Ready for Freddy?
CHAPTER 10 (Already? Wow!)
No! This should not be happening… it wasn't fair. The Phone Guy? Not him! Penny raced outside of the establishment into the late evening and ran. No destination, no reason, she just ran.
Penny stopped at a lamp post to catch her breath. She didn't know where in town she was, but she didn't care, she didn't even want to be home. She wanted to be… away.
Penny noticed something odd, this lamp post felt a little too soft to be a lamp post, but it felt like a sweater. Why a sweater? Penny looked up and saw a man looking at her, shocked.
Penny leapt back in fear and fell backwards into the path of an oncoming car. Right before the car could slam into her, ending her life, the man grasped her arm and yanked her out of the way.
The sudden force caused Penny to crash against the man's chest. Penny (for some reason) wrapped her arms around the man's waist and began to cry softly. Penny needed to relieve all of the stress that had been building up ever since she started working at Freddy's.
Penny wouldn't stop crying anytime soon. The man remained silent as Penny sobbed. Penny tightened her grip around the man's waist. Some sort of feeling began to Build up inside Penny's stomach, (not vomit) it was a feeling… one that could not be explained by a normal human being, but a poet. A feeling that some liked, and some despised of. The feeling was on that Penny could not distinguish. Yes, that murderous feeling that seemed to tear at Penny from the inside out.
Penny began to sob even harder. This was not what she wanted to happen! A drip plopped on the tip of Penny's nose. For a second, she thought it was the man's drool, but a second later, she felt more drops, growing rapid and numerous. Rain.
The man whipped out an umbrella, opened it, and held it over the both of their heads. Rain thudded heavily against the umbrella and on the tops of nearby parked cars. Minutes passed and the two stood there. Passersby strolled by and glared at them.
After forever, the man spoke to her. "Are you okay? What happened?" he asked in a deep tone. Penny separated from the man and looked into his face. His hair was dirty blond, and his eyes were blue, and deep. "Um… y-yeah. I'm fine." Penny replied nervously. " Well… if you insist." The man replied with a smirk.
Penny sighed. "Wha-... what's your name?" Penny asked softly. "Well, I don't think you really need to know that right now. I suggest you get home. Take my umbrella, I have a spare at home." The man said giving Penny the black umbrella.
Penny raced off into the rainy evening as the man said to. She didn't want to, but she felt that if she didn't, bad things would happen.
After what seemed like forever, Penny Foster burst into her house closing the umbrella on the way in. Jacob was sitting on the couch watching Thomas again. Penny sat next to him to examine the umbrella.
This umbrella had a strange feel to it. Penny turned it over in her hands looking for anything of interest. After a few minutes, she found a tag on the umbrella. Written on the tag in Sharpie marker, was the name Mike Schmidt.