Town Slayer

Trying to Survive

Summary
After being beaten by her husband, Janet finds him bleeding on their front room floor. With the evidence piling against her; she was holding a bloody bat and was covered in blood when the EMT's walked in, the cops accused her of murder. Frightened she runs.
She gets a ride out of town from a truck driver named Sam, claiming her name is Jackie
Seeing the blood on her dress, he holds her at gunpoint, demanding an explanation.
Believing her story, Sam takes Jackie to a truck stop so she can get cleaned up. Seeing a news bulletin on the TV about her being a murder suspect Sam leaves.
Jackie finds out she's been abandoned and then sees the bulletin on the TV. She runs to the bathroom grabbing hair dye and scissors on the way.
The assassin is about to kill Steve when she discovers he murdered her friend.
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The light swings back and forth as she stares at her friend's pale, battered face in disbelief. The barn door slams closed bringing her out of a trance-like state. The assassin looks up at Steve as tears stream from her hazel eyes. "You killed her," she screams, glaring at the vile man standing in front of her.

"Yeah, and you're next," he grumbles, stomping towards her.

"I'm not weak like Beth," she says, wiping tears from her face. Jumping to her feet, she swings her crowbar around. It pings against his skull.

Blood gushes from his head as he staggers towards her.

She raises her crowbar again. "Come on you piece of shit show me what you've got." Adrenaline rushes through her as she takes a stance.

"You bitch," he yells, charging towards her.

She swings again. He falls to the floor. "You're not going to let a little girl beat you, are you, Steve?"

He's lying on the ground holding his aching head.

"Come on, get up, try it again."

The room spins all around him and soon becomes a big blur. He shakes his head, trying to regain his bearings. Blood continues to pour down his shirt.

"Come on tough guy, get up, show me what you've got." She kicks the bottom of his shoes. "I said get up." She slams her crowbar down beside him, he flinches. "Two whacks is all it takes to knock your fat ass out? You're more of a weakling than I thought."

"I'll show you weak," he says, struggling to get off the floor.

"Come on you panty waste get up, show me what you're made of." She runs to where she was standing and unwinds rope from a metal hook. "Come and get me, lard ass," she yells as she continues to unravel the cable.

"I'm going to kill you, bitch," he says, as he stumbles towards her.

"That's it, big man, show me how tough you really are." When he is arm's length away, she lets go of the thick twine. There's a high-pitched whoosh as it flies towards the ceiling. "Look," she points towards the roof.

He sees a bag of feed spiraling towards him. He tries to dodge out of the way. The object catches his shoulder; he tumbles to the ground.

She runs over to check on him. Unconscious, but breathing just like I'd planned. She grabs the loose cord and starts to bind his hands and feet. You're going to rue the day you ever met me. She thinks as she pulls the ropes tighter.

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A short while later, the now redheaded Janet slips into the early morning sun.

I need to find a way out of here. She searches the parking lot for potential rides. She sees a repulsive looking truck driver in the corner of the lot. She's normally wary about such a devious character, but he seems to be her only option. Against her better judgment, she nervously walks towards him. "Hey mister, can I get a lift?" she asks.