The fire within

Part 4 - Heated

I heard the wailing of police sirens nearby, and decided to see what was going on. A bit further up the street from me was a crowd of people and some police cars. I saw police officers, and interviewers, and an ambulance. At the looks of things, the situation had attracted people passing by and groups of random citizens. It looked pretty chaotic.

"Excuse me officer?" I asked, once I had managed to push through the waves of people. He turned as he heard my voice. "You're not looking for an interview are you miss?"

"No sir, I was just wondering if you could tell me what's going on," I said.

"Well, a criminal has recently escaped from jail. He is now on the run," the police officer explained.

"Now, I need to go," he continued. "Go home miss. You should stay indoors until we've captured this guy. He's dangerous, he's already killed since he escaped," the cop warned. I nodded and turned to leave just before a different police officer told everyone that they should go home, for they're safety.

Where should I go? What if this man gets me? Will he kill me? I should go back to Jamie's. I didn't want to see him at the moment, but I didn't have any other options. I started walking back the way I'd come. I wondered what the time was, it looked to be late evening. Everything was silent except for the crunch of snow beneath my feet for a long while. I was nearly at Jamie's when I heard something, I stopped moving and stood still to make sure I wasn't imagining it. I thought I might've, but then I heard it again. I wasn't sure what the sound was, but I definitely heard it. I couldn't explain the sound, but it was there.

"Hello?" I called nervously. "Who's there?" Nothing. The silence was eerie. A hand crept around my mouth before I knew it. I tried to scream but my voice was muffled. My attacker was so strong.

I kicked and struggled but he kept his grip. He was dragging me. I fumbled around in my pocket for something I could use to protect myself, I found a pencil. It must've been Jamie's. I took it out and stabbed his hand with the sharp led. He pulled his hand back and I took my chance to bolt. I ran as fast as I could but he caught me. He pulled out a knife! He came at me, and pulled me in a headlock. I screamed, hoping someone would hear me. The knife was so close to me now. My breath caught in my chest as he stabbed me. It missed my body by an inch but it pinned me to the ground. I struggled to free myself. "Stop, stop, please!" I screamed helplessly.

I was trapped, pinned to the cold ground. He was right beside me, he was going to kill me. "What do you want from me?" I asked panically. He acted as if I hadn't said anything. He picked up the knife that was next to me and ripped into my skin at the arm. I squealed in pain. I didn't know what to do, I had to think of something. "What's that over there?" I said, pointing. He looked in the direction I was pointing (the oldest trick in the book) and, while he wasn't looking, I kicked him as hard as I could. He shrunk back in pain. I saw my chance and I took it. I scrambled to my feet and ran from him. I couldn't outrun him. He threw himself at me and tackled me to the ground.

"Let go of me!" I shouted at him. At that moment, I heard the sound of sirens in the distance. My attacker disappeared once he heard the sirens, leaving me lying in the snow. I had blood on my hands from my wounds that really hurt. I couldn't move and I hurt. I grunted in pain when I sat myself up. I was still bleeding, I realised. Why hadn't it stopped. I stood up (It took a bit of effort in my condition) and struggled the rest of the way to Jamie's, leaving a trail of blood from my arm.

I must've stood up to fast or something because I suddenly felt dizzy. I held my arm where the wound was. It hurt so badly. I knew that if I'd stayed where I was left, I would've gotten help but people would overreact and I probably would've been forced to go to a hospital, and I didn't need to go to a hospital, although, whenever I moved, it seemed like the world kept spinning and every so often I'd have to lean against something to stop it.