AN: Just as a warning the next few chapters are going to be a bit shorter. Enjoy:)
Tony and Sara walked slowly around the neighborhood. Everything was dark and quite. Tony held her hand but not as tightly as he used to. They were almost on their way back when Sara heard footsteps behind her.
She refused to look back.
'Just the police detail' she told herself 'That's all'
She wouldn't look back because that would show that she was way too paranoid or that she was being followed. Neither of these options were appealing to her, especially the later one. She felt Tony grip her hand tighter and Sara started to walk just a little faster. She scanned the street in front of her, looking for a store of something she could duck into. Everything was dark. There was nowhere for her to go.
'Where is that damn detail' she thought, because now she was sure it wasn't them. Fear started to pulse through her veins and she fought to calm herself.
With one quick motion, and without even stopping, Sara lifted Tony off the ground and put him on her back. Her feet hurt from the extra weight, but she would still be able to go faster then if the little boy ran on his own.
She still didn't run, just kept walking at the quickened pace, no longer caring where she was going. She took a deep breath.
'Calm down. Steady yourself' she thought. She could still hear the foot steps behind her. Using on hand to keep the little boy on her back, Sara used the other hand to inspect the contents of her pockets. She had left her gun in a locked cabinet at Greg's apartment, thinking there was no need for it on this walk.
'Wallet, keys, spare change...cell phone' Here heart leapt as she felt the little phone in her right pocket. She pulled it out and attempted to turn it on.
This is when she made the mistake of looking over her shoulder. She couldn't see the face of who was following her but that didn't matter. She knew who it was. And suddenly he started running. Sara's head whipped around and started running also.
She knew it was hopeless, knew it was a lost cause. Dirchy was lean and fit. Sara was weighted down by Tony and still not totally steady on her feet. But she did have some distance on him and ran for all she was worth, the fear giving her energy. She felt some of the wounds on her feet reopen and start to bleed again, reminding her forcibly of the last time she ran from this man.
He caught her easily and slammed her into a wall with enough force to break her nose. The cell phone fell out of her hand and hit the ground. She cried out in pain and felt the little boy yanked off her back. She heard Tony shouting and then suddenly become silent mid-scream. She couldn't see anything. Blood clouded her eyes, but she couldn't figure out why. She only thought she was bleeding from her nose. She felt Dirchy grab the back of her hair and started to scream again. Something was stuffed into her mouth and halfway down her throat.
Fear and panic was making her crazy. She lashed out at things she couldn't see. If she had a full grip on her brain she might be able to do something but she couldn't. Survival was her main goal right now but she couldn't hold onto a thought long enough to figure out how to achieve that goal.
She choked on her gag and continued to thrash. She couldn't breath. Lack of oxygen and blood was making her dizzy. She no longer knew which way was up. She couldn't hear anything anymore. Her vision was black but she couldn't figure out it was because her eyes were shut.
She felt her body being lifted up. She knew she was being carried. She could no longer seem to control her arms or legs or anything else. She hit the ground again, hard. Then she felt something else hit her and land nearly on top of her. Then she felt movement beneath her body.
That is when she completely fainted.