The Lost Princess

Chapter 3

Running from car to car in the sheer darkness isn't exactly an easy task.

Might I add, running with a crazy homicidal killer following me.

My shallow breathing and glowing scar isn't helping to hide myself either, but that doesn't matter.

I need to get to the front car, that's the only one that locks up. I'll phone for help and hopefully live to tell my friends that they were damn right!

I watched and listen to dozens of people die right in front of me tonight, and I don't wanna join them. 

"Wait, stop! Please...don't make me chase you, I'm not in the mood." He calls after me and he follows me throughout he pitch black cars. I finally realize that he's not even opening the doors, he's blatantly going through the doors, ripping them off of the hinges and tossing them behind him like paper.

Why does he sound so desperate to kill me?!

I finally come to the realization that there's a 99 percent chance that I was going to die tonight.

I began sobbing as I ran, which only made this guy plead more and run faster after me.

Wow, he has a real urgency to kill one last person for the night. Crazy bastards.

I make it to what I think is the first car and lock the door frantically behind me.

'If he was ripping open the doors before, what makes you think a lock can hold him back?'

Dammit, inner voice, you always fuck up my plans with logic!

On queue, the man rips the door away easily and stops in the doorway. I shuffle to the other side of the car and attempt to control my sobs and breathing.

"Seriously, stop running, you're annoying me." He says with wit, stepping towards me with annoyance in each step.

I bury myself deep in the corner and begin to just, well....cry.

He slowly makes his way over and kneels down in front of my curled body.

"P-please. Don't kill me. I won't tell anyone what you did, just please let me--" he interrupted me by grabbing my hand with the glowing scar. His very touch makes the red stinging pain it once held fade away instantly. His face gets really close to mine, and the lights come on suddenly. I realize, it's the beautiful, dark, brooding man with the green eyes that I had seen before.

"Hey, Francesca." he says, a mischievous grin curling up on his lips.

I felt slightly warmed inside at the sight of him, and then my thoughts slipped back into sanity and I retreated my hand from his.

"How do you know my name?"

He looked shocked that I had even spoken, but he quickly responds.

"I can't believe I found you, after all this damn time.." he says in disbelief, "And even more annoying than I remember."

He reaches towards my face again and I stumble over to the other side of the car, hiding behind one of the seats.

This killer really thinks i'm gonna let him caress my damn cheek and reminisce on weirds psychopathic dreams where he's seen me before?

Invalid, try again.

He turns and stands up, coming for me again. He sees more tears fall from my eyes again as I pray for my well-being, and he stops.

"I will keep my distance until you understand, but you have to come with me." He says.

I wipe a few tears away.

"So you can snap my neck like a twig, then brag about it to your friends back there?" I ask, voice trembling.

His friends must have been close by, because they came bursting into the car right after the words spilled from my shaking lips. They took one look at the man, he nodded towards me.

I froze as they directed their gaze towards me, and then....kneeled, bowing their heads in obedience. Alright, what the fuck.

"She's returned. 19 years later, she's finally freaking returned!" The beautiful man claps, and that's when i notice his hand. 

An identical scar to mine.

"Finally..." he mumbles annoyed under his breath.