Stranger in my heart (Completed)

The right man for her

Kate is tending to Mr. Wallace's small garden when two men approach the house.

Mr. Wallace has said he's going for his morning walk. He returns home with a younger man tailing him.

The man has been looking around them. It's one quiet neighborhood. Most of the neighbors are out of the houses. Working.

Finally the man stares her. Straight to her eyes.

Kate could hardly recognize him at first. He is wearing John Lennon's style, round glasses. His hair is blond. It's his icy gaze that warns her.

Hanks smiles widely.

"Found you," says his lips soundlessly.

Kate takes few steps backwards. Hanks stares to the old man's back. The message is clear. Hanks would kill him if she escaped again.

She shudders a bit but she manages to stay put.

Hanks says, "Love at first sight. Just like you said, Mr. Wallace. I never see anyone prettier than her."

"What did I say, Chap? She's like my granddaughter. Come in. Make yourself at home."

Kate swallows the lump in her throat.

She says in squeaky voice, "I think we better catch up in that Cafe in the main street."

Mr. Wallace chuckles.

He teases, "What did I tell you, Sonny? I think she likes you too."

Hanks makes a gesture to walk so Kate follows him. She takes one last look to Mr. Wallace. It's her fault to seek him. She couldn't live with herself if he got injured or killed because of her.

Hanks orders, "Move faster. You don't want him dead, do you?"

Kate walks a bit faster until she walks beside him.

Hanks praises, "Good girl. You know how much troubles I had in finding you? Never know you would live in the same neighbor."

Kate asks nervously, "What do you want?"

"The anti virus. What else?"

"I don't have it."

"Liar!"

Hanks starts to cough a little. Kate is staring him with widened eyes. This terrorist is sick from the virus.

Kate mocks, "Dead by the virus you spread. Call it justice."

Hanks glares at her.

Kate looks around them. Hoping to meet someone and asks for help. No one. The street is empty like graveyard.

Hanks wipes his mouth with a handkerchief.

He warns, "I know where he lives. If you fled again, I will butcher him. Skin him alive. And all the media shall cover it up. Front pages. So you could see my lovely handiworks."

"I won't run. Not anymore. Leave him out of this mess."

"Heh, never thought you had fetish for old man. He's probably at the edge of senile."

Hanks has stopped walking in front of a small house. He looks around. The neighborhood is empty as usual. That's why he has chosen this abandoned house. Breaking entry into it as easy as pie. No one has live here for years.

He opens the front door.

"Come in. Make yourself at home," orders him coldly.

Kate looks around. Still no help available. If she ran again, Mr. Wallace would suffer horrible death.