Running as fast as I could, looking over my shoulders, trying to see anything that moved in the pitch black darkness, I could hear his boots off in the distance, he was running to catch up, his breathing was heavy and hard, I could detect a hint of pain in his breathing as he'd gasp every so often. There was suppose to be a building, an unfinished building, in my area and I hoped to reach it before he reached me, I was tiring fast. There were no stars out, the clouds hid them, the moon was also hidden, to the side I saw the city's lights.
"Come on," I said to myself. "where are you?"
The building must have heard me as it loomed up ahead of me, I tried picking the pace up and tripped, falling hard on my side and sliding a few feet down a hill. When I picked myself up I heard that he was picking the pace up as well. The building was ten feet away, when I stood my knee screamed in pain, I limped to the door and broke it down. When I stepped into the building there were still tools, wires and pieces of wood thrown about. I limp walked to the far room, feeling the wall with my hand, there was no light in the building. When my hand slid onto a table I stopped, turning around I looked behind me, the man that was chasing me had either given the chase up or wasn't to the building yet. Swallowing hard, each breath hurt, I got down on my knees and climbed under the table. Nails were still poking up from the floor and they cut my hands and knees. Holding the yelps of pain in, pulling my knees to my chest and holding my breath at the same time, I waited. I don't know how long I had to wait, all I knew was that I heard a roar of anger flood through the building.
"Girlie!" he roared. "Where the fuck are you?"
He was a fast guy without a doubt, it had taken me a few minutes to reach the table and get under it, he ran in the room, his eyes flashing a deep ruby red, his lower teeth were bright silver, it looked like he was rabid as they lit his chin silver as well they were so bright. I closed my mouth, slowed my breathing and closed my eyes, hoping he'd walk past and not notice that I was here. My hope turned to despair as I felt a tug on my hair.
"Get your ass from under there!" he roared.
He was very strong, the nails cut my jeans and started digging themselves in my flesh, as he pulled me from under the table they dug in deeper, slicing me. He swung my hand around to the back of my head where his hand was, I tried prying his fingers from my hair, tried getting away, with an evil laugh he tugged even harder. I felt pieces of hair pull out when he and I came face to face. I heard him snarl and growl I was so close.
"You and I have some unfinished business to take care of." he said menacingly.
He had burned me once, my whole left arm was charred and bloody from when he had grabbed and turned his flamethrower on full blast. The only way I had been able to get away was to push him into a storage room. Thinking that this would do the trick so that I could get away from him, I pushed him with my right arm. He started laughing at my weak attempts.
"Is that all?" he laughed, tightening his grip on my hair. "You have got to be kidding me!"
I was too slow, he raised his flamethrower and slammed it against my face, I fell down to the floor. Thinking that this could be my chance to get away I began crawling. There was a hole big enough for me to get in under the table and I went straight for it. I was once foot away from it when he grabbed my ankle.
"And where do you think you are going?" he growled.
I swung myself around, my ankle was in his hand one minute the next it was against his stomach, kicking him back against the wall. When I heard the thud I turned around and crawled in the hole, I discovered that it went all the way through the wall so I climbed all the way across. When I got to the room on the other side I saw nothing but electrical wires. Hearing a sound behind me I turned. He was tearing the table from the wall and was looking in the hole, at me, his ruby red eyes haunted me and put fear in my heart. He pointed his flamethrower at me for only a second then lowered it, I was more than five feet away, too far for his flamethrower to do any damage. My arm screamed in pain when it rubbed up against an unprotected wire. He and I had eye contact for a few minutes, I began to think he wasn't going to chance following me, when I blinked my eyes he took a step into the hole, following me.
"You aren't getting away so easy girlie!" he roared.
I started crawling as fast as I could through the room, pulling as many wires loose when they held me back. All it took was three minutes for me to reach a wall where there were no wires. When I turned I saw he was at the end of the hole, he was looking at the wires, could he come through? Would he chance it? A bunch of questions ran through my head, one of which was if I was going to make it through this alive. As if proving me wrong, he took a step into the wires.
He flamethrower caught on a few wires the first few feet he took, with a yank he tore them off, there was a few containers of gasoline and a bucket of water to his left, when he yanked the wire from his flamethrower he knocked them down. The whole floor was wet from the gas and water, I got up on my knees just in case there was some juice left in the wires, none had reached the floor yet. They were all an inch or two above it. It took him a few minutes to reach me and to knock me down to my elbows, when I looked up the wires gave him an even more evil look, like he had torture devices above him. He knew I was looking at the wires, with his left foot he kicked me in the side of my face, making me turn to my back.
"Look at me girlie!" he said, looming over me. "not the damn wires!"
He only allowed me to pick myself up off the floor halfway, once I was in a sitting postion he walked forward and pressed hims body up against me. He was hot, very hot, his breathing had calmed down to normal and his eyes were unlit. I was close to the wall, I couldn't move my arms, he had me paralyzed in fear. I turned my head away from him, away from his eyes, disobeying him.
"I said look at me!" he roared, he grabbed my hair again and pulled my head around, made me stare at him. "I prefer for my victims to look at me before I destroy them!"
For some reason I got the urge to shove myself against him, to get him away from me. I didn't like him being so close to me, he was too hot and I was beginning to count the beat inside his chest as my timer to death. With a heave, I shoved him back to the wires, he fell to the floor, his flamethrower made a thud so loud that it echoed through the whole building. For a minute he didn't move, I thought I had injured him, hurt him enough to not get up. To my relief and horror, he sat up. He looked at me for a second then stood up, when he took a step towards me he found himself being tugged back. The wires were wound around him, banning him from coming forward. With a roar he turned around, pulling wires down and further tangling himself up. I didn't know why, but I felt that I needed to help him, I crawled towards him, when my hand landed on his shoulder he turned around. I saw stars when his foot collided with my chin, knocking me back, I must have been close to him when I fell to the floor because he kicked the side of my face, making me turn towards the floor.
When I came to a few minutes later I saw that he was hanging down, his knees almost against the floor. Something inside me felt pity for the guy, he looked tired. Pulling myself up, the side of my face felt like it was swollen, I crawled towards him. When I placed my hands on him he didn't move, he stayed in place, almost on his knees with his hand and flamethrower dangling under his body.
"Don't touch him!" I heard someone in my head say. "It may be a trick, he may be tricking you into thinking he's hurt and too tired to put up a fight. Get out of there!"
I didn't listen to the voice, I placed both hands on his shoulders. The wire was really tight on him so I began removing it, loosening it up then letting it fall down. His arms and shoulders were free, I was working on loosening the wires around his waist when he pulled his hand up and grabbed my neck.
"Should have listened to your inner self girlie!" he said sinisterly. "Now you die!"
He threw me back a few inches, I crashed to the ground, the side of my head started throbbing. When I looked up I saw his boot, a blood red boot with chains on the side, crash down on my neck. I felt my neck snap, he had broken the vertebrae in my neck, paralyzing me for good. Now that he knew I couldn't get away, he started struggling against the wires. I had forgotten one wire that was wrapped around his flamethrower, when he pulled it loose he pointed his weapon at me, an evil smile on his face. Something fell behind him, when he lit his flamethrower the flame didn't hit me, it hit the gasoline and water on the floor two feet to the left of me. I turned my eyes up and saw a wire fall, the end charging up with electricity. When it touched the floor I closed my eyes, both of us were doomed to die together, predator and prey.
"Ma'am?" I heard someone say. "Ma'am, can you hear me? Are you okay?"
My eyes fluttered open, there was a man standing in front of me wearing a green surgeons suit. When I nodded my head I realised that my neck wasn't broken, that my vertebrae was intact. The room that I was in was white with a blue tiled floor. The surgeon had brown-gray hair and green eyes, his mask was down.
"Yes," I whispered, almost unable to talk. "I am."
"Someone must have been looking out for you," the surgeon said. "you are a very lucky woman miss."
"W...where is he?" I whispered.
"The man that saved you?" the surgeon replied. "Over there, sitting in that chair."
My eyes must have fallen out of my head when I turned towards the chair beside the bed, the one the surgeon was pointing at. Sitting in it was the guy that had chased me to the building, the same guy that had kicked me in the face and grabbed my hair. His eyes were dimmed low, the only part I could detect was the star burst in the middle. He sat up straight. His blood red and silver bullets for upper and silver teeth for bottom teeth grinding against one another. He was wearing a blood red jacket, very torn up, a gray shirt underneath and a pair of blood red pants with rips in the knees. Raising one of his legs, he crossed it over the other.
"C...can I talk to him alone?" I asked.
"Sure ma'am." the surgeon said.
The surgeon left the room slowly, he could tell something was up as he kept looking over his shoulder. When he closed the door he stood behind it, his ear against it, trying to hear what was said. I didn't care, I needed answers. Sitting up, my arm heavily bandaged, when I raised my unwound and unbandaged hand to my head I felt more bandages. When I turned my head towards him, it felt like it was about to fall off.
"Why?" I asked. "Why didn't you finish me off?"
"Cause," he said.
"Cause why?" I asked, fear seeping into my voice. "Tell me please!"
"It was all in practise," he said. "my dad wanted me to expand my skills."
"So...I was your Guinea Pig?" I exclaimed.
"In a way yes," he replied. "my dad and I drew a contract saying that I could practise with anyone I chose, just as long as I don't kill him...or her."
"How many others have you done this to?" I asked.
"Just you." he said, his lower jaw dropping in a sickly, evil smile.
My mouth dropped a little in shock, I couldn't believe it. I wondered how old this guy was, I didn't even know his name. He looked to be sixteen inches tall, his face was the same color as his boots, blood red. Sliding down from the chair, pulling a wallet from his back pocket, he took a few hundred dollars out.
"Who are you?" I asked. "And what are you doing?"
"My name is Arson," he replied. "but everyone calls me Firechild."
"What are you doing?" I repeated.
"Paying you for your services."
He placed three hundred dollar bills on the table at the side of the bed and started walking out. I reached my hand out and touched his shoulder, stopping him. I wanted to know why, why he had picked me to be his Guinea Pig, how old he was and if he had a father, who he was. I also wanted to know what would happen if I pressed charges on the guy.
"Who is your father?" I asked.
"My father's name is Torch," he boomed. "he's out of town at the moment, filming a new movie."
"Why did you choose me to practise on?" I asked, confused.
"You was alone and you looked to be a good target." he replied. "I have to go now."
"How old are you?" I asked, trying to keep him in my room.
"Ten." he replied. He began walking towards the door.
"What happens...what would happen if I pressed charges?" I asked, pulling myself up.
"I wouldn't do that if I was you," he said, turning around, his eyes were lit brightly and he was smiling evilly.
"And what if I did?" I screamed. "Your daddy gonna come after me!"
"No, I will!" he snarled. "Have a nice night."
When he stepped out of the room his eyes were still on me, still staring at me, striking me with so much fear that I began shaking. It was no better when he disappeared around the corner. The surgeon walked in and came up to my bed, I heard him ask me if I was okay and if I needed some water. I shook my head, reaching my hand over to the table I grabbed the three hundred dollar bills, I had no where to put them so I just slipped them under the beds mattress. My vision was blurry and I was dizzy so I slid back down to my back, the pillow felt so good. My eyes closed and I felt my breathing slow up, within five minutes I was asleep.