(This is a big timeskip from the first chapter.)
Mallory laid on her temporary bed at the motel staring at the dark ceiling. Henry, the old man who owned and runned the place, decided that she could stay as long as she liked after she had explained she was a traveler and was planning on staying in town for a while. Of course she had to help with chores and things but she didn't really mind much since it was her only way to pay him back for his kindness. It was around 12:34 and she had decided to go to bed early but she couldn't sleep and instead had been tossing and turning up until that point, her expression showing she was deep in thought but also somewhat stressed, as if something has been bothering her.
It's been a month and a half since I got here and I have no leads as to where she could be. Is she alive? Is she even anywhere near me? Was she taken back? No...she couldn't have been taken back that place has been abandoned since that day. What if-
A sudden chill startled Mallory out of her mind and she sat up looking around. She spotted her window, which was wide open. A light breeze wafted through her window carrying the scent of alcohol and blood. This was a scent that was slightly familiar to her as it kept appearing over the last month. Mallory could never find its source but the stench of the alcohol always made her gag making her wish the person or thing it belonged to never existed. Mallory moved her sheets and slowly got out of bed. When her feet touched the bare wooden floor, she couldn't help but pull them back up. The floor was freezing! Mallory reached for her duffel bag which was sitting next to the bed and opened it up, pulling out a pair of fuzzy blue socks and slipping them on. Satisfied that these would keep her feet warm, she made her way over to the window and quickly shut it, shivering from the cold. "Jeez fall sucks on this side of the U.S." she muttered walking back to her bed. Something made her stop though. For some reason she had the sudden urge to turn on the light but felt that it wasn't the best idea. She thought for a moment then realized something which made her smile in excitement. Her entire stay here, she had never opened the window. Someone had snuck in. Someone was planning something. She was about to have some fun.
Mallory got down on her hands and knees and lifted up the bed sheet. Under the bed was her favorite, metal baseball bat. It was covered in all sorts of colorful drawings and stickers that she had gotten from her travels but it was also covered in blood. Mallory slowly pulled it out from under the bed and stood up, resting it across her shoulders. She kept the light off keeping her room dark, but that wasn't a problem for her. The light of the moon that streamed through her open curtains was all she needed in order to see. Her eyes scanned the room and landed on the closet which was cracked slightly. Her excited smile turned into that of a twisted grin. Mallory started to giggle uncontrollably. "Come out, come out wherever you are!" she called out happily. When Mallory got no response she giggled even more. "Do you think you have a choice? There is no choice...not this time." the end of the bat hit the floor and she slowly started walking towards the closet, dragging the bat behind her. Maniac and Mayhem were awake by this point and sat under the bed, watching intently as Mallory made her way to the closet.
Mallory stood in front of the closet and she gave a simple knock. "People shouldn't sneak into a girls room while she's trying to sleep. It makes one rather paranoid ya know? Makes it hard to sleep." a deep chuckle came from the closet and the door swung open. Standing there was a man. This man could have been no older than twenty and was obviously a psycho but his appearance to Mallory was simple enough and didn't really bother her. The man was deathly pale, with black hair and silver eyes and was at least 6 ft tall maybe a little shorter. He wore a white hoodie that was stained in red, black skinny jeans and black and white shoes. What stood out about the man was the never ending shit eating grin he wore from eat to ear. It looked as if someone had carved the smile into his cheeks. He also never seemed to blink and just stared at her. Mallory stared back, slightly annoyed by the taller male, and raised a brow. "Am I supposed to scream or...What? Like, dude, are you gonna come out of the closet or not?" the man, as if not hearing her, raised a kitchen knife, his eyes flashing with anger. He muttered, "Go to sleep." and with a crazy laugh the man swung his knife down aiming for her heart. Mallory took a step to the left, the knife grazing her arm instead. She then grabbed him by the back of his head and kneed him in the face. She heard a sickening crack and pulled away, watching as the man held his face in pain, blood dripping onto the floor. Mallory giggled and his eyes snapped towards her. "Wow...was that all?" the man let out an angry roar and lunged at her. Mallory, startled by his sudden action, swung her bat aiming for his head but missed and the two of them collided falling in a fumbling pile on the floor. The man was on top of her and was holding Mallory's hands above her head with one hand, his knife raised just above where her heart should be. Mallory stared up at him blankly and the man just waited for a reaction. Fear, crying, anger, just something from the girl. "Why are you doing nothing?" He asked seeming highly annoyed from not getting any reaction. Mallory blinked in surprise. "Am I supposed to do something? Oh...I see now. Crazy killer in my room wants me to cry and beg for my life! News flash, not gonna happen. Why you ask? Well that is a great question Mister PaleAss! Because you're not gonna kill me." the man stared at her in surprise from her response, a quiet chuckle escaping his lips. Then he started to softly laugh which soon turned into an all out crazy guffaw, his chest and shoulders shaking from how hard he was laughing. Mallory just rolled her eyes in annoyance and sighed, waiting for him to stop laughing. This is such a drag. Mallory started rolling back and forth a bit but could only move so far as her hands were still above her and the man was still on top of her. The man watched her in amusement, his laughing fit finally over. "I guess you realized that you have no chance." Mallory said nothing as a whistle, on a chain around her neck, flew up and landed perfectly in her mouth. I didn't think this would actually work...cool. The man raised a brow and reached to pull the whistle away when she blew on it. No sound came out making him laugh. "What is that thing for anyway? Trying to alert someone? Not working is it runt?" Mallory spat the whistle out and glared harshly as she started hollering at the man in pure anger. "WHO YOU CALLING SO SMALL YOU HAVE TO LOOK AT THEM THROUGH A MAGNIFYING GLASS?!" The man stared at her in confusion and in her tiny fit of rage, Mallory kicked the man in the gut and pushed him down. His knife flew out of his hand and Mallory jumped on top of him, catching the knife handle as it fell. She was PISSED. Mallory HATED being called short.
Mallory raised the Knife above her head as blood lust pooled off of her in waves. She was tired of this man and she didn't get to have her fun. She swung down, aiming for his throat but the man caught her hands and struggled as he tried to keep the blade from piercing his skin. Mallory smiled a little as she now realized she had him somewhat cornered. "Looks like you're about to die. So why not let go and just let me end you? What reason do you have to live?" she could clearly see the man was frowning even though he had that carved smile. This was obviously not going how he wanted. "I'm not letting a little bitch like you kill me. Besides, I do have a reason to live." in one quick motion the man punched Mallory in the face and pushed her back onto the floor, once again pinning her. "It's to kill." Mallory scoffed and headbutted him in the face and thrusting her hand into his left shoulder pushing him off. "That's a little stupid." The man growled and lunged at her once again.
The two of them rolled around punching and kicking trying to get the upper hand and the knife. After what seemed like forever, the man was finally on top and pinning Mallory down, the knife lying on the other side of the room. Both of them were breathing heavily and bleeding from all kinds of cuts they had given each other with the knife. The side of the man's head was also bleeding because at one point during the tussel, Mallory had grabbed her bedside lamp and started to beat the side of his head but he had managed to throw it out the window which was now broken. "You...are one stubborn Bitch." the man stated. Mallory barked laughed and smirked up at the man. "I could say the same about you. I've never met someone...who could pin me down this many times. But, while this has been fun…" Mallory bit his arm making the man scream in pain as blood sprayed from his new wound and onto her face. The man pulled his arm away and Mallory kneed him in the privates. She then twisted his arm and threw him off and jumped up, her fists raised. The man looked up at her holding his heavily bleeding arm. Sirens could be heard in the distance making his eyes widen. "Huh...well looks like I'm not killing you...yet." The man jumped to his feet and ran past her, grabbing his knife off the floor and jumping out the window. Mallory growled in frustration and followed, slamming open the front door and running out into the night. She stopped just outside of the parking lot and saw him running into the forest that was yards away. She was about to run after but a familiar voice stopped her from doing so. "Mallory!' Mallory turned and saw Neil running towards her in his pajamas and barefoot. Mallory watched as he threw himself at her crying heavily. "You're okay, you're okay!" he cried over and over, tears streaming down his face. Mallory smiled and held him close. "Of course I'm okay. What makes you think I wouldn't be?" Neil was about to answer when the cops showed up. They all quickly got out of their cars and pointed their guns at Mallory. "Oh boy…"