Killer Behind the Screen

Chapter 1: Helping the Prey

In the distance, she made out an average two-story house. She was too busy focusing on getting to the house that she didn't question why the house was here, it looked like it was just plucked from a neighborhood. If she wasn't running for her life she would have wondered that or notice the tree root jutting out. She only realized it was there when she was on the ground. Without saying a word, the man chasing her grabbed her by the ankle and began dragging her back. She screamed and pleaded with the man while she scrambled and grasped at the snow.

As soon as she grabbed hold of something, a bullet was shot straight into her pursuer's shoulder causing him to let go of her ankle and stumbled a little. Instantly, she drew her bare legs to her chest and watched as he got his footing and spun around. He glared at something above her. She noticed the thing she was holding was moving and saw it was the leg of a man in his early twenty's. He had short brown hair and wore flannel and what looked like a black baseball cap. He had a wide build and an aura of menace. Suddenly, a wave of pain hit her like a wall, and everything blurred.

"Oh, it's just you,"

The strange man didn't respond or even move for that matter.

"Thank you Habit," Lazarus said impatiently "Now I have to go, may I have her back?"

Nothing, no response.

"Come on Habit, I don't have time for this. Please just hand her over,"

The stranger just let out an irritated sigh and her violent pursuer grew more agitated.

" I said she's mine, hand her-"

The one named Habit cocked his head back in frustration as he cut the other off.

" Lazarus, you know my rule. My property, my prey, "

Shit shit shit! I have to run. Why can't I get up?!

Then Habit turned around to face Elliot. He wreaked of mal-intent and blood lust and she stared back as he seemed to analyze her. He glanced back at Lazarus and then finally spoke to her.

"Can you walk?"

She nodded wearily and he held out a hand to help her up. She stood up shakily and he threw his flannel over her shoulders. She almost fell over again but he caught her and had her lean against him as they walked.

She peeked over her shoulder to see Lazarus, seemingly frozen in pure rage. His face was twisted into a sharp-toothed grimace.