Rejoice! For the next installation of Tucker's wacky exploits is posted! Yeah, well, I finally gathered enough energy to type up the next chapter. It definitely helped that Spring Break has finally decided to grace my life with its presence. So anyways, I hope you all like it! Enjoy.

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Wreaking Havoc

Ch. 5

Okay, let's recap. I'm standing on one side of the island, the side closest to the stove. Sam is looking particularly murderous, standing on the other side and holding a butcher knife with practiced ease. She would have had a calm look on her face, were it not for the scarily maddened eyes that held a glint I'd rather not know the meaning of.

All in all, I was screwed.

I was the nerdy techo-geek. I had nothing even close to physical prowess. I'm surprised that I even ran that far. So there was no chance in fighting her. My mind was pretty much frozen with fear, so trapping her wasn't an option. Really, I couldn't do a thing.

Except beg.

"Sam no! I'm too young to die!" I would have gone on hands and knees if I didn't think she'd take that chance to slice me in half.

She took no heed. I think she was to far gone in her rage to even hear me. That thought didn't comfort me a bit. She edged around the island, and I followed her lead, keeping the island between us. Heck, I had to at least try to stay alive. I have to say, the thing that unnerved me the most was that even in her raging anger, she was calculating. Sam moved with precision…not in a blind fury. After a few rotations around the island, she made a move I didn't expect. Without so much as a twitch of a muscle to warn me, she leapt over the island with something akin to a war cry, wielding the butcher knife like a professional assassin. Let me tell you, that scared the crap out of me.

I yelled in surprise (yelled, not squealed) and stumbled backwards, barely getting the trailing hand out of the way of the blade. I overbalanced and tipped backwards, crashing onto the smooth floor. I scrabbled away from Sam only to have my back hit the door of the oven. I had no way to escape. She stood over me, the gigantically oversized knife only an inch from my nose. She started laughing this really creepy laugh under her breath. It was perfectly controlled, letting her keep her eye on me, and the knife way too close to my face. Instead of impaling me or slitting my throat like I thought she would, she grabbed the front of my shirt with one hand and dragged me back on my feet. That was when I heard a sound come from the stove. I looked behind me, and lo and behold, the stove was turned on to its highest setting. I had this weird sinking feeling in my stomach; I just knew that wouldn't bode well.

And it didn't.

She started to lean me over the stove, the knife right in front of my eyes to insure that I cooperated. That was when I caught the gist of what she was doing. If my eyes widened any further, my eyeballs would roll right out of my head. I felt the heat on the nape of my neck, and it was starting to get uncomfortable. I started to sweat. Closer and closer, my skin couldn't take much more and I wasn't even touching it yet. There she stopped. There was only the tiniest amount of space in between my skin and the stove's surface.

My options at that point? Not very bright, I can tell you that. I could either roast, be impaled, both, or somehow escape to live a little longer only to invoke even more of her wrath. Someone must've really hated me up there…Anyways, my future was bleak, with no happy ending in sight. It was then in my self-inflicted doomed and hopeless state when I spotted it, a hole in Sam's posture where I might be able to escape. It might tick Sam off even more, but I would live longer, and there was even a possibility that I could find a way to appease her somehow. Or find a good spot to hide until her wrath blew over.

I slid my head to the side, leaned forward, and twisted until her hand lost its grasp in my shirt. I quickly ducked under her arm before she could react, and I sped away as fast as my legs could take me. I was grateful that my move was unexpected; because that was probably the only way it would have worked. After turning the corner, I looked behind me. Sam was hot on my trail, this time with a few more weapons in her arsenal. She had picked up a few more knives and she had picked up some odd metal thing that looked like an overgrown hospital needle with a handle on steroids. I made a frightened noise (not a squeak) and I looked in front of me, looking for anything that could help me in my current predicament.

I heard a whooshing sound right next to my ear, and my astonished eyes beheld a knife embedded in the wall at the end of the hall just a foot from my face. I turned another corner as quick as I could. At a random whim, I opened the door to my right, revealing a small set of spiral stairs leading up to the next floor. I quickly ducked in and closed the door. I glanced at the doorknob, noticing that the lock was one of those old fashioned ones, and the key was in it. I turned the key and put it in my pocket. I leaned against the wall to catch my breath. I was relieved that I could have a little reprieve from the chase. My head swung over to the side as the door shook wildly. A knife tip showed through the door. Without delay, I scrambled up the stairs, occasionally slipping in my haste.

One thing was clear. Something in that diary must be big to get her so ticked off. Even in my fear, my curiosity wondered what it was. I promised myself that if I ever lived past Sam's burning fury, that I would find out what it was if it was the last thing I did. I had no doubt in my mind that if I got that far, it would be.

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Hmmm…the extent of Sam's wrath…not something you want to be on the receiving end of.

Anyways, that concludes this chapter, and I would really appreciate feedback on it. Any kind is welcomed. Thanks!