I held my breath, my gaze frozen on the floor where a shadow moved, back and forth. My shoulder hurt from being pressed against the cement wall behind me and my legs ached from crouching. Shawn was pressed up against my other side, gripping my arm.
The shadow moved again, and a voice spoke.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are."
The voice was cold, and it sent shivers down my spine. My chest rattled with the insense thumping of my heart.
All of a sudden, gunshots rang out, echoing in the empty warehouse. Shawn and I ducked lower, clinging to each other, and I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming.
For once, none of this was Shawn's fault. We'd been investigating a hit and run two days before and this morning we'd nearly been hit ourselves. But instead of fleeing, the man who'd taken a swing at us had pulled over on the side of the road and given us chase. The same man who's shadow was cast on the floor in front of our hiding spot. This man was a psycho. His name was Gwen Hastings, and he'd murdered 10 people in the last two years. The SBPD had been trying to find him for years.
And now he had us cornered in an old warehouse that we'd run into. We'd been didging the man all day in the woods and I was exausted.
Another shot rang out and I heard a deep throaty laugh come from Hastings' mouth. This man was the creepiest person I'd seen since Yin.
Shawn suddenly tapped my arm. I turned my head toward him and saw him inspecting something on the wall. I resisted the urde to roll my eyes. This wasn't the time for games. But then I saw what Shawn was doing. There was what looked like a little crack in the cement wall, but as I watched, Shawn pushed at it and something that looked like thick cardboard fell out, revealing a small jagged hole in the wall. Before I could react, Shawn pushed me toward the hole. I scrambled in hands and knees, trying to be as silent as possible. I was only halfway when I felt Shawn grab my ankle. I froze, listening.
"I'm gonna find you, Psychic! And your little friend, too!"
Well, crap. This guy knew who we were. Then again, why would he have chased us in the first place?
I felt Shawn poke at my legs, and I scrambled forward again, pulling myself into another section of the warehouse. This room looked much like the last one, minus the crates and boxes. I pulled myself all the way through and turned, seeing Shawn coming after me. I grabbed his hands and dragged him through, and he grabbed the cardboard and shoved it against the opening. As quietly as possible, we crawled to the opposite wall.
"How'd you figure out that it wasn't cement?" I whispered, panting a little.
Shawn rubbed his face and looked around. "The color was off a little," He said.
Suddenly, a door on the far wall opened, and Hastings barged in, gun in hand.
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hehehe I bet I've got you all on the edge of your seats! :D more to come soon! :)
