Note: Rated PG13 for strong language, Charles river killer is a figment of my undernutrished imagination, all his victims and himself are fiction, I know he bares a resemblence to the green river killer but alas he is not.
Jordan's POV
I wish Woody would relax, he keeps looking at me funny, and I try to look at him but when I do he looks away. When we reached the park, I took of my shoes and slipped my bare feet into the frigid water and sat on the embankment. The water was glassy, and glowed an iridescent ashen almost blue with moonlight. Soon Woody joined me, we sat in comfortable silence. "You know those ducks are rabid." I whispered when he approached a big, fat, Mama Duck and her juniors. "Please Jordan," he whispered a little bit irritated with me "Hi there." He whispered, reaching out to the baby duck, suddenly Mommy reared and launched herself at Woody. He took off at top speed, so did she. I had the breath knocked out of me laughing, a laugh I hadn't felt in a long time. Pretty soon Woody jogged over to me, his hair mussed, breathing labored the grey duck that had taken a chunk out of his hand, was wandering into the pond, unruffled with us now. "That bird is Psychotic" Woody screeched, I chuckled and leaned into him, looking at the gaping bite in his hand. "Lets go, I have to clean that." "But... But," he stuttered "We haven't made out yet!" "easy now Farm boy, lets clean you up."
I got him back to the apartment, led him to the bathroom and pulled some antiseptic from the drawer in the sink. "Well, first a girl now you're getting ass kicked by a duck." "Hey," Woody started a good natured grin on his face "That duck was huge" I laughed and kissed his cheek.
Woody's POV
After she cleaned my battle wounds and I had got her ready for bed when I left her apartment she was asleep. She had to go to sleep, tomorrow was her first day of work. And I was on the hunt for a serial killer, a evil one, and there was one nagging thought running threw my mind, drumming against my skull, Jordan lived awfully close to the Charles River, and all the victims bore an eerie resemblance to her, I walked back to the apartment to lock the door, as darkness crept on, I began to run, something was wrong, terribly wrong, I could feel it in my bones. Then I heard the scream, It was an glass shattering scream, all I could think was 'Oh my God, Jordan!'
I really hope this story isn't getting boring
Jenna