Back Again...

Part 3

 

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sorry I havent updated for a while, been working on another story, but SOMEONE... nagged me to continue...

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Annie's POV

The van had got half-way up the path when the man hopped out, with a great big smile on his face, and started walking back down the path.

Towards me.

I noticed he was looking at me. No. He couldn't be. How could he see me? I was hidden. Yes. Hidden.

Nope.

Run.

Just, run.

I'm running, but not in the direction i want to go. Why am i not running towards the gates, why am i running towards the van. Why?

Jake.

He's gaining on me. I must run faster, further, towards Jake. He needs me. I know he does.

I grab onto the handle and pull as hard as I can, it won't budge. I need to get it open. He's laughing.

Why's he laughing?

Then i look down at my hands, Blood. Jakes blood. Fingerprints. My fingerprints. On the handle, covering his.

Damn.

He's stopped. He's walking towards the house. Knowing that i'm doomed. I take my chance and yank on the handle one last time, it swings open. Revealing Jake.

I climb in, trying not to throw up 'coz the stench of dead cows is, well, not pleasent. I grab Jake and gently pull him down, his upper body too weak to support his head, I practically have to drag him out of the van and down the path.

The man's in the window. Laughing again.

What's with him and laughing?

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We're running now. Jake's got his usual strength back and we're running. No idea where. No idea why. Well, there's no chance in us turning back, is there?

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Turning home into our streets now, Jake notices the light in the house next to the bakers was still on.

Jake's POV

I chose this, not only as a chance to hide, but as a chance to investigate into why the light was on. (I'm a bit of a detective at heart).

We crept round to the back and slowly pushed the door open Annie was about to yell to see whether anyone was home, I soon stopped her, if anyone dangerous was here then we wouldnt just hand ourselves over to them.

As we climbed the stairs someone must have heard us, the door opened- flooding us with light, we lay flat on the twisted stairs, laying still and low. The door closed once more so we advanced once more.

They had spotted us.

Whoops.

Running again, once more. This time down stairs, constantly tripping over. tumbling down. Climbing up again. Running.

Annie's POV

I swear it was the same man. I couldnt get a clear look at his face but I swear it was. But- how?

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Thanks for reading! thought i'd leave it on a cliff-hanger for you, leave comments if theres anything you didnt like! <3xx