The Truth About Them

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"Ugh, don't touch me!" She boldly smacked his hand away, and stumbled backwards from him.

     "And 'The time at which we hunt'?" She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, yet was on the verge of laughter. "Was that supposed to scare me?" A giggle escaped.
     The mysterious figure spoke no more, and suddenly grabbed a firm hold onto her upper arm. She staggered about as a metaphorical boulder of fear struck her chest. Releasing a nervous laugh, the woman pulled away lightly but he held her in place.
     She tried harder, but his grip was unyielding. "Ugh, s-stop?" she nearly shouted, yet the words barely left her drunken chest. The man was silent and unfazed by her struggle; he simply stared deeply with a blank expression.
     The street was silent, besides her desperate grunts and shuffling feet, as she attempted numerous times to pull free of his hold. His grip only tightened.

      "Oh? You've already caught one?" A distance voice appeared from behind her—this one a little higher in pitch.

     "Quite impressive," another voice stated—this one much darker and huskier.

     The girl turned her head to view four more men, all clad in the same attire as her harasser. Her heart sunk into her stomach. While witnessing this new audience emerge, a sound resembling the revving of an engine could be heard in the distance, and she could sense that it was coming closer.  She mentally prepared her escape.

     Ok, when the car gets closer, I'll scream goddamn bloody murder, she thought to herself, still unaware of the earnestness of the situation. The new men made their way toward her and her harasser, just as the car did.

     The automobile, a black Jeep Wrangler,  turned down to their street and was now within reach of hearing.

     "Help me!" she shouted "Help—these men are trying to kidnap me!" she flailed her free arm, and visually struggled against her harasser's still solid hold while subtly tripping over her own feet. The car slowed and came to a stop, and her audience of new harassers turned to the Jeep with caution.

     Although she was relieved that this stranger had come to her rescue, she felt an unnerving sensation that he was not there to assist her.

     The stranger pushed open the car door, swiftly stepped out, and met eyes with her harasser. The stranger's serious countenance suddenly converted into one of cheer.

     "Wow, our little bro's steppin' up!" this new character exclaimed with a slight southern accent, obviously being the more chipper of the lot. Another man stepped out of the passenger side and  remained quiet.

     The newly discovered men closed in on the visually desperate woman and the man who stood blankly.

     "Um--uh I-Is this some kind of joke?" she slurred shakily, an uneasy smile edging at the corners of her lips, "because if it is, i-it's not funny."Belch.

     "You're a scared one, aren't ya?" the chipper one chuckled, revealing  a toothy grin.

     "No, I'm not-"

     "She is," her harasser declared with an indication of a giggle coming on. The boys surrounding her, excluding the quiet one, began laughing obnoxiously, as if to further annoy the clearly intoxicated woman.

     "Boys, I'm sick of this."

     The quiet one spoke and the laughter ceased. His voice was unearthly; it was so heavy and guttural that it could scare off even the holiest of angels. He snatched the woman from the harasser and spoke to her. "Get in the car." He shoved her towards the vehicle.

     "N-No. I-I'm not--I don't know who you think I a-"

     "Get in the damn car," he bellowed at her, his voice making her feel like no more than a defenseless being. She glanced once more at the faces of her tormentors, and then back to the commander.

     "No, fuck you!" She refused to be handled and kidnapped by a couple of "serial killer wannabes" trying piss her off. She continued to attempt to shake off her harasser.

     The man made a signal to the remainder of the crew, and all four approached her belligerently, grabbing a firm hold of her limbs. She howled and hollered while tussling about, craving to be unheld. The men lifted her with ease and looked to be unfazed by her struggles.

     The commander entered the passenger seat as the huskier one hopped in the backseat, and the woman was shoved to the middle seat. Her original harasser pushed himself beside her on the opposite side.

The one with the higher pitched voice quickly jumped into the trunk of the truck.

     She was lodged between two evidently deranged men, and it was common knowledge that their intentions were nothing pure.