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        “A North- American serial killer has escaped prison, and is thought to be somewhere in Mundare, Alberta. He is a ginger male, six feet tall, and has a gang who is with him.” I reached over to pet my cat, Fat Louie.  “Hey, Louie. We aren’t going to let the mean man from the news get us, right?” I talked to him in my Fat Louie voice. He purred on me. “Ok, that’s good.”

       Then the window shattered. Letting go of Louie, I yelled out and ran up the short flight of stairs and slid under the bed. Somehow, the man was much faster than I was. It was as if he had known the inside of this house.

       His ice cold hands wrapped around the skinny base of my bony ankles, and he dragged me out. He was strong, so strong. I didn’t notice him before, but there was more than one man, and the other had a baseball bat. I screamed, loud and clear. I don’t know why. No one would be able to hear me. As I was dragged across the carpet, I felt a lump in my back pocket. My phone! A wicked smile spread across my face, even as I watched the bat come in contact with my nose. “I’ve been waiting to do this to you for a long time.” He hissed the words into my face. Don’t let them know I’m weak. Don’t show it. Even through the pain of the smashed nose, I kept that wicked smile glued to my face. Don’t show it! I kicked the one that was pinning me down hard in the chest as the bat came down again. I swung myself to the side, dodging the bat. I got up as the ginger let go of my legs, and kicked the brunette, who would be cute if he wasn’t trying to kill me, in the teeth.

      Wack! That was the sound of the bat coming in contact with the back of my head. It was the ginger, I saw him mimicking my smile as the edges of black blurred my vision, and I saw him as I fell to the floor.

      I awoke in a dank, moist room with sweat trickling down my body. I couldn’t see anything, except than a faint glow coming from beneath a door on the far side of the room. The door opened, letting in light. I saw the room, indulging it as fast as I possibly could. I wasn’t the only one. There were women, mostly pregnant, and all were skin and bones. They looked like they hadn’t eaten in a long time. Then it is dark again. The man, who resembled the brunette, but he was blond and had gray eyes, scanned the room. His eyes went over me, and then flickered back.

         “Jess, you’re the new one. I heard you put up quite the little fight there. I just wanted you to know there is no point in fighting us anymore, because we will shoot you. You are only here to be our little… breeder.” A grin flashed on his face. “We will get you knocked up, and we will sell your babies.” The grin returned, and he spun to walk away, out the door. “You’re uneducated, aren’t you? Knocked up? These monsters took you in, when no one else would, didn’t they? Now you spend your life kidnapping, molesting, and haunting these women’s nightmares, am I right?” I state, matter- of – factly. He scowled, and I could tell I was getting to him. “Go now, and live your miserable life. You will pay for this, I can tell you that. I am done talking to you; I don’t want to see you.” I said, as If I was passing him by. He looked shocked. “The nerve you have, telling me what to do, even though your life is in my hands” he retorted. “We will see about that” I responded, calmly. How on earth am I so calm at a time like this? He walked away at that comment, closing the door, leaving us in complete silence.

       Drip. Drip. There must be a tap somewhere or something like that. This isn’t all that bad, I guess. I mean, it could be worse. I grab the phone out of my back pocket. It’s almost dead. If I have to use it, it will have to be quick. I turn it off. I begin to look for something to do. If I don’t keep my mind busy, I will drive myself insane. I count how many women there are. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. And six, seven, eight, nine, ten. Oh, that was short lived. Ok then. It’s amusing how bored you could be during a crisis like this. I stand up. Why am I the only one who isn’t in handcuffs here? I guess I will soon find out.

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