AUTHOR'S NOTE
Sorry for the short chapter today anyone reading this...I couldn't find any filler stuff to make it longer.
I heard Shank moving towards me. It reminded me of the last time I had seen him, down that alley.
"Here, froggy froggy froggy," he sang dementedly. "Time to come out and play."
Anne huddled behind the dumpster and prayed that he wouldn't come any closer to her.
Shank laughed maniacally. He fired his gun into the air. "Frooooooggyyyyyy," he sang. "Don't make me wait. You know how...impatient I can get when we play hide and seek."
Anne shuddered. He had been playing this sick version of hide and seek since she had found him in the remnants of the path to the factory, giggling next to her parents bodies, inviting her to stay with him. She had to get away, fast. Otherwise she would be just like her parents and her best friend and the Professor, dead and forgotten in Shank's insane rampage. She rose to a low crouch. She made her way slowly to the next hiding place.
But Shank was a very good seeker.
"Gotcha!" He cried. He shot at her. The bullet hit her shoulder. Running through the pain, she found herself facing a stone wall. She heard Shank's voice behind her.
"Ready or not, here I come," he said, cocking his gun. Making a rash decision, Anne jumped to the first toe hold right when Shank fired. The bullet dug itself into the wall. Anne scrambled over the wall and lay panting in a heap at the bottom. She picked herself up and walked out of the alley. She made her way to a nearly-empty café and heaved through the door like it was made of lead. The manager looked up from his paper at the sound of the rusty bell ringing. He gasped at the blood pouring out of Anne and called the police. She turned to look out the window and found herself staring into the mad eyes of Shank. "I'm coming to get you " he said sadistically. Anne collapsed.
No. No, he wouldn't. I would fight him this time, not just run. I would fight for my family and my best friend, Aelita Schaeffer.