Don't Look in the Basement

Chapter 10

I had some trouble writing this chapter :P I've been suffering from a bit of writer's block lately, but hopefully this chapter doesn't completely suck! As usual thanks to everyone who had voted or commented! It seriously makes my day and motivates me further!  I always appreciate feedback! :) 

       The echo of shots being fired,still rang in my ears as I stumbled and ran past the trees. Even though Henry had told me to run,more than anything I wanted to go back and help him. Yet, something in my mind told me that he wanted me to go and get somewhere safe. The problem was there was no place safe in this forest. Safe was miles away from here. My best bet would be to find Henry's car and go find help. That was the motivation that kept me going.

     Alice. Jacob's voice started speaking in my head again and I looked behind me to find that he wasn't chasing me. Yet. Stop running now, and maybe I can refrain from breaking every bone in your body when I get my hands on you.

        His voice sounded bored,yet agitated, with a hint of sarcasm thrown into the mix. It pretty much summed up his entire personality along with the craziness in his brain. Not only was I scared, but I was starting to get pretty mad. He had kidnapped me,threatened to kill both me and my parents,he had attacked Henry, and he treated his own brother like his slave and had him practically brainwashed. So I decided to answer him with a little message of my own,which consisted of the mental image of my middle finger. I knew he had gotten the picture, because his next sentence started along the lines of You little b- ,before I I blocked him out of my mind completely. It didn't take a genius to figure out what he was going to finish saying. Feeling somewhat satisfied with my response, I couldn't help but smile a bit as I ran.

     Just as I was starting to run out of energy, I spotted something red. As I got closer, I saw it was a truck. I was pretty sure that it was Henry's and I half limped,half ran to it, feeling excited. Even more exciting, there was a road behind it that I was certain led back into town. Once I got to the driver's side door, I started tugging on the frozen handle frantically,fearing that it was locked,until I yanked it open. I practically threw myself inside and landed on the cold leather seat, before pulling the door shut behind me. The next thing I did was press the button to lock all of the doors. I had seen enough horror movies and thrillers to know that it was pretty important that I did that first before looking for the key. The problem was when I started looking for it,the key was nowhere in sight.

    It wasn't still in the ignition. It wasn't anywhere on the dashboard or under the floor mat. I pulled down the visor and it didn't come sliding out like it did in the movies. I started looking through the glove compartment,digging through manuals,registration and insurance documents, but there was nothing. That's when I noticed the gun sitting on the passenger seat. It was a handgun,like the one Henry had pulled out of his coat. Hesitantly, I reached over and picked it up. It was small and black, with Smith & Wesson printed on the barrel next to the trigger. I had never used a gun in my life and I didn't really want to use one now,but it was starting to look like a probable option that I would need to use it.

       I thought about getting into the back of the car and hiding,but looking out the window I saw it was too late. Jacob was walking slowly to the truck and he did not look happy. He had a look on his face that told me he was going to enjoy breaking all of my bones if he had the chance. I had to think fast,so when he was still a few feet away, I unlocked the door and stepped down out of the truck,with the gun raised. Even if it wasn't loaded, I could still bluff.

"Don't move." Somehow the words came out of my mouth and I sounded confidant,serious and above all, calm.

     He stopped five feet away and crossed his arms over his chest. I noticed a dark stain spreading on his blue shirt above his right shoulder. Henry must have got him. Good for him. It didn't seem to bother him very much I noticed, as he stood there glaring at me. If looks could kill, I would be dead ten times over. I was being careful not to look into his eyes too much, I still remembered that he could compel me.