Little Runaway
Breakfast with the Man
I never slept at all last night, I couldn't not with that killer out there...then again he DID spare me...for now...but at least he wasn't the black haired man...speaking of him...where was he-WHAT AMI SAYING! I don't give a flying monkey about him! All that matters is staying alive...and a big problem is arising...I'm as thin as a post, I can either wait until the man came back...or I can- wait where is my back pack? It has all my food in it, oh I'm so hungry, I made my decision, I got up and went to the door, I opened it gently, no one was there so I walked down the stairs, I saw my back pack and dashed over only to be caught in a net, I sighed as the man came over, I gave an innocent smile.
"Heh heh...Hi?"
I laughed as he undid the net and lift me over his shoulder, I got a fright and yelped when he held onto his knife but he shook his head and I breathed in relief, I saw him carrying me to the stairs and I began to struggle he was getting impatient but I had to tell him if not I would starve.
"Please Mr. Killer I'm starving I was running from a bad man, please let me eat? I'm nothing but bones."
I begged, he froze and put me down, I lifted my torn top that showed nothing but ribs,he stroked them gently and tilted his head like a puppy, he retracted his hand and made a follow gesture, so I followed.
The Shape was confused to say the least, why was a creature as small as this so skinny? Did her mother not feed her? And what was this about her running from a bad man, it wasn't him? Was it? He would have to make this clear when they sat down.
I sat at the rusty table and watched him cook, he was really good, if I ever got home then I had quite the story to tell everyone, 'The Girl who made friends with a Killer' ha like anyone will believe a nine year old kid...but...I am curious to what he is making...
The Shape concentrated on the sparks of the frying pan, it had been years since he used this, but he guessed it was paternal instinct or something like that, the little thing was a thin as anything and he could not let that stand! He may be a killer but he doesn't like child abuse...like the abuse he had to suffer...but he was still wary, who was this child? And why was she here, all this and more is what he wanted to know...
I watched him come over and place food on my side, but he never ate, I looked at him but when he looked at me I looked at my food, it was bacon and eggs...green bacon and eggs, I took a big brave gulp and opened my mouth, I put the bacon in my mouth and...it wasn't bad...it turned out the green stuff was spinach, I laughed.
The Shape watched the small creature dig in and couldn't help but smile under his mask, she really was dying of hunger, it made him feel happy inside his cold chest.
"Do you want some Mr. Killer?"
She asked innocently, The Shape shook his head, she copied his head tilt
"You sure, I mean it's the best thanks I could offer"
She smiled, he still said no so she shrugged and ate more of his food
The Shape was content with himself but he remembered the original reasons he had made this little one food in the beginning.
I looked at him and he seemed in thought, I decided now to ask my questions.
"Um...what's your name?"
I asked timidly, he tilted his head
"Is it Boogeyman?"
I whimpered, I remember my friend Tony telling me about the Boogeyman
He shook his head No
I breathed in relief
"Do you live here all by yourself? Mr. Killer?"
I guessed
He nodded a sad yes
"Oh...I'm sorry...well if you want to know, my name is Tracey"
I said, his head shot up and it scared me, had I said too much, my dad always called me a little cat and curiosity killed the cat, IS HE GING TO KILL ME?
"A-Are you going to kill me?"
I whimpered
He nodded yes
I began to cry, I didn't want to die, I was only nine, I still had my whole life to look forward to!
"Why do you want to kill me?"
I asked still whimpering
He looked at the small creature again, she was nothing more than a child, a small defenceless child, he looked at her again and shook his head
"You don't want to?"
I asked, he nodded
"If you want...I can tell you why I came here?"
I suggested, he nodded
"Well, for starters my name is Tracey Downz, I'm 9 years old and I was running away from home."
He gave me a look
"My mummy was neglectful always getting boyfriends...she even touched the thing I cherished most, I can't remember what my dad's last name was, but I doubt it matters, I ran away and got kidnapped, there was a man chasing me so I had to run in here, he was going to do bad things to me...you aren't going to do that...are you?"
I told the whole truth, he looked sorry
"Can I try to guess your name?"
I asked, he was puzzled but nodded
"Ok...does it begin with...M?"
I asked he nodded I clapped my hands
"I had an uncle that began with M...but mummy never mentioned him, I only had one picture of him."
The Shape was now rigid, the mark burned badly, this little child couldn't be related to him!
"My uncles name was Michael"
The Shape grabbed his knife under the table
"Is your name Michael?"
I asked innocently, he lunged at me and I screamed, I ran from him, what did I do? I was only asking, I was going to say I didn't know what his last name was, why was he mad at me? What had I done, that doesn't matter, I have to escape- ah! He slashed my arm! I'm bleeding, I have to get out, I ran to the attic, there was no way out, I had to jump
SMASH
I jumped out of the window and fell in the mud, it was raining and thunder was banging of the ground, I was terrified, I should have known better than to trust a killer, they are like cats, unpredictable, I ran with tears in my eyes, I saw the park, lightning hut the slide, everywhere I looked I saw him, I decided to run to the house of mirrors, not the best but I'll be dry.
Michael looked around he saw the girl run away from him, he was furious, how could he have another niece and not know about her! Whoever her father was must have moved away from Haddonfield to keep her safe! He could not believe how stupid he had been, showing her kindness! But now that she is better she will betray him, well not if he could stop her!
I sat cowering in the mirror house, god must have been angry at me, why else would he have sent that man after me? Oh no, not him! I cried, I saw the man who chased me, he smiled and ran after me, I cried and cried.
"Please leave me alone, I have two people trying to catch me"
I cried harder, he wasn't fazed just kept running after me, I was growing tired, I saw the entrance and breathed a sigh of relief, but someone stepped into the house of mirrors, it was Michael, I looked back and forth helplessly, one side wanted me dead, the other side wanted me hurt.
It was like they were the dogs and I was the chew toy...
Oh poor kid...
She is in a fickle now isn't she
Which man will get her?
Who will win this fight?
And
Will little Tracey survive?
R&R
Byes