Sweet Serial Killer (On Hold)

Chapter 3- Great Escape

I wake up. I find myself in a backseat of a car. My hand and legs are tied together. My mouth is covered with duck tape.

I start to move around, trying to get the rope untied from my feet.

I try to scream, but all you hear is a muffled voice.

I sit up. I look around and The Killer (yea I named him the killer. Very original I know.. I'll find a better one later) is driving the car. I move my tied hands up to my mouth and rip the duck tape off.

"Ow" I say quietly, while I rub my mouth.

"Ha you are a smart one. Most people don't think to do that" I scowl at him.

If this guy didn't tie my hands together I would've chocked his little cute head off.

Yeah, I call him cute. His looks are gorgeous but his personality is well, evil.

I move my tied hands over to him and hit him up side the head.

It's probably not a good idea.. But I might die anyway.

 "Yea and I bet no one has ever thought to do that either huh" I say to him.

"You better watch it" he says scowling at me from the mirror.

I roll my eyes and chuckle.

"What are you going to do shoot me. I already accepted my future. So you should just do it now. But not in the head.. Do it in the stomach or something" I say.

I didn't really accept my future. I just want to stall this guy while I think of a escape plan. There is no point in crying, because that won't save my ass.

"Really. You will go out that easily. Maybe you aren't that smart" he says with raised eyebrows.

I look over to the door. Unlocked. Going 55 miles per hour. Ok if this is kidnapping we should be going faster.

I'll take my chances.

I move my tied hand over to the door and open it. I fly out and land on the ground.

'Dang that fucking hurt. But no time for thinking.'

I get up and look over at the car. It's still driving. Haha sucker.

I start running down the street. My back is hurting, but it doesn't matter. It only feels bruised.

I pick up my speed when I see headlights coming from behind be.

Who am I kidding, I can't out run a car. I stop running.

I look over and its The killers car.

'Great.'

He stops on the side of the road and gets outs.

He stands in front of me.

"I bet no one was ever smart to do that huh" I start to awkwardly laugh.

"No" he picks me up over my shoulder and put me in the front seat.

He buckles me in and goes to the driver seat and starts the car.

"Why would you jump out of my car. Run. Then stop. You practically did that for nothing"

"Well...that was part of my bucket list. Since I'm going to die and all"

Not really, if anything that would be far from my bucket list.

"You aren't going to die" he says with no emotion on his face.

"But you are the serial killer. Right?"

He looks at me then back at the road.

"Kind of" he says.

I look at the road and see many policeman surrounding the city. They weren't lying when they said that.

"Why are you doing this. This is like a death wish if you go any closer" I say while looking at my ticket home.

"Not exactly" he says with a smirk.

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Yeah I haven't made a new chapter in a loooooooooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnng time. sorry about that.

I just had horrible writer block and though about deleting this story, but I missed writing and I was grateful I didn't delete this story.  So I am going to try not to write a new chapter after like 3 months. SOOOOOOO I apologize.

I hope some of you are still reading this story.

PS: Sorry fir the short chapter, I swear the next one will be longer.