Kauhale: Piha po'ai
Disclaimer: Not mine...
An: I've been working on this one for a while, so it has more chapters than my other story. Both are separate works/storylines. Enjoy and please review!
Prologue:
Thud THUD thud Thud the roaring of her racing pulse was all she could hear, in the white noise of the darkness. She sucked in a deep breath trying to calm her panicked 14-year-old self down. Bad dream she thought. A nightmare locked in a hot small box any moment now, she would be waking up in her hotel suite is a cold sweat. Her arms and legs ached from being cramped in the same position lying on her stomach. Carpet, she told herself was the roughness against her cheek, her arms and legs bound behind her and a bandana gag. Closing her eyes she rolled onto her back her knees and arms hitting the top of her prison jerking them away from the hot metal. Slowly rolling her shoulders she brought her bound wrists in front of her and tested the bonds wincing as the tape used to bind them bit into her skin. Jerking the bandana from her mouth, she shuddered a gasp and tried to keep the fear from creeping up. Blinking back her tears, she carefully drew her legs up pressing her ear to a carpet straining to hear anything outside of the pounding of her heart. The unmistakable crunch of tires on gravel had her heart racing even faster than it already was, ropes on ankles she kicked out shimming to get them loose. The steady slow movement of her prison ceased and heavy footsteps sounded. Tears welling in her eyes as she held her breath terrified as the footsteps sounded closer and closer, adrenaline surged as her muscles bunched…the lid of her prison popped open and she kicked out with both feet and vaulted out of the car trunk her captor staggering back startled by the girl's retaliation. He growled as she rolled to her feet the ropes loosening around her ankles as she stumbled away heading for the shrubs and bushes. Drawing his gun he let out a laugh and called out, "You can run little girl…but you can't hide…."
***H50***
Stumbling the fourteen –year- old ran blinded by fear through the forest; she could hear him running behind her. Terrified out of her mind she kicked free of the ropes and picked up her speed, if only her coach could see her now, no more Lazy Lindsay…her bound wrists threw off her balance. Her gymnastics training told her to raise her aching shoulders to keep her wrists level with her heart as she ran.
Her lungs burned as she burst through the tree line, slipping on the cool rain soaked grass, she had lost count of how long and how far she had been running. She squinted into the darkness and pouring rain trying to make out anything to help her out. She could make out the sounds of the ocean lapping on the shore. Run Lindsay… she told herself. She let out a scream as he slammed into her and she fell hard against the grass her vision swam and she saw stars dimming on the edges.
An: And so the story beings...