No More Goodbyes

by YourItGirl14

When kids runaway, parents hope that their kids will come back home, safe. For some families, it doesn't work out that way. It's up to Special Agent Linda Hennel to find out what is happening to these poor children and to stop the person behind it.

1. Chapter 1

CHAPTER 1: VICTIM

It was dark in the alley; the only light I could see was a dim street light behind my attacker. He was tall and the only part of him I could see was his piercing blue eyes. Every time I looked at them, chills would go down my spine.

"Now what am I going to do with you, sweetheart?" He asked with some kind of accent. I didn't want to answer because if I did, well, I don't know what could be worse then the situation I was in now. The man laughed at me.

"You're quite beautiful, you know that love?" he said with a smirk. My attacker looked sad all of a sudden and closed his eyes. I would've gotten away if he didn't have his hand on my wrist. "You look just like her. You know that?" He picked up a strand of my hair and let go of my wrist, pinning me against the wall instead. He toke something from the inside of what appeared to be a leather jacket and looked at it for a minute. He put it up higher so he could see it gleam in the light. It was a huge steak knife. He was bringing it towards me and I closed my eyes, knowing that this would be the end.

I waited for a while, but nothing happened. I opened my eyes and saw a chunk of my caramel colored hair in a plastic bag. As he was putting the bag into his coat pocket, he backed up and let me go completely. If he did something like that again, I could get away. And he did.

I ran as hard as I could, my feet barely touching the ground until I reached the lamp post. I turned around to see if the man was chasing me, and he was. I could see him a tad bit more clearly now. He had light hair, orangeish skin (you know, the kind you get from tanning too long), and a handkerchief. I turned to run again, but my attacker tackled me.

He turned me around so he could see my face. He was angry, no doubt about it.

"Nowhere to run, nowhere to ride. Goodnight, doll." He put the handkerchief up to my mouth and I started to get dizzy. I wanted to kick and scream, but my legs wouldn't work and I couldn't speak, no matter how hard I tried.

His bright blue eyes were the last thing I ever saw.

I know its short, but I promise that I'll make the next one longer(: