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Jane ran as fast as she could across the roof of the building, adrenaline running high. He was coming for her - she had gotten too close. As she rounded the corner, she realised she had run out of room to flee. She turned to face the man who chased her, like a deer caught in the headlights. His face was in shadows as he stepped towards her and evan as he placed a cold, bloodstained hand on her chest, she couldn't make out his features. Then he pushed, sending her hurtling towards the asphalt.
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Jane woke with a start. It was three in the morning and for the third time that week she had awaken in a cold sweat. The killer, now dubbed 'The Critic' by the press because of his victims, had been all she thought about for the last month. The number of murders had escalated to six over the past two weeks - one had been strangled, another sliced in half, one shot, another hung, one had even been burned alive - gagged so they wouldn't scream - and the most horrid was the one that had been tortured slowly until they bled to death. Images flashed through her head until she wanted to throw up. She vowed, for what seemed like the millionth time, to hunt this guy down and bring him in.
Thinking about this dilemma turned her thoughts to her other problem. John was too innocent, too niave for the city, but she couldn't bring herself to let him go. She didn't understand why she had the most intense feelings just from seeing him. With Michael there had been affection and desire, but not with such ferocity. When John touched her she turned to mush on the inside. Her knees weakened and she found it hard to think of reasons to pull away. A small smile formed on her lips, unbeknownst to her. Suddenly she thought ' I love him - no I did not just think that. No, it's just because I feel protective of him. He never lost that child-like innocence torn away from too many, too young. Yes, I most certainly do not love him.'
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Tarzan watched Jane throught he window as she slept. He wanted to be there, beside her, with her. To protect her from the nightmare that plagued her dreams and made her cry out in the night. But he knew she wouldn't let him. 'She's so beautiful' he thought 'so perfect and fragile looking, with that hidden core of strenght showing through her steel-blue eyes' With one last longing look, he left to return to his nocturnal duties.
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Tarzan studied the alley below him, finding only stray cats and dogs. 'The moon has already risen to the mid-point of the sky - I have little time left.' He sighed aloud and continued to the next alley. Just as he got there he heard a piercing scream fill the air. He froze where he was and sniffed the night air - and found the putrid, musty stench he had been searching for. Darting silently off, he followed the smell until he found an alley so small he hadn't realised it was there. Then he saw the young girl being held tightly in a tall man's hand. The man was in shadows from the top of his head to the bottom of his boots, adding to the ethereal effect be wearing pitch-black clothes. Tarzan threw himself down and landed heavily on the mans back, stunning him momentarily. Turning to the unconscious girl, he picked her up and made sure she was safe before whirling on the man. Or atleast were the man should have been. Instead there was nothing but shadows - not even a scent trail.
He was so caught up in his confusion he didn't hear the girl awaken and stand. Didn't hear ao sense it when she reached an arm out to grab his shoulder. But he did feel it when he was forcefully turned and kissed by a complete stranger.
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How was it ppl's?? Good? Bad? So horrible I should be painfully executed for subjecting poor innocent readers to this senseless dribble? Whatever you think, r&r please!!!
Sorry again for the short-of-ness!