Chapter 1
Bridgette's Dilemma
"Help!"
A young blonde girl ran through the alley franticly, calling for someone to come help her.
"Some one! Anyone! Please help me!"
No one answered.
Her voice broke the midnight silence. The moon was bright, shining down on the sleeping, dark city. There was no sound, except for the surfer girl…and her pursuer.
He stepped into a small puddle as he chased her, very slowly yet determined.
Bridgette looked back, and caught a glimpse of her chaser. She could see his silhouette outlined by the street lamp behind him. She was running as hard as she could, but she couldn't manage to lose him. He reached his hand out at her, reaching for her even though he was several feet behind her.
The girl wasn't paying any attention to where she was stepping. She stepped into a puddle, and slipped. Her body was thrown forward, and she fell to the ground. Her ankle hurt, and she was scared that she had twisted it. She looked behind her, and froze when she saw the dark figure gaining on her.
"Why?" she thought to herself.
His shadow draped over her as she closed her eyes.
"Why is this happening?"
As he bent down over her, he let out a low moan. She started crying.
"Geoff…help me…"
Her pursuer opened his mouth, and saliva dripped from his lips. He lunged at her, mouth first.
CLANG!
Surprised, Bridgette looked up to see the chaser falling over to the side, his head limp. There was an arm outstretched over her, holding a metal pipe. It had a pink sleeve on. She followed the arm up to its shoulder, and saw who it had been that saved her.
"Phew, you okay Bridge?"
"Geoff!"
The young man lifted the brim of his cowboy hat from his face. He looked tired and worried, but he managed to smile at her.
"That was close! C'mon, lets get outta here."
Bridgette nodded and the two of them ran out of the alley, leaving behind the body of the chaser. He lay there in a pool of blood, his skin already torn and decayed.
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