This story, at first glance, bears a strange resemblance to another of mine. It used to be a redo of 'Cruelest Cat and Mouse Game', my other work, but then I reopened that story. So now I'm changing this one into something brand new. Because this is originally a 'clone', some things in the story are stuck (particularly the first chapter). The plot, however, is completely different. Please treat it like a different story.

Revision: 11 Mar., 10 Rewrote a whole bunch of stuff in the first three chapters. I feel much better now.

To .On: Hope to see you again!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana.

It was a dark night.

The howling wind blew across the land, whipping my face hard, and chilling every part of my body. The cold gale rustled up the leaves, shaking whole trees and branches like wind chimes. The grasses and dead leaves on the ground were sucked into the violent dance of the frigid winds. Violent gusts of wind lashed from the night, and a barrage of dead leaves brushed against my legs, their surface rough and hard. Like little blades.

The park was eerily devoid of life, and apart from the cacophony of the gale, all else was silent.

The little moths that flew around the dim streetlights were the only beings alive I saw.

It makes your skin crawl.

I shuddered violently and pulled wrapped my arms around me; my long-sleeved jacket was a cute top, not a windbreaker. A rumble of thunder from the distant sky. A storm was coming. I had to get home before it started to rain. A minute rain drop touched my cheek, cold as ice. Moments later, more microscopic droplets fell on my skin.

"Where's Daddy when I need him?" I whispered, cursing the night, shivering from the penetrating cold. An overwhelming gust swept right across me, as if an empty reply.

"Tch. Whistling in the dark..."

I wanted more than anything to get out of this park, and back home, where the welcoming warmth of family will embrace me. But you know how the more desperate you are, the more impossible something gets? The park soon became an unsolvable maze, and after an eternity of pointless wandering, I admitted to myself that I was lost.

Damn it.

Cold, cold, cold...Where on Earth am I? I asked myself again and again. How did I end up here? Where was I before I came here?

I'm in delirium.

It was the end of a party at Jake's house. He invited basically everyone at school, but I was his guest star at the party. We danced, chatted and ate joyfully that night. Lilly and Oliver also had a great time: Lilly got hooked up with some guy from Spanish class, and Oliver spent the half the time pigging himself at the food table, other times impressing the ladies at the small "bar" in the living room. And Jackson (ever the Celebrity stalker) was Jake's bartender in this party. After more than three fun hours, it became revelry, and I was quite exhausted.

"Hey Miley. You're tired, aren't you?" Jake's voice rang from my left.

Jake walked over to me at the table, holding two cups of juice. He was looking at me with a rather curious expression on his face. I was resting my head on my arms, and when I lifted it to look at him, my head felt a million tons heavier. I was completely exhausted; every muscle in my body screamed in protest whenever I moved, and I was starting to feel a little light-headed.

"Thanks Jake." I said simply as I took the cup of juice he offered me. "I definitely need to remember to sleep a night before I attend a party." I added. Jake laughed shortly.

"If you are tired, I can get you home. I can drive you back home, and you can take a rest."

Despite Jake being my boyfriend, I daren't sit in his car. Not at such a late hour, alone with him. There were a lot of times when we were alone, together, but to be honest, I didn't allow him to give me a lift home in his car, at night. Something about being Fourteen years old. Yeah, I'm a good girl. Go figure.

How do I say this without hurting someone's feelings? "No, it's alright, Jake. I can go home on my own from here."

Jake did not understand why I refused his offer.

"Why would you want to walk home if I can drive you back?"

Awkward! Looking carefully into his eyes, I replied cautiously, stuttering all the way, "It's just...I don't feel like getting a lift...I don't want...it's rather late...I'm sorry." I finished pathetically, flushing a furious red.

To my enormous relief, Jake smiled.

"Come on, Miley. You can trust me."

"No, Jake. I'm sorry, but I can go home on my own." I answered firmly.

Jake shrugged and said, "Okay, I understand. If you want to leave now, you can." He gestured to the door before adding almost eagerly, "Are you sure you don't want company? I can at least walk you home."

I refused his offers again and again; maybe he just wanted me to be safe, but I was perfectly alright with going home on my own. I don't know, okay? Maybe I was getting irritable. Maybe it's just too much noise. It was ten-thirty at night. I glanced at Lilly and Oliver. Oliver was busy impressing a crowd of girls with his amazing bar-tending skills, and Lilly was having fun dancing with the dude named Rodrigo Martinez. I decided not to bother them and leave alone.

"I'll go without Lilly and Oliver. They're having fun, but I'm really tired." I said to Jake after a moment of observation.

"Okay. Be safe, Miley." Jake said, patting me on the back.

"Thanks Jake." I kissed him, warmly.

"See you tomorrow."

With that, I walked out of the house.


"That's what I get for listening to Daddy!"

You see, when I'm not driven there, I walk to Jake's place right here in Malibu. It's not really that far away, only I have to cross this park. I'd never been to this park without the light of day, and I never thought how scary this labyrinthine place would turn at nightfall. Now I know.

Hmm, 'labyrinthine'. What a perfect word to describe this God-forsaken place.

I mumbled a plea-in-jest to Dad, hoping he would come and rescue me.

I lost hope of ever returning home before the storm. The raindrops are getting heavy. Maybe I'll take shelter under that big tree over there...

Maybe I'll backtrack to Jake's place. He's got a spare bed; I'll spend the...

"Hello, Miley Stewart. I'm your biggest fan."

I jumped ten feet off the ground.

A dark, short figure approached five feet away, too close to be friendly, ready to pounce. Two leering eyes glint with diabolical intent.

"Who are you!?" I exclaimed in alarm.

The man bared his yellow teeth in a malicious smile.

"I'm your biggest fan." He cracked his knuckles.

I backed off, trembling. The man took a step forward. His face came into the full light of the lamppost, and I was staring at something like a mutant Hunchback of Notre Dame. It wasn't human. The thing spoke in a low growl.

"You're mine now."

"Wh-wha -?" I stammered.

"Don't be scared. I just want to know how it's like to touch you," he said slowly, eyes burning into mine. I couldn't run. I couldn't look away. My mind had frozen completely.

He advanced.

"St-stay away from me!"

I took unsteady steps back. The man approached even more, turned on by my fear. I felt a wave of cold wash over my entire body, that had nothing to do with the wind.

"Give me your hand, little girl. I'll help you out of -"

"STAY AWAY FROM ME, YOU CREEP!"

He jumped at me. I stumbled, and fell.

"NO! AAAH!!"

Instinctively, I screamed and lashed out furiously in self-defense. My foot met something soft. Then he was howling in pain. And the next moment, I was tearing away from the maniac as fast as my legs could carry me.

"YOU LITTLE WHORE! YOU'LL NEVER GET AWAY FROM ME!!"

I no longer saw where I was running. All I did was charge into the darkness, hoping the shadows of night would cover me and lose him. But he ran faster than I did – so much faster! - and could soon catch up, within ten feet.

"You're mine!" he screamed.

"GO AWAY! HELP!"

I lost track of time; all mental faculties fled at that moment. I thought only to escape, and fling myself into Daddy's arms.

"Come back! Stop running!" He was panting hard, sounding whiney, and slowing down.

But my legs were never close to giving way. I ran on adrenaline; I was going to win.

Suddenly I noticed that I was out of the park, and on desolate streets – streets that, even in barren darkness, I recognised. A rush of joy coursed through my veins. I ran in the rough direction of home. To safety, to warmth, to victory.

My attacker heard my thoughts.

"Dammit, stop right there!"

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Three gunshots were fired at me in rapid succession from behind. The first shot missed totally. The second shot missed me closely; I heard it whizzed past my ear. Then one pierced my upper arm like a red-hot pike, sending waves of heat arching down my entire right arm. I increased my pace, tears of pain clouding my vision. The pain dissipated as soon as it came; for the burning in my lungs was far greater.

Shit. The guy has a gun. God, help me!

The shadows broke apart, and through the fog before my eyes, I saw...the door of my house!

My heart was going into hyper-drive. My burning lungs threatened to burst and give in, and my legs began to cramp up from the arduous flight. I couldn't see anymore; God was guiding me.

Ten yards from the door...five yards from the door...just a little more...

BANG! BANG!

The windscreen on Jackson's car exploded. A shot blazed past and went through the wooden lacquered door.

I smashed up the small flight of stairs, and the momentum sent me crashing into the door painfully. I turned around for an infinitesimal second to look back.

...I can't describe to you what I saw. What he looked like. What I felt.

I ceased to think; didn't feel myself move. I saw door fling open, a terrified girl diving inside and screamed in wild abandon, "DADDY HELP! SOMEONE'S AFTER ME!!"

Terrorking Tragedian

(To be revised)