This is my first fic, so take it easy on me ;)
It was dark night. But that wasn't bothering the girl when she ran out of the house. She was running like crazy for God knows how long but she couldn't shake the images out of her head.
Flashback She woke up in the middle of the night and saw the door of her room opened. When she went to close it she heard crying down the hallway. Following the sound she entered the living room. To her shock there was a little girl, covered in bruises and blood, siting near the window. Suddenly the child turned, showing her green blood crying eyes, and said ,,Do you want to play with me.''
Still thinking about that the girl wasn't paying attention to where she was going and ran right into a man, knocking him and herself on the ground.
,,HELP, THE GIRL..,SHE'S...''
,,Right behind you.'' said the man calmly.
,,WHAT?!'' yelled the girl while turning her head to see if he was joking, but when she turned the child was there hiding and peeking behind a trash can. The girl noticed that the child was sobbing again and went to comfort her but stopped after a second thought. A sudden breeze made her realize that they were in a local park. ,,Wait, isn't this the park where that dead girl was found?'' While the girl was distracted with her own thoughts the man went to the trash can.
,,Hello, Sally, why are you crying?'' he asked politely. Sally's and the girl's eyes got fixed on the man as he removed his old trench coat and sat on the grass. The girl noticed that the man was in fact a boy, maybe a little bit older then her, it would be hard to tell because of his childlike face, but his badly shaved beard was a dead giveaway.
,,How do you know my name?'' asked Sally.
,,Simple, it's my job.''
,,What job?''
,,To find and talk to people like you.''
,,What do you mean like her?'' asked the girl suddenly.
The boy turned with an annoyed look, like he was interrupted in a middle of something important and simply gave a small nod for yes. ,,How rude.''
,,OK, now, where were we? Oh yes, what game shall we play?''
Sally eep'd and ran behind the girl for cover.
,,No, we were talking about you job.'' the girl answered instead of her.
,,And sorry, but I don't want to play with you, you're scary.'' Sally added.
,,S-scary...'' the boys look turned from calm to shocked in a blink of an eye.
,,Wh...what am I doing wrong...''
,,Well, for starters you're rude and you act like a pedophile.'' said the girl.
,,WHAT?!''
,,What's a pedophile?'' Sally asked. The boy calmed down and with a sad expression asked.
,,Do you remember what you're uncle did to you?''
Sally's expression turned from scared to terrified, as she slowly nodded, the girl, to her utter shock, realized what were they talking about. The boy, on the other hand, looked quite happy.
,,Good, now you know what a pedophile is. Can we continue with the topic at hand?''
,,GOOD!? HOW CAN SOMETHING THAT LIKE THAT BE GOOD!?'' Before she could continue the boy slaped her.
,,I never said it's a good thing, it's just easier than explaining''
,,What the hell is wrong with you?'' asked the girl while rubbing her cheek.
,,502'' said the boy after tooking out a notebook, flipping a few pages and writing the number in.
,,What?'' said Sally and the girl while giving him a stuned look.
,,Oh, sorry, it's a hobby. everyone always asks me those kinds of questions so I started to count how many times I heard them.''
Before any other word was spoken a sudden outburst of ,,LET ME HEAR YOU SCREAM!'' came out of the boys coat, causing another round of female screams.