Chapter 2

Brave young pup.

This is no mall cop. As I stared into his ebony eyes I found myself wishing for fat, sleazy, mall cop Hank, not this monster who towered above me.

" Time to go. I'm busting you out, frail." He snickered slightly, as he advanced towards me.

Since when did good guys look like mass murders? I asked myself, and I would have asked him, but I was too scared spitless for my tongue to work properly.

He now stood a mere foot away from me, his face still indiscernible because of the shadows. He could have been Sasquatch for all I knew. My back lay pressed against the floor, and in a pathetic attempt at escape, I rolled over and began to army crawl away from him- even if it led me straight into the wall. But hey, when you're so scared you could puke, it's hard to form a rational escape plan. How did James Bond do it?

A tight grip securely fastened onto my ankle, and yanked me backwards.

" I said it's time to go."

Time for you to go to hell. I kicked out, and connected with something hard. I inwardly smiled but I heard no grunt of pain, so I turned to see. I wished I hadn't. My assessment had been correct- I had hit him, but it hadn't mattered, because he still held on.

OH MAJOR CRAP!

Screaming, I kicked and hit ferociously as I was dragged backwards towards him, and out the open jail door. I clutched desperately at the bars, but whenever my fingers wrapped around the cold bars he tugged harder. I sobbed each time my grasp broke.

Early on I knew that my resistance was futile and idiotic, but that didn't stop me.

Once my body was fully out of the jail, he jerked me to my feet, using one large arm to pin my back to his chest. A plate-sized hand covered my mouth, and twisted my head to the right so my neck was exposed. I clutched with both hands at the large arm covering my chest and shoulder, almost as if I was hanging from a cliff.

My heart pounded in my ears so loudly that I could barely hear him speak, even though his mouth was at my left ear.

" I don't repeat myself."

Hot breath created goose bumps on my neck, and I whimpered into his hand but remained silent.

Seemingly satisfied that he had made his point, he stalked to the door that tenuously hung to its hinges- lugging me under one arm. I dug my feet in stubbornly, knocking anything over within range.

We passed through the mall cop's " lounge" room, which I fleeting noticed was empty. Then I remembered what the other cop has said about some guy driving a car through Macy's front window.

Could that have been-? No… it couldn't. Focus Kate, focus.

Focus on what per say? That I was being man handled twice in one hour? Yeah, real encouraging thoughts.

Flinging aside another door he dragged me out, and we entered into the hustling crowd of the mall.

Seeing a new opportunity for escape, I began to scream for help. I hoped that if I made a scene and someone came to help, the monster might relent.

" For God's sake, someone help me!" I bellowed. " Help! Someone help!"

I craned my neck around to see if anyone was going to help me, but women just screamed, the children pointed and the men, well, they all just stood slacked jawed and silent.

How could they?

I could not comprehend how they could let a man drag away an obviously helpless and scared woman, who screamed for assistance.

How could they?

But they did.

I reached for people standing next to me, trying to grasp on to them, but they just sided away and retreated quickly from my touch.

He pulled me quicker through the crowd and onwards, towards the exit. As we rounded another corner, I gave it one last shot.

" Anyone? Please! Help me! Please!" I screamed. Apparently he was done with the noise, and his rough hand clamped down on my mouth again. So he now dragged me with his right hand hooked under my arm and rising to my face. My feet still dragging behind.

Tears streamed down my face, but through them I saw a figure move through the stagnant with fear crowd. He moved quickly, shoving and pushing his way through people. My hope flared, but when he finally reached the outer perimeter he halted and stared. My hope died quickly for he was just a boy, no more than a 22 years old. My age.

His blues eyes burned with the fervor of his convictions, a boy grown and nurtured by parents who had probably taught him to stand up to evil, and protect women, even when no one else would- with good reason.

The monster stopped, turning to face the brave fool. My stomach flipped in fear. I had an odd sense that this was a rabbit trying to rescue a mouse from a cat.

I shook my head sobbing. I didn't call for him; I didn't want an innocent man to die. I didn't know what I needed to escape this monster, but it was not him.

" Let her go." His voice and knees trembled pathetically. Even with my mouth covered, I shock my head back and forth, trying to tell him to run.

" Are you telling me what to do, boy?" The monster purred above me.

My body fell slack in terror, and my eyes closed.

" Let her go." The blue-eyed boy repeated.

Instantaneously he released me, and I slumped to the floor.

" Stay. I'll be right back." He ordered, before walking to the boy.

I raised my head from the floor, and watched in horror at the monster's broad back. Stopping a foot from the fear stricken man, he cocked his head.

Primitive human survival instinct ordered me to close my eyes, and cover my head. So I did. Not seconds after they closed, a deep guttural growl sounded and then one scream of death.

Like the crowds in the coliseum they watched, but instead of cheers screams of terror erupted and spread like wild fire. People stampeded in flight, and those not quick enough were trampled without pity.

His hard hand pinned my neck- his fingers wrapping all the way around, and yanked me upwards, spinning me around to see what he had done to my poor young hero.

As my airway was constricted, bile rose in my throat as I saw a growing puddle of blood spilling from the boy's neck.

"He was a brave young pup, I'll give him that." He snickered in my ear.

Something in me snapped. The terror that had been holding my body immobile in the past moments morphed into pure energy and rage. A consuming force in my body, a wave of adrenaline and I rode the crest of the wave.

I bit down hard on his hand, tasting salty blood and then stomped on his foot. I don't think I really hurt him, but I pissed him off.

Yanking my head around, he made me face him.

His face was inches from my face; dark narrow eyes peered into mine. My neck hurt as I craned away from his face, but his grip was unbreakable. Slowly his lips parted into a horrible smile. Horrific because his canines were elongated into menacing fangs; white, sharp and lethal.

As he spoke they gleamed. " Don't you have an off switch?" He smiled widely again. " Oh look! I found it."

Again he spun me around and grabbed me by the back of the neck, like a mother cat might pick up her offspring, then shoved me head first towards a nearby wall.

Then I suddenly became intimately acquainted with the wall. Nice to meet you wall, but I really must be passing out right now. With that greeting I pleasantly collapsed.

A/N: Thank you all for your lovely comments, and even from people who didn't read, " My life married to a monster." It means a lot.

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