The rain beats down around me ,I could see my breath creating a white smoke . Of all days to forget an umbrella. I curse myself .I can feel the rain trickling down my back from my soaked hair ,my clothes sticking to my body .As I quicken my step I can feel each puddle soak into my shoes causing my feet to begin to go numb. A heavy thump to my side causes my breath to hitch. I snap my head in the direction of the sound ,in the adjacent alley a dark shadow seems to stare into my soul .
'Hello ,who's there?' , I meekly yell down the seemingly never ending alley .
The figure seems to turn towards me as I squint to make out a face. The shadow comes to a standing position , I gasp as the shadow makes a move towards me then begins to run towards me . A silvery glint catches my eye as I throw my arms above my head ,I feel a sharp pain in my left arm as I fall to the ground . My head hits the asphalt ,I look up at the mysterious figure. However where I expect to see a horrific creature , instead a very real man stands. He wears a hat and I see that a mask covers the bottom half of his face but his eyes glow with a darkness that seems to never end .
An angry courage seems to overcome me as I scream at the figure, 'Just do it ,kill me' . The attacker lowers his body to mine and before I can react he stabs into to my abdomen. I continue staring at him as he twists the knife. A look of confusion crosses his face as he pulls the knife out and runs away. I gingerly stand up and walk towards where the figure stood ,cradling the fast bleeding stab wound in my abdomen and the cut on my arm. A pale arm sticks out of behind the dumpster , I slowly walk around the dumpster . My breath catches in my chest as I see a blond woman in her early twenties ,the stab wounds on her torso and face stand out against her pale skin . I slowly lean down to her and feel for her pulse , her neck is ice cold and my fingers are met with silence . I shiver as I pull my jacket over my head and call the police .
By the time the police arrive a small crowd has gathered at the end of the alleyway. I shield my face from the media as I turn to the paunchy middle aged policeman next to me.
'Miss Schade I am Detective Constable Eric Smith , if you don't mind I would like to ask you a few questions before you go to the hospital'.
I nod my head to the police officer , "Did you see the mans face who attacked you? And do you believe that you could describe it to a sketch artist?", I shake my head .
Detective Smith sighs , "How did you find the Victim ? How long were you around before the attacker saw you ?" .
"I was walking to the bus to go home , it was raining pretty hard but over the rain I heard a loud noise , like someone dropping something heavy. I looked down the alley and I saw a shadow , so I called out to it asking who it was".
The Detective once again looks at me as if I were stupid . I ignore his distain and continue.
"The person turned towards me and stood up ,which made me think the person was focused on something else. Then they ran at me and I put my arms up to protect myself ,they cut my arm and I fell over, then he stabbed me. They then ran away past me. I assumed they were gone so I went to go check what they were doing in the alley and then I found her" . I look into the Detectives eyes and see that he doesn't believe me. I shake my head at Detective Smith's disbelief and notice just how dizzy I am ,the last thing I see before I faint is a pair of glittering eyes staring at me from behind the alley wall.
I awake to a blank white ceiling and beeping .I lift my arm and am met with resistance at the IV drip. I begin to sit up ,I moan as I feel a wave of nausea and pain rush through me .The hospital is filled with noise but I find my Mum sleeping next to me.
"Mum" ,I grab her hand and her eyes flick open . A mixture of relief and worry cloud her features ," Thank God ,my baby you are awake! I thought we had lost you". She throws her arms around me .I breathe in her familiar smell and find myself relax against her shoulder.
As I pull away I ask the question on my mind ."How long was I asleep ?", tears fill my Mums eyes as she almost whispers, " 4 days".
I lay back down as Detective Smith walks in.
"You are lucky to be alive right now", Detective Smith exclaims .
"Boy thanks that makes me feel a whole lot better", I jokingly groan. I look at Detective Smith and see he isn't joking , his face is gray and serious .
I immediately become serious again ."Why ? Who was it in the alley ?", Detective Smith sits down on the chair opposite me .
"I really shouldn't be telling you this but I think you have a right to know. We have reason to believe your attacker is a member of a supposed unit of criminals who are none too merciful . We first heard of their existence in early 2012 , we have around 50 unresolved murders with two distinctly different M.O's . They are violent and dangerous and even the biggest gangs in the country are afraid of them . However we can't find anything concrete on them , except that they are incredibly skilled, so we suspect they are a gang of men between the ages of 35 and 65. The woman you found was Clare Collins , she was 22 ,she had been missing for 3 weeks ".
My Mum covers her mouth as tears escape her eyes.
"Then why didn't who ever killed Clare , kill me too?". My question is met with silence .
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Bad Dream
Misterio / SuspensoWhen Sahara witnesses a murder one night she is injured by the killer. In the weeks after strange happenings occur and Sahara finds herself at the centre of a deadly criminal gang. She is kidnapped and she must survive through various ordeals. Will...
