Author's Notes: Okay you ready for the next chapter. Some of you said that the first chapter freaked you out and now because of the first chapter I think I'm going to freak out whenever I'm running alone and a hear motorcycle. I never personally go out alone at night for fear of the Borg. Okay on with the story.
"Is she back yet?" Mark Smith asked his dad after coming down the stairs. It was going on 9:30 and his younger sister Jenny still wasn't back yet from her run. Mark had tried to convince her that it was too dangerous to go out at night, but Jenny had argued that it was perfectly safe because she wasn't going very far and the biggest crime in their area had been the theft of a trash can that was later returned and most everyone in their neighborhood went to bed around 8, so there was nothing to worry about. Mark had still worried.
"No," His dad
replied, "She was only going three miles, right?"
"That's what she
told me, but knowing her she could have easily gone four or five knowing her,"
He went over and grabbed his jacket, "I'm going to go look for her."
"Okay, but don't
you have to finish that paper you were working on?" His dad asked.
"Just did," Mark
said heading out the door, "See you later."
He went out to his
car, unlocked the door and climbed in. Then began driving along her route. He knew it perfectly because he had created it and he would have been
running with her expect for the fact that he had a history paper due. If anything had happened to Jenny he would
never forgive himself or his history teacher.
He hadn't been on
the road more than five months when he spotted something in the middle of the
road. He stopped the car and got
out. When he saw what it was his heart
almost stopped. It was a body and it
was clearly his sister's because it was wearing her favorite running outfit, a
pink shirt and a pair of silver shorts. He walked up to her kneeled down on the ground and gently rolled her
over. It was defiantly Jenny. Her eyes were wide open and her face was
poised in an expression of fear, stray strands of her light brown hair stuck to
the gash along her throat. Mark tried
not to let the tears stain his face, but they did anyways. He was her big brother he shouldn't have let
this happen.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," a voice choked by tears said
in the distance. Mark turned and saw a
guy standing in the distance; the only part of him that you could clearly see
was his face because he was wearing all black. It was clear to Mark that was the guy that had killed his sister.
Mark wasn't quite
sure of what to do. He didn't want to
leave his little alone, but he didn't want the basterd that killed her to get
away either. Finally he made his
decision. He went over to his car and
opened up the door, "Come on get in," He called to the guy in black. The guy walked over and got in the car, Mark
then promptly locked the door so the guy couldn't escape.
He then walked
along the back of the car, opened up the trunk and pulled out a blanket. Mark then walked back to his sister and
gently warapped the blanket around her. He then walked over to the car and opened up the door to the backseat
and then back over to his sister, picked her up and walked back over to the
car. As he walked he causally talked to
her as if she would answer, but he knew she never would. Once he got to the car he gently laid her
down on the backseat and kissed her goodnight.
A/N: So how did you
like that? The next chapter should be
out soon and Catie is in it so it should be pretty good. For you guys who don't like how I portrayed Jamie,
I'm just trying to get you to think outside of the box. Thanks for reading and review!