This was originally written to enter in a contest, but it didn't meet the two main requirements; 200 words or less and it had to be about a certain character. And instead of rewriting it, since I was happy with it, I decided to put it up on FanFiction.
Also I do own all the characters, and blah, blah, blah, so I don't have to put up any disclaimers. *happy dance*
She traveled down the dark hallway, bathed gently by the light of the waxing moon at its peak. Step by step, inch by inch, butcher knife in hand, prepared for a fight with whoever had cut the power to her house, and then proceeded to terrorize her for the next half hour with almost constant taps on the windows. Along with the moans, groans and hisses emitted from this monster that seemed to fill every corner, nook, and cranny with his voice. It had worked its way into her nerves, paralyzing her with fear all that time. She tried to run and get out of the house but every exit was blocked in one way or another. She tried to call for help, but the phone was cut with the power and her cell phone was jammed as well, she couldn't even scream and cry for help for she was too far away from any neighbors or random passersby to hear, though what they would be doing out this late and in the middle of nowhere was beyond her. The monster had done his homework, he knew she would be alone, and isolated. He knew that she would be scared and try to run, but what he didn't know is that she would fight back when she was tired of the terror. He didn't know that she would make a plan to take him down and he didn't know that the moment he tried to get into the house to finish her off, she would be waiting. Waiting with knife in hand ready to kill this cruel beast that had terrified her so. At least that's what she thought as the door continued to shake, she readied her weapon preparing to strike, and the door went silent. Anticipating for the door to burst open, she never noticed the man who silently dropped from her attic door. She never noticed the man as he walked up behind her, and pulled out his gun. Only when it was too late she noticed the man, as he pulled the trigger and –BANG! - It was over. He had grown bored with his prey, like he did with all the prey that decided to try and fight back in the end. He only wanted prey that would scream and cry and beg for mercy. And he would move on, looking for new prey that would.
Well I hope you liked it. Also, please rate and review, I want to 'hear' your comments so I can make my stories better.
Oh, and can someone explain to me how to go about getting someone to be my beta-reader?