POV #1
I can’t run anymore. I’m getting so tired. I have been running from whoever this is for about 20 minutes. I’ve probably ran about 3 or 4 miles. On the bright side I’m going to get into good shape.
I’m dodging trees and cutting sharp turns. I’m pretty sure I am going to pass out soon. As I head around a huge tree, I hear a thud. I ignore it and keep running. After about 20 seconds, I decide to look back. To my surprise no one is there.
For some reason I am still running. As I turn my gaze back to in front of me, someone is stopped right there. I run into them with a loud OOF! I fall to the ground and hit my head on something hard. Im un-conscious…
As I am lying there, I have a dream, not so much a dream but a flash back. My mind goes over all the events that happened before this wild goose chase, which I played the goose in.
I was walking through town, looking for the grocery store. The streets are pretty empty except for a few old people, oh those morning birds. As I am walking down Crawford Ave. I hear footsteps, too fast to be the senior citizens. I look back and see someone in a black hoodie behind me.
My mind thinks, he cant be following me. This is Washington, nothing happens here. I finally find the grocery store and head in… after about 10 minutes of shopping, i look around and see that guy. I quickly check out and head out the door. Wen im 20 feet away from the store, I look back again and he is still following me. Now I am worried.
I start to walk a little faster, I turn onto different streets, and he is still right behind me. Finally I start running. I drop the bags and book it. The forest opening is up ahead. I dart into it, but not before looking back and seeing him running just as fast.
That’s how all this happened. I am in Whitman, Washington visiting my aunt and uncle for christmas break like i always do. Its been pretty calm, but now... im worried. The person I ran into, wasn’t the guy who was chasing me. This person was taller and more muscular.
Finally i sart seeing light. i open my eyes and have to adjust to the bright light on the top of the ceiling. im in a room with one very small window. There is a bed, a dresser, and a closet. This is the life i am used to... POOR
I hear a voice come from behind me
"Look who woke up?"
"W-who are you?" i say nervous
"the name's Jackson. That one over there is Becker."
i look over to the corner and see yet another guy in a black hoodie hunched against the wall.
"ok, so who are you guys?"
"whoah whoah. dont you wanna tell us who you are?"
"I'm Kirsten. Answer my question."
"cool your tits" Becker said from the corner
"excuse you?" i said offended
"Becker, calm down. Look he is just PMSing. We were hired by your parents."
"what do you mean hired by my parents?"
"look, they arent who you think they are. they were in a lot of trouble with the mob. They knew that they would eventually come for you, so they hired us to keep an eye on you about 1 month ago,"
"so you were the one following me?"
"no, that was Stefan. He works for Vinny, the leader of the mob. They came after you because... ummm. i just cant say this."
"THEY KILLED YOUR PARENTS!!!" Becker yelled
"Wait... WHAT!?!?!"
POV #2
"ahhhh home sweet home." my dad says as we walk into our new house
"there is nothing sweet about this." my old house in Jersey was beautiful; right on the beach, 2 stories with a basement used as a mini movie theatre. This house is only 2 stories, and the 2nd floor is 1 room!!! the bottom is 2 rooms, 1 bathroom, 1 kitchen, 1 study and 1 living room.
"Brooke, please baby. try to make the best of this." my mom said coming in behind us
"NO! i will not! its not my fault dad had to see some mob guy kill 2 people!"
"its not his fault either!" my brother Logan said popping his head out of his room.
"Shut up Logan!"
"Watch it!" my dad yelled
"OK EVERYONE CALM DOWN!" my mom yelled
i stormed off into my room and slammed the door. the best thing about my room is that there is one huge window that opens up to the front of the house. i can see everything going on outside.
I open up the curtains and the sun comes shining in. i sigh and sit down on my bed, grab my drawing pad, and sketch what i see.
As i am drawing the front lawn, some guy comes and stands right in front, blocking my view. I open up my window and yell out
"HEY! excuse me! can you please not stand there! im trying to draw the landscape."
he turns around and is GORGEOUS!
"oh um, im sorry... your an artist?" he says slowly walking up to the window.
"no, i just like drawing"
"well can i see what you have so far?"
"well its not much but-"
"wow this is great! oh im Greyson by the way."
"Brooke."
"well, Brooke. You have an amazing gift. ill go and let you get back to it."
"wait! here take my number. im new here and could use a tour guide." i said with a smile
"no problem, have a nice day"
as i watch him walk away, all i can think is DAMN! niice ass
not even 30 seconds after he is out of sight i get a txt.
tour guide reporting for duty
I guess this town isnt so bad ;)
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Running Wild
Mystery / ThrillerKirsten and Brooke have no knowledge of the other's existence... Yet. Somehow they are connected by a murder and have to avoid being caught themselves as they try to restore order to their lives. Kirsten, who just found her parents were killed has t...
