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SAMARA THE SWEET MURDERER

CHAPTER 33 - SAMARA THE SWEET MURDERER

A look of terror erupted on Samara's face as she swiftly spun around. Following her lead I spun towards the car and caught a glimpse of the tall dark haired man as he spotted us before he dashed hurriedly out of sight.

"Come on Jacob!" Samara urged glancing back at me mid-run. We sprinted to the car at the bottom of the hill. Samara having reached the car first, opened the driver's door and slid across the bench seat waving her hand frantically at me.

"Quickly Jacob!" she shouted as she practically pulled me into the car whilst turning the engine on before huddling herself back down into her protective position against the near-absent sun.

As I drove the car away from the village and steered around the first of the cliff-side bends, I chuckled loudly at the small rush of adrenaline I'd just experienced."You know he's not following us..."

"...so who's that following us then?" Samara scoffed from her lap as she remained bent over in her seat, protected from the sun.

"Huh?" I gasped confusedly; darting my eyes to the rear view mirror I spotted a brief glimpse of a dust covered pickup truck before it disappeared as we took another corner at a quickened pace. "Where the hell did he come from?" Pushing the gas pedal hard against the floor, the rear wheels suddenly broke traction and the tail of the Mercedes kicked out sideways. Struggling to keep the car under control and from careering off the cliff, the pickup reappeared in the mirror and it had appeared to have closed the gap – it was now only yards behind us. Glancing despairingly at Samara with a hope that she'd have an escape route planned out, she gazed back at me with a look of frustration as if she was trying to tell me to hurry up and she then swiftly sat upright in her seat.

"Stop the car Jacob, or he's going to run us off the cliff!" she said abruptly.

Before the brakes had had a chance to slow the car down noticeably, the dusty truck smashed into the rear of the Mercedes, jolting me violently forward in my seat towards the windshield. The car then spun forcibly around for what seemed like forever before resting driver-side facing the pickup which now sat between us and the cliff's edge.

Short bursts of gunfire suddenly clapped from within the truck and I froze, stricken with disbelief at the scene that was unfolding before me. I watched hazily as the terrorist inside the vehicle continued to shoot at us while he opened the truck door to advance; his bullets seemed to pierce effortlessly through the car windows, only narrowly missing our heads.

"Put your head down!" Samara screamed as she shoved my head below the window line for cover. Unexpectedly she then covertly slid out of the car and out of my now very limited sight.

"Samara...no!" I screamed above the clapping of the gunfire but too petrified to move an inch. "You'll be killed!"

But in a flash of time later, the firing ceased and was replaced with a loud pathetic whimpering noise, like one a dog would make after it'd been punished severely by its owner. Mustering up a mere ounce of courage, I poked my head up and peered cautiously out of the shattered window. To my utter bewilderment, I saw the legs of the terrorist being dragged lifelessly behind the truck until only his feet remained visible. Above the sound of the idling vehicles and the gentle waves below, the gnashing sound of bones grinding together sickened me as the terrorist's boots then twitched in a rocking motion.

"Sa – Samara?" I gasped out weakly and the gnashing noise suddenly stopped along with the movement of the terrorist's feet. "Are you okay?"

Then as though the terrorist was being handled by a strong man, I saw his feet roll swiftly, then roll again, until they disappeared off the cliff face. Frantically, I jumped out of the car and rushed around to the pickup truck where Samara was kneeling on the ground, her face bowed downwards, concealed by her large hood.