I don't remember falling asleep or even drifting off, but I do remember what woke me up. A ground-shaking, bone-rattling, earth shattering explosion rocked my prison. The lightbulb began to swing widely as dirt and rocks flaked from the ceiling. I yelped as a daggered stone sliced my calf open on its descent, leaving a deep, jagged gash.
Red blood pooled between my fingers while the other hand clenched the gun until the knuckles turned white. The rumbling went as quickly as it came, taking with it my courageous plan to shoot my way out. I dropped the gun, tearing at the hem of my shirt to make a bandage.
I choked down a scream as I pulled the material tight. I felt myself beginning to slip back into the sweet bliss of unconsciousness; using all of my strength left, I kept it at bay. My breath came in heavy pants and I thought of River, her medical training. She would know what to do.
My heart lept into my throat as the locked clicked, but this time I was ready, I had a weapon and I would shoot anything that came through the doorway.
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The Serial Killers (Complete)
Mystery / ThrillerThat's when I saw him. A man, who was clearly a man, stood hidden partially by a tree, the midafternoon sun silhouetting him. His face was covered by a burlap sack with holes for eyes and a dripping black line where the mouth would be. Below that he...
