Chapter three
Hello again, so I do not own the lost boys but I do own Ali, yay!
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Ali slowly pulled into the clearing, parked and then sat in her car staring out into the trees ahead. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, she had felt like someone was following her but she saw no lights behind the car, quickly scanning over the trees around, shaking her head Ali whispered, "stop freaking out so much, now your paranoid, its probably just a animal or something, your fine, its gonna be fine." Ali sat in her car watching the leaves on the trees around her sway slightly with the wind, she turned up the radio and sung along to her favorite song 'push' by matchbox twenty, "I wanna push you around, well I will, well I will, I wanna push you down, well I will, well I will, I wanna take you for granted, I wanna take you for granted, yea well I will."
Dwayne looked down at his prey from his perch in a tall oak tree in front of her. A slight breeze tousled his hair around his shoulders, his dark eyes glared out, a soft chuckle escaped his lips, "what the hell was his prey doing? Did she want to be killed? Who goes out in the middle of no where all alone in the fucking murder capitol of the world?" Nevertheless Dwayne was thrilled, this girl was making this easy for him, so easy in fact that maybe he would take her back to the cave tonight where he could have his thrill, and no one but him would hear her scream. Stalking his victim and he would wait patently until she decided to do something because now he was curious as to what exactly his prey was doing, he was the boogie man and she was the unknowing dinner.
Ali looked around her one last time, sighed and unlocked her door. She slowly rose from her seat, stepped out of the car, turned and shut the door; with her hand resting on the handle she closed her eyes took a deep breath and began walking toward the path that led to Hudson's Bluff. She walked slowly but with conviction down the narrow path, every now and then looking up into the rustling trees behind and above her, "funny" she thought that the rustling never came front in front of her, but always from directly behind her or straight above her, it was like the forest was following her along her path to decent. Soon Ali reached the end of the path and the bluff was in direct view, she slowly walked to the edge of the cliff and looked out into the ocean and up into the stars above her, "I'm doing the right thing," she whispered her voice cracking, and she turned around took seven steps back, turned back around, "this is the way it has to be," she whispered one last time. And with tears in her eyes and dampening her cheeks she ran and threw herself off the cliff side.
Dwayne carefully stalked his prey through the treetops, occasionally she would look up into the trees hearing a rustling, but the look on her face said that she most likely thought it was the wind or a squirrel. He followed her all the way down the path that leads to Hudson's Bluff figuring she was going to meet a boy there, oh well, he'd kill her boyfriend, watch her scream in horror, try to run away and then carry out his original plan. It surprised him however when she walked out into the clearing alone, he waited in the shadows, watching her every move. What was this girl doing he thought as she walked close, too close to the edge of the cliff, and then when she turned he could see the tears in her eyes and instantly he knew what was going to happen, before he could stop her she was running toward the edge of the cliff! O hell no! This was not the way she was going to die, it was the cowards way out, and if anything Dwayne was not about to let his prey take the cowards way out. So quick as lighting he was after her, jumping off the cliff behind her, he saw her hit her head on a rock protruding out of the cliff side, and as he caught her, she took one look at him and passed out cold into his arms.
Ali awoke several hours later in a dark, damp room, and alough she was laid out softly on an old four postered bed she couldn't move much, her left ankle was tied to what she believed was a bed post and her head was throbbing terribly. Ali couldn't see anyone else, but she could feel that she wasn't alone. "Hello," she quietly called out and for several minutes no one answered, so she called out again this time a little louder, "hello, please, is somebody out there?" Ali felt a chill go up her spine when she heard a familiar deep, angry voice says, "Hello again, doll face."
I promise I will write more soon, most likely before the weekend! so review please so I know how I'm doing, much love to all of you! – Vana
