"cold as stone?"

'Confusion.'

Madison's POV

I awoke in the middle of a dark street. The only light was from the moon above me, and at the very end of the alley was a street.

I tried to scream out to the people walking by, but no sound came from my throat.

I couldn't remember anything except those beautiful eyes...

I sat up with a lot of struggle.. and realized I was covered in a blanket. 

I was naked underneath.

I wrapped the light blue quilt  around me and stood up, I lost my footing and caught myself on the brick wall, scraping my hand.

My head was pounding.

I stumbled to the light at the end of the alley and As I Stepped unto the busy street I passed out again.

This time when I wake up I'm in a hospital room.

Two people are crying, hugging, smiling at me.

'Mom> Dad!?'

They ran over and hugged me.

But there was something I couldn't understand... Why do I feel as though something is missing?

Why do I feel sad when I should be happy...

Whats wrong with me?

And what happened to me?

The next morning my pictures were all over the papers, news, magazines.

I was the first out of fifteen girls to survive.

I was as you could say... famous.

But I wouldn't go on t.v.

I wouldn't go on shows like Oprah and stuff like that...

Who would want to?

To brag about surviving something like that...

Two months later.

Another girl had been abducted today. March 30th at 2:00 p.m.'

The t.v. screen read.

I sat watching the News

For some odd reason I felt... jealous? But I couldn't understand why.

A lady with strawberry blonde hair stepped up to the mic and spoke.

"This person, monster who needs to be stopped!

If you are watching.. then let her go!"

They flashed pictures of the girl as she was growing up..

One of her when she was brought from the hospital on the day of her birth.

The next when she was probably four, riding a pony with the help of some man... maybe her Father.

It showed her when she was a teenager with braces..

Then her first prom with some langy boy with lots of acne.

Then a recent.

Then the lady popped back on the screen.

And she continued talking about him letting her go. Although she didn't say this the reason they shpwed the pictures was because Maybe if he saw she was a real person,

Not an animal or a fish or pet or something,

She was someone with a life.

But I knew that wouldn't help her...

He wants her for other reasons..

And I was right.

After she spoke a lady came on about her husbands drug addiction...

'Addictions.... Everyone has them..

But some peoples addictions are worse then others.

And they may not realize it but they don't just hurt themselves but they hurt everyone around them.

She started crying and they flashed a picture from the commercial that said "Live above the influence."

What the man with beautiful eyes has is an addiction.

Hes addicted to killing.

He wants it and he needs it.

Theres a reason why...

Either he gets off of it,

It's payback to someone who hurt him earlier in his life...

Or maybe he just likes it.

You can't help but pity someone like that...

Three days later.

They found Angie's body today.

My parents didn't want me to see it on the paper so they threw it away,

They wouldn't let me turn the t.v. on.

But little did they know...

I recorded it the night before so when they went to bed, I snuck down and watched.

He chopped her into peices then threw her remains to the fishies in the river..

Some fisherman found a hand floating...

I turned it off.

But it shocked me...

I wasn't scared..

I was angry..

But not because of the reasons you would think..

But because it wasn't fair!

I was jealous.

And I was going to find him again.

The killers pov.

I can't stop thinking about her. And killing these girls isn't fullfilling anything anymore.

I don't feel the way I did before her.

And I can't stand it.

that last girl was best I've had in a while...

But she did nothing for me.

I don't understand why!

It frustrates me!

I looked around at the mess I'd made...

I'd destroyed everything in the room.

I would find the girl again.

I knew more about her then she probably thought...

I'm in love with her.

I will find her.