Hey! I forgot to mention that it's like pitch black outside in the last chapter. But it is like pitch black so yea you get it.
And to pixiestars162- I completely and totally agree with you. Don't worry something will happen at the end to explain why he's being so unphantom like. Promise! I know it's an unoriginal idea but I was just like high on oxygen when I came up with the idea and stuff so yea. I'm thinking about just dropping this story and starting over with a new one because it sucks so badly, but I don't know. Thank you so much for the review!
I own nothing and all that jazz. Except for the word pictatious! What a fun word!
As I began walking away from him, I felt strange like I should go back and forget about the noodles. But when do I ever listen to my "feelings"? I began to shiver from the cold and started to run to keep warm, and to get back to Erik faster.
I never have been a careful runner. I tend to forget to watch where I'm going. I ran headlong into this man carrying a heavy bag. He yelled and cursed at me for a while, and I continually apologized. He moved on and so did I. I came to a corner. There was a lamp post so I decided to stop and rest from running so hard.
The streets were wet with the rain that was falling. It was so cold that I expected it to freeze over. I could hear the angry French people yelling at each other to "go faster!" and "can you see that there's no cars in front of you?" Something smelt delicious! I looked over at the other side of the street and saw a little man with some kind of food. I went over to him to bye some from him, when I was grabbed from behind.
I tried to scream but he had his hand over my mouth. I was thrown into an alley where he began to continually punch, kick, and claw at me. I was terrified! I tried to fight back, but being in the position that I was, I could do nothing. I grabbed on to the nearest thing to me and threw it at my attacker. It turned out to be a pipe that had been thrown out the window of an apartment above us. He began kicking me harder asking over and over, "Where is he?"
I began to cry and said "I have no idea. Please leave me alone!" He kept asking and kicking. I felt around for the pipe and hurled it at his face. He slumped over on top of me. He smelled of whiskey, cigarettes, and sweat. I figured he must have just gotten back from a bar.
I pushed him off of me when I noted a scar like a rope burn around his neck. I thought that this would be a good distinguishing feature to tell the officers in case he got away before I could get him.
I ran out of the alley and ran into some one.
"I'm terribly sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going!" I said hurriedly.
"What happened to you?" It was Erik.
"Great" I thought.
"We need to go tell an officer. There was a man back there who attacked me."
"Did he get away?"
"I'm not sure I knocked him out with a pipe, but he might have come to and left already."
"Okay stay here."
"What are you going to do?"
"Just stay here." And with that he left into the alley.
I hope ya'll like this chapter. I tried to put a little mystery into it. Tell me what you think! R&R!
