Heroine of Holly Ridge

Chapter seven

I ducked down behind a shelf and wondered what to do. The ford was obviously after me. I should find Melody and tell her all about it. I creeped along when a big man in a black cape and sunglasses strolled into the store. I started sprinting.

I turned my head to where I thought he was and when I looked back in front of me- BAM! There he was. No mortal can move that quickly. He must be a mythical creature of some kind. He grabbed me by the head and clasped a sweaty hand over my mouth. What do I do, what I do? my brain frantically thought.

Super strength! I beat his arms with as much force as I could, and this is a lot of force. But it made no impact on the steroidal man. He is defiantly mythical. What's gonna happen to me??? Then an idea hits me! I grab the small pocket knife that is always in my pocket and gab it into his hand.

"Gah!! That hurt me??!?" The man said staring at his bleeding hand. I run while I have the chance. I run so fast that nobody can even see me. Where in the world is Melody? I think after my fifteenth lap. Probably in the bathroom, knowing Melody.

Just when I need her the most, she disappears. I hear panting behind me and see the man struggling to keep up with me. Apparently, I'm above average in mythical running. But of course, I have to ram right into Melody as she comes out the bathroom door.

So I was right, I thought head throbbing. The caped man grabs both my hands in one grubby one and clamps the other over my mouth. Maybe he'll forget about my pocket knife I think as he thrust it out of my clenched hand.

Man. He looks at Melody crumpled on the floor and muttered," I only need this one." I gulp. As we walk (more like him walking and me being dragged) past the cash register, the skinny teenage cashier noticed us. "Hey stop right there!" he demanded in a squeaky voice.

The caped man lets go of my mouth and I yell," RUN!" But I'm to late. The man raises his meaty knuckle and deals him a punch. Right in the jaw. The cashier falls to the floor unconscious. Cape man gruffly covered my screaming mouth and walks out the door.

He pulls me over to the ford and gets some silver chains out of the back. He tightens them around me, an uncomfortable amount, and locks it. He threw me in the back seat and slammed the door. He clambered into the front seat.

He locked the doors and turned to me. "Now missy, I hate to do this but you can't know where we're going," he said smiling his wicked smile. And I could tell whatever he was about to do he wasn't gonna hate. He twisted my head and hit the back of my neck with an iron rod. Through the pain and slipping of conscious, I could tell only one thing. I wasn't going home to Holly Ridge anytime soon.