Behind Herself BOOK 3

Chapter 2: The Boy in Black

"Shhh, I ain't gonna hurt ya if ya don't scream." A hushed, deep voice says, I mentally freak out, but I manage to keep my cool,
"Now, all I want for ya is what ya got... a'ight?" His accent was... Irish? No.... French? No, no.... I couldn't quite pin this man's accent, but I could tell he was wearing something over his mouth because his voice sounded slightly muffled, his hand slowly creeped down my side, I knew what he was doing, he was trying to get my mind to focus on what he was saying and not doing! Such a freaking perv!! I wiggled my arm out of his grip and plunged my elbow into his gut, causing him to let go with a grunt, falling to one knee.

"You're gonna pay for that."  He growled, I hear him pull something out, but before he could do anything, a voice breaks through the air,

"Wouldn't do that bud." This voice sounded male also, but this voice sounded more upset,

"Who's there!?" The man asked, now seeing the weapon he had, it was a hunting knife... this guy must be a hunter then. My mind told me to run but... something completely new told me to stay.... its.... what's this feeling in my chest that's telling me to stay and figure out whom this voice belongs to?? Is it....

My heart?

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I watched as someone came out of nowhere and lunge at the man who just tried to...... yea... that. I watched as they fought, but the male in all black won, actually killing the man, my eyes widened slightly, I cover my mouth, not wanting to sound afraid of the person who just saved me from such a man... the male stood up, he wore all black except... he had a mask, it was a navy blue with black holes covering where his eyes would be, he quickly put his weapon away, he turned around and I swore, when he looked at me he flinched or almost like he was in total shock, but he put his hands in his pockets,

"You alright... miss?" He asked softly, I hesitate but I nod, "good... if.... if I were you. I'd leave right now...... even though I don't want you to..." I didn't quite catch the last thing he said. I take a step back and turned around but I stopped, a question burning in my head, I slowly turn my head to the killer man, or boy? He was rather tall but.., he sounded around my age.

"W-Whats your.... name?" I asked, for some reason, shyness kicking into my gut, his head quickly snapped towards me, but he sighs,

"Its uh......" he pauses, almost like if he was thinking about even telling me his name, "Jack..." he says quietly, I was barely able to hear him,

"Well... thank you for saving me Jack... I really appreciate it... by the way..." I turn my whole body to face him,
"The names' (Y/n). Thank you. Again." When I said my name I swore I heard a shaky sob, but... it sounded more of a sigh, I couldn't tell,

"That's uh... l-lovely name." He turns around, "you should go now. Before the cops find you here..." he then jumps inhumanly high up to the roof of a building, i nod quickly, running out of the alleyway, 

'did that seriously just happen?!?!?' i scream to myself in my head, i mentally shake my head, 'so... i just came face to face with a serial killer and.... he.... let me go...? WHY!? is he coming to kill me in my sleep tonight?? or will he haunt me- wait, he isn't a ghost, so of course he cant haunt me- oh what am i saying, just knowing he might come after his "witness" of his killing he will most defiantly come after me!' Thinking this i start to panic, i stop just a few feet from my house,

"But... if he does come to kill me in my sleep then.... will he go after mother?" i feel shivers crawl up my spine, i slowly turn my gaze to the forest tree line, seeing him fading into it's darkness. I gulp, "Yep... i ain't livin to see another day." I walk up to my porch and pull out my key to the front door, knowing mom always locks it just in case. I unlock the door, walk in and close it behind me, instantly locking it back up. I turn around and lean against the door, i slide down the door to the floor and pull my knees to my chest, thinking...