Things that Linger in the Dark

Pepper Spray

I ripped my hand from my jacket and sprayed vigorously without consequence. In my panicked state, I had shut my eyes.

"You missed." A dark, humorous, voice played in my ears. This person was standing right next to me, I could feel him, his body barely brushed up slightly against mine. When I turned my head to look my boogieman and future kidnapper in the eyes, I nearly fell over at his physical features. They were striking and definitely beautiful. Pale skin, long eyelashes, luscious lips (how are they not chapped in this weather?!?) and bright green eyes that seemed to know exactly what I was thinking. As I was drinking in his rather manly features, he had grabbed the pepper spray from my outreached hand in a matter of milliseconds.

My eyes watered up, not because I was crying in fear, it was that damn pepper spray! It lingered in the air and was choking my throat. I took a step back from him while he cocked an eyebrow. My vision was blurry and I felt like I was hacking up a lung while I coughed. How was he not affected?!

"Damn pepper spray....now I'm going to die, and you did absolutely nothing to help me! You sorry motherfu— freaker." I muttered to myself, never once taking my eyes off my kidnapper.

"Motherfreaker? What are you, a kid?" He chuckled. Never once did he move, he had one hand in his jacket pocket and the other had the pepper spray. I thought about the options I had. Wait, did he just call me a kid?!?

"I am twenty-one years old! I am no kid! I pay for my rent, my insurance, groceries, and all the other adulting stuff I have to have!" I squeaked in embarrassment.

"Ah, whatever. I've done this plenty of times before, it's nice to have found someone that's not crying 'why are you doing this to me?!' and the classic 'please don't hurt me!'" The mysterious man laughed out loud like he had just told me the funniest joke in the world. Well, maybe in freaking kidnapper language it was a mildly hilarious joke but not to me the victim!

My adrenaline was through the roof. He wasted no time and getting close to me again. Our breaths mingled together as he towered over me. I tilted my head up and showed no fear. It was flight or fight time baby. And no way was I going down without a fight.

"Kidnapper, you sure are sexy when you're... uh... kidnapping pretty single, young girls." I said with uncertainty. "I'm no virgin..." my voice came out thick, sultry. My hands slid up his forearms to his shoulders, then to his head. His face was unreadable, his iris's narrowed into slits. Oh man... why does he have to be so beautiful?

"So I doubt I'll be worth much.." I whispered into his ear. His breath hit my neck, giving me the chills. "MONEY!" As soon as the word left my mouth, I brought my right knee up, hard as I could, up to hit his no-no goods dead on.

A grunt left his throat. I booked it as fast as a bullet. I ran screaming "help!" down the street. My eyes scanned everywhere for any signs of life whatsoever. I came upon what looked like an apartment, or a condo. I banged the door vehemently, screaming at the top of my lungs.

"Kidnapper! Killer! Chasing... Me! Please help me! I'm too young to be sold to.. to... One Direction!"

Finally, I heard someone unlocking the door. I sighed out loud, feeling giggly. Ha! Take that, you stupid kidnapper! You can't even kidnap right... Pfft, idiot. As soon as I door opened, I didn't hesitate. I ran inside so quickly I doubt the owner had anytime to process what was happening.

"Whoa, whoa, what is going on?!" A middle aged man with a grey briskly beard and light demanded to know.

I hugged and puffed, "Kidnapper! Outside.....! Tried to... take me! One Direction!"

"Oh really?!" He said, "Well, you're lucky my wife is out of town, she would've shot your ass with a shotgun through the door. And who the heck is a One Direction?"

"Uh?" My eyebrows scrunched together. "I guess I'm lucky then. They're a band, by the way. I said more like a question then a statement. Honestly, I hadn't listened to their songs, but I read enough fanfiction to know them. I sat on the couch, feeling a bit awkward now. After all that excitement over, I was a bit relieved and wanted to thank the man for saving my life. He stood there, observing me. We looked at each other, and I'm not sure if it was my intuition but I had a bad sensation crawl through me.

I stood up abruptly, having gained my breath and composure I said, "Thanks sir, for saving my life. But I have to get going. My boyfriend will worry if I don't make it home."

"Wait! The 'killer' is out there and you're just gon- walk out there?! If you go missing, I'll need to know your name for the police."

"It's Brooklyn, Brook for short!" I laughed nervously and moved towards the door. I realized he had no intention of letting me leave too late. "Hey.. you locked—

Could've sworn I heard an 'I'm sorry' as I fell deep into the darkness and hit the cold, wooden floor without mercy.

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