A Silhouette and Maybe More

The Encounter

The cold wind chilled my body as it gave me its best shot of blowing me off my feet. My scarf acted as a cape as it furiously flapped behind me in the wind as I walked up to my favourite spot and stood there embracing the short outburst of winds you would usually get at the top of a cliff. The sun setting infront of me turning the sky orange gradually fading into a deep blue. The outburst of the gale calmed down and my hair floated down to my shoulders. The reason why a windy place on top of a cliff was my favourite place was because no-one ever knew about it, well...they did but no-ones supposed to be here. Apparently it's too dangerous for anyone to be here so you could imagine my reaction when they closed it off 5 years ago and in the space of those 5 years I have had no dangerous encounters...until now.

This wasn't a natural danger, it was human, two humans to be exact. I hid behind the big boulder that had fallen off the higher cliff that had caused this place to be shut off, watching these two beings fight. It was brutal, I couldn't make out the faces from the sun behind them but the taller one was winning. I watched him grab the collar of the smaller battered man nearly giving up on life, my focus on nothing else. Nothing could've of prepared me for what happened next as the taller one thrusted a large knife deep into the chest of the smaller man making him drop like an anchor. A shriek left my mouth and I instantly regretted it as the killer noticed me, turning his head to face me hiding behind the boulder. My heart pounded its way into my mouth as the killer took a second glance at the boulder that was strangely making noises. My muscles tensed as the killer reluctantly took a step closer, then another and then another until he was on the other side of the tall boulder. I could make out by looking at his shadow that he was still holding the large knife he used to kill that poor man. Before he turned the corner I slyly moved the opposite side of the round boulder and headed back to my house that was situated in the middle of no-where. Before I could get myself into a full sprint I was vigorously tugged back. I shrieked as he covered my mouth with his hand and in the other, the blood stained knife. I would repeatedly struggle and muffle screams from underneath his grasp, but I guess that's the only downside to my favourite spot, no-one was going to hear or see me.

"Shhh..." He whispered sending shivers down my spine and making goosebumps appear on my skin.

"I'm afraid I can't allow any witnesses." His voice filled my ears. I shook my head out of fear, I was terrified to say the least, I think this is no longer my favourite place. My breathing increased as well as fear.

"It would be a shame to hurt an innocent person like you, but you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time." He waved his knife in front of my face and any minute now he was going to plunge it deep into my chest ending my life there and then.

"Unless..."

What. Unless what? During that minute of silence thoughts were running through my head, what will he make me do? What will he do to me? Is he going to spare me? His grip slowly loosened but made sure that the knife never went out my sight, I knew that if I tried to make a run for it, he would kill me immediately.

"Don't do anything stupid." He warned. Don't worry I won't. He kept one hand on my shoulder guiding me to wherever he was going to take me and pushed me with the knife held against my back. I took in my surroundings for what may be my last time. I thought about the memories I've had here as a child, like when me and my dog Gizmo used to run around playing fetch losing ourselves because things at home couldn't get any more boring. I remember one time when I tripped and cut my knee and because I was only about 7, I thought it was the end of the world when my jeans were scuffed and I was bleeding, but my dog - who I'd known from birth and knew immediately whenever I was hurt or ill - would tuck himself under my arm and lick my face until I was happy again, he'd take the pain away. But, when his time came I couldn't return the favour and it broke my heart, the only friend that had been there for me my whole life had passed away in the dead of night. I just wish he was here, sounds weird I know, but I can't lie.

I didn't dare speak a word, I thought that anything I'd say might make him tick. Terrified, he led me to a different entrance, different from the one I'd normally use; the broken wooden fence hidden behind an old beach shack, but this one was out in the open. I took a proper look and saw the chain fence was completely obliterated. On the other side was a measly looking car parked badly by the side of the road, my destination.

"Get in." He bluntly said opening the door for me, oh what a gentleman. I hesitated before I went in tears streaming down my face. Now that I had had a proper look at him, the first thing I noticed was his wild and crazy hair blowing in the wind, then took a brief moment to study his face which was long and thin with a rather strong jaw that was lined with a small amount of stubble. His tatty clothing; a washed-out denim jacket that covered his muddy and blood-stained t-shirt with scruffy done-in converse. I turned away and climbed into the car with the knife still digging into my back. He seemed rushed, panicked, frightened. I thought I was the one that was supposed to be scared, but nevertheless he continued to run round the side of the car and joined me in the front seat.

"Where are you taking me?" I murmured, not expecting him to answer the way he did.

"Road trip." He answered angrily starting the engine then pulled away making my body fly back right against the seat.

Because that answered my question.