late at night. "I'm an immigrant," she added, her voice quivering as she confessed her circumstances.

Suddenly, a car rushed by, startling her and making her flinch. When she turned back to thank him again, the man had vanished into the night.

Gathering her courage, Emma turned on her heel and hurried away from the alley, her legs feeling like jelly beneath her. Every shadow seemed to move, and every sound made her jump. She didn't know who the man was or why he had helped her, but she knew one thing for sure: she would never forget those cold, flickering lights and the ghostly figure that had disappeared into the night.

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The next night, Mikaela found herself drawn to the alley, a mix of fear and curiosity propelling her forward, though she couldn't quite understand why. She retraced her steps, heart racing as she arrived at the place where she had last seen him.

"Pss." she called out, her voice barely above a whisper. "Are you here?"

Feeling foolish for calling out into the darkness, she was about to turn and leave when she stumbled into someone. Her heart leaped as she looked up to find the same masked man standing before her.

Instinctively, she sank to the ground, fear gripping her. But instead of attacking her, he extended a gloved hand, offering her a newspaper. With trembling fingers, she accepted it, her breath hitching as she scanned the page and found a listing for a night janitor job.

"I'm an immigrant," she repeated, clutching her sweater tighter against the cold, feeling vulnerable yet strangely comforted by his presence.

The man then dropped a few plastic cards at her feet. As she stretched to pick them up, she turned back to him, but he had vanished into thin air.

Mikaela looked around, disoriented. "Gone," she whispered to herself.

When she glanced back at the cards, her heart raced. Written on them were a name, "Emma Trevor," and her picture.

She searched around.

How?

She ran home spooked.

After a few days Mikaela still stared at the job offer and the fake identity, uncertainty swirling in her mind. What if she got caught? The thought sent a shiver down her spine, but she couldn't shake the feeling that this was her only chance.