Enter the Victim
Click, click, click, stop, wait, and shuffle. Click, click, click, stop, wait, and shuffle. Pacing, stopping, and turning. Pacing, stopping, and turning. Janice shivered in the damp darkness, not because of the chill that seemed to blanket the room, but out of fear.
Any second he could come down, he could finish what he started. Another shiver, another click, another pause, everything about him screamed creepy. From his untidy, navy blue hued hair to his sharp, steel toed boots. His brown orbs, cold and hard, surrounded by rings of black from obvious sleep deprivation.
Janice wished more than anything she hadn't said that stupid thing to him, wished she'd kept her mouth shut. But wishing won't bring her back to that moment; she'd called him a skinny little fucker.
Yes, she and her friend Beth, he'd walked past them while they stood and chatted. Beth nudged her, mischief dancing in her blue eyes. The brunette followed her friends gaze to… to him and that's when she said it. "Wow what a skinny little fucker!"
They'd laughed and turned, side by side, walking the other way. That's when it happened, Janice felt a claw-like hand grab her by the head, she screamed, so did Beth. Before she could get more than a seconds worth of the sound out, she and Beth were thrown brutally into a nearby alley.
Janice hit the ground hard, face first, judging by the pain she had a scraped cheek. She raise her head to see him crouched over Beth, who'd struck the metal dumpster. She rose shakily, but froze in horror as he lifted her friend by her platinum blonde hair. Beth's neck stuck out at on odd angle, broken.
He dropped Beth and looked over at her. A cruel smile slowly wound its way upon his face. "Don't you dare try to run."
Janice started to scream again, and turned to run, but she never took a step before he got her. Then, all she could see was blackness; her last conscious thought before she awoke in her prison was 'So this is what it's like to die'.
Janice suddenly realized that the footsteps upstairs stopped, cue paranoia. Where is he? Where is he? Where am I?