Kidnapped

Chapter 2// Escaped

"Fredrick Daniels, a serial killer from Little Elm, Texas escaped Texas State Prison this morning. He was arrested by Darrel Conley on November 11th, 2000. We advise everyone to stay inside your homes, and we also advise you to not be alone..." I heard on a News station on tv, as I was walking by a TV shop. I speeded threw the big crowds of Dallas, I was dressed in casual clothing, I didn't want to wear all black, I had on blue jean pants and a blue hoodie with the hood on.

I needed a car, didn't want to do anything to grab the cops' attention, I searched a parking lot, I found a dark brown donut van,

"That's casual, right?" I asked myself.

Just my luck, the van was unlocked, I hotwired the van and drove off.

I drove all the way to Doodler Lane in Little Elm. I parked on the side of the road across from her house, like I use to. She let her dashing beautiful blond hair down from a ponytail as she lit the candles that layed aside her bed. She walked to the window and starred. She squinted her eyes, that moment she knew it was me. She picked up the phone, I assume she was calling the police, so I drove off.

I went back to my hideout, I haven't been here in six years ... I fell asleep.

The next day, I got up and went to my computer, When I got on the internet the very thing that popped up was a trending youtube video with already 2 million hits, I pushed play,

"Hello America. My name is Jessica Daniels, I'm 17 years old and from Montana. I thought I would share my thoughts on the serial killer that escaped prison in Texas. Ive been researching on him since I was close to 11 years old. When I was 15, I found out shocking news that I was related to the mass murderer. By blood, Frederick Daniels born on June 6th, 1975 to Kassie and Franklin Daniels. He has two siblings, a brother, Dakota and a sister named Tori. My mother, was sent to live with my great great grandmother Kate here in Montana. My mom died three years ago in a car accident. She never talked about them, she basically erased them from her life. She had this one picture of the three of them together, That's a little how I found out. Uhh, The girl... The woman he "saved" a couple years ago, He's coming for you, he's not stopping until your dead, So leave, pack up and go. He doesn't quit until his victims are dead. He won't hesitate. I mean, he killed his own brother. His parents. I'm thankful for the way my mom died, I'm not thankful that she's dead. I'm just glad she didn't have to suffer the pain."

Tears came from her eyes, she looked straight into the camera,

"Everyone please go inside and lock every window and door. Please do not stay in your homes alone. Don't come out until they have caught him. Be safe."
The video ended. I sat there in despense.
"Leaving Little Elm, would make me look weak." I thought to myself.
I grabbed my jacket and headed out the door.

I pulled across the road from my victims house.
I seen no movement, I went through the back, the door was already open. I walked into the house, "What do you want?" I heard my victims voice.
I turned around and there she was.
I looked at her, "you" and answered.
"Why? Me? Do you want sex? Money? Please." She said, shaking.
"If I wanted sex, I'd go to a hooker, if I wanted money, I'd be robbing a bank."
"Your niece, she's on--" I interrupted her, "I know."
I went closer to her, and grabbed the lamp on the table beside of me, and knocked her out.
I threw her across my shoulder and ran to my van and threw her in the back.

She was uncanious, I immediately drove off in a rush.

Hours later, she woke up, beating on the door in which led to the driver and passenger seat.

"Stop beating! Just sit there." I screamed.
"How can I just sit here? Let me out!"
"The more you scream, the worse your punishment is going to be. Just shut the hell up." Trying to focus on the road.
"Your going to see your niece, aren't you?" As the beating tamed down.
Everything got quiet.
"I... I need to know your not going to hurt her. You didn't even knew she existed until that video. Leave her out of this. She has done nothing."
I said nothing. Thinking, quietly to myself.

"Its typical to love. To love someone you once knew. Or to feel sorry or to feel pitty for something you regret doing." I said to myself.
"You regret what? Killing all of those innocent people?"
"I don't regret all... Just Tori." I said.
"Tori? Wait. Tori's your sister. A sister you never knew about." She said.
"It was 11:18 p.m. It was a rainy day, wind whistling. She had gotten into her car. She was having car trouble. I stepped in asking if she need a ride. She didn't recognize me. I remember her saying "No, thank you. I was just going home, I live about 2 minutes from here I can walk." She stepped out of her car,
"Tori..." I said awkwardly.
"Yes?"
I pulled out my knife, holding her against the car.
"Frederick..."
She grapped my arm, as the knife slid across her neck. She was grasping for air. When she slowly let go of my arm, she fell to the ground as if there was no gravity."
A tear came down.
"She didn't die in a car accident? You killed her. You knew about Jessica this whole time?" My victim sped threw.