Have you ever seen or heard anyone quite like Mort? Same personality, or same past? Well meet Michelle Riain, a headstrong girl just turning twenty-five and living with her boyfriend. But when things start getting freaky in the New York apartment building building where will she go? Will she be better off in her apartment? Find out....

Run you stupid fool, run, this isnt gonna be a pretty sight.

Alex's hand swept across Michelles face leaving a huge red mark, Michelle staggered a little backwards.

'YOU LITTLE BITCH! HOW DARE YOU SLEEP AROUND, HOW DARE YOU!'

Alex's hands descended onto her neck as her life was beginning to die between his finger tips. She was struggling to breath, it was the feeling of being drowned. Her head was throbbing, she felt like someone had shot her, her face beginning to turn purple. Alex let go as she crumpled to the floor, and sprawled out over the tiles.

He's a coward, he'll try to kick you.

Get up, run!

Before its too late!

You don't want to turn out like your mother do you?

Alex's leg swung towards her as she moved her aching body out of the way, shards of pain attacked her whole body and she pulled herself up and started limping towards the door. She couldnt get it open, she was too weak. A arm creeped around her neck and pulled her backwards, she felt her neck crack a little. She was flailing everywhere, arms, legs, anything, anything to get him to stop. He pulled her backwards and she used her hands to search for something, something to hurt him, scar him, scar him like he scarred her. She felt around the sitting room table and realized she left her pocket knife on the other table, but how would she get there? Was there anything else? Alex, Alex was working on the pipes yesterday and he left the screwdriver on the table. Her hands grasped the screwdriver and she plunged it into his arm. He screamed and let go of her.

Get out, use the fire exit....ANYTHING!

Maybe you are a stupid little bitch Michelle.

If you don't get out of here, you wont be anything at all!

She went to the fire exit and opened the window, she started down the zig-zag staircase. People were watching her from below and threw they're windows as she descended downwards. She hit the pavement and ran as fast as she could.

'MICHELLE! DON'T LEAVE ME HONEY, I'M SORRY! I WON'T DO IT AGAIN! I LOVE YOU! MICHELLE?'

She kept on running, she had listened to him and belived him before but not again. She would no longer let herself be raped and abused while he laughed at her. No longer will she have to feel second best, or a nasty peice of trash. No more. She hailed a taxi as the taxi driver got out with open arms.

'Miss are you ok, do you need medical assistance or something?'

Dont answer his questions, just get the hell out of there, before he comes back.

'Can you just get me out of here?'

The taxi cab driver nodded as they both got into the taxi and drove off. Michelle's face was battered, her creamy white skin was now coated with dry blood. Her gray eyes were now all black and blue, and her red hair had a bunch of blood and dirt in it. Her eyes were getting heavy though, she did not want to go to sleep but her eyes, and her body wouldnt let. She slipped into deep, undisturbed sleep.

When she awoke the taxi had stopped and the taxi-cab driver had dissapeared. She kinda freaked out and looked around. She breathed a sigh of relief as she saw the taxi-driver come back to the taxi with a bottle of Pepsi and Moutain Dew. He looked back at me and smiled, did he want money or something. I was confused, I didnt know where we were.

'Sir....where are we?'

He pointed out the window and buckled his seatbelt, he looked back at me and handed me the Moutain Dew.

'Tashmore Lake, and I do belive I cant take you any farther missy.'

Give him money, give him money and hide anywhere.

You know Alex. if he cant have you, no one will.

He will ruin everyone in your life, and kill you when he finds you.

'How much do I owe you?'

He waved his hand, I put my wallet back in my pocket and got out of the cab. I watched it drive down the road until it was a little yellow dot. She looked around, there was a line of little shops and a bunch of people who were walking around, seemed humble enough, and the people seemed nice enough.

Seemed nice enough?

Thats what you though about Alex, and then he....

Michelle shook her head and made her way to the diner, she had enough money for a cup of coffee and Tylenol. She walked inside (after fighting with the door, she didnt know which one she was supposed to enter) and sat down at a stool. The people beside her gave her worried expressions and looked at her bloody clothes. The woman beside the counter ignored whoever was talking to her and walked over to Michelle.

'What happened to you honey?'

Tell no one, they give you sympathy, you dont need that. Your strong.

'I kinda fell. Can I get a cup of coffee.'

She kinda mumbled a little 'sure' and proceeded to go and get Michelle her coffee. She was staring at a teenager who was handling some cigarettes, he looked at her and held one up.

'You want a pack?'

She kinda ignored him as he went back to his cigarettes. The women came back and plopped a cup of coffee in front of her. Michelle half smiled and took a sip of the coffee, she never put sugar of milk in her coffee so when a cup of it was put in front of her, she drank it right away. It was kinda disgusting, tasted like really strong tea, maybe it was really strong tea passed off for coffee. She left her coffee/tea on the counter and looked down the aisles for Tylenol. She got some and went back to the counters. People were staring at her funny, and who wouldnt. It looks like she just got out of a major bar fight. After alot of people staring at her for about five minutes, she barged out of the store.