I am not too happy with Saturday's episode…too much Raven and Robin crap…I swear, if there is going to be a little Robin/Raven, I will be so pissed! It is supposed to be Starfire and Robin and Beast Boy and Raven. They might be complete opposites, like night and day, but they just fit together…anyways, enough of my rambling, Here's the next chapter. Also, I did check this over, but if there are any mistakes, I'm really sorry. But no one's perfect.


"Damn it's cold," Raven muttered, snuggling closer into her warm jacket. Her fingers and ears were already numb and her nose was freezing. She bet she made on hell of a picture. "Come on, Rae. Only about two more hours to go." Beast Boy's voice drifted to her through the microphone. The receiving end was shoved in her ear, unnoticed by the human eyes.

She had been outside in the freezing cold since the sun set. That was three hours ago. Her legs cramped painfully, but every time she would sit down, Twain's roaring voice would tell her to get up and keep walking. There was no time for lazy agents. She was really starting to hate that man.

A truck drove by and she prayed that it would stop and be the pedophile so she could kick his ass and go home. She would give anything to soak in a hot tub to sooth her aching muscles.

"No one will get me, you know," she mumbled into the microphone strapped to her sweater, watching the red truck drive away. She thought for a moment that it slowed down a bit, but it was probably just her imagination.

"You're probably right but we can't take any chances." Twain said. Raven gritted her teeth. She wished she could just strangle that man, watch him die slowly. Painfully.

"Come on, Rae. You're being a butt about all this."

She lowered her head against the biting wind and sniffed. God, she couldn't breathe. "Alright then, Beast Boy. Why don't you take my place and walk around for three hours in twelve degree weather."

Someone cleared their throat. "Actually, it's about six degrees. You sound a bit sick."

Raven shivered and answered with a grunt. "How's Starfire doing?"

"No better than you, but she hasn't been complaining. Her and the Robin kid are having a heated discussion so we aren't bothering them." Twain sighed, probably all warm and comfy in the van they were parked in . "But at least she doesn't complain."

Raven bit back a growl. "Who's all there in the van with you?"

"You know you look like an idiot talking to yourself, right?" Beast Boy said with a laugh.

Raven didn't say anything else as she walked down the deserted sidewalk. Every body else was inside their warm rooms, sitting in front of a fire with their lover or family curled beside them. Something Raven would never have. She shook her head at her self-pity. If she was to keep walking around like this, the least she could do is think of something productive.

It was only two days before they were meant to go to school, and Raven was not looking forward to it. She was defiantly not a people person and would end up looking like a reject, sitting at a table at lunch all by herself. No one would talk to her, just gossip about her behind her back. But, until the White Rose Killer was behind bars, she would just have to deal with it.

Raven shoved her hands into the front pockets of her black pullover, linking her fingers together. She turned a corner and slammed into someone, barely keeping her balance. It wasn't easy, considering she couldn't manage to get her hands out of her pockets to steady herself. She probably looked like a drunk idiot, stumbling around like she was. Finally, she righted herself.

"Sorry," she mumbled, scowling when the person just walked away. "Fine, then," she muttered, mumbling a profane name under her breath that had the people in the van chuckling. But she watched the figure saunter away. It was defiantly a man, especially with the arrogant way he walked like he was God's gift to women. The shoulders were broad and the waist narrow, but that was all she could gather. His was cloaked in nothing but black, from the shoes to his baseball cap that was pulled down to conceal his face. Suddenly, he turned. "Sorry about that. Should have watched where I was going."

Raven merely stared. His voice was so deep, so…charming. She could still not see his face, though, and that bugged her to no extent. But when he walked closer to her, she had the insane urge to run. "Raven? Raven, who is that? Raven!" Beast Boy hissed, but all went ignored by Raven. She craned her neck back when the man finally approached her.

"I'm…Patrick. And you?" He held out his hand and Raven was a tad bit hesitant.

"Uh…"

"Uh?" She caught a flash of white teeth when he grinned. "Nice name."

"Uh, it's…"

"Devin." Beast Boy mumbled, very unhappy with the activities that were taking place.

"I'm Devin. Devin Moody" Raven took his hand slowly and he chuckled. "There's no need to be afraid of me, you know."

"Hell, why would I be afraid of you?" She could think of a lot of reasons. Who was she to know if he was the pedophile or not?

Raven took her hand back and dropped it at her side. "Well, excuse me, Patrick…Patrick, for bumping in to you." Not long after she had walked off, Patrick started to follow. "What's a beautiful girl like you doing out so late at night all alone, 'specially with a rapist out on the loose?"

Raven blushed at the compliment, for she was so unused to getting them, and tucked her hands into her pockets. "I just needed some fresh air. Anyways, I can take care of myself."

Silence settled over them and Raven suddenly felt uncomfortable. Who was this man and why was he following her as if they were buddies or a couple? Raven shuddered at the thought.

"Got a boyfriend?"

Raven almost froze in shock. "What?"

He grinned. "Juts trying to make conversation. So, you got one?"

Raven blushed, knowing full and well that Beast Boy and the others were waiting for a reply. "Say yes," Beast Boy hissed in her ear.

"Why?"

"What?" Patrick asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Say you do." Beast Boy whined.

"No." Raven hissed, blushing when Patrick looked at her funny.

"Excuse me?" Patrick was getting confused and Raven was starting to look like a complete idiot. She was not giving a good first impression.

"Fine. Yes. Actually, I do have one, though he's a complete and arrogant jerk. I think I'm going to end it pretty soon, though he is abusive." Laughter rang in her ear as Twain and his partners chuckled, but the low, warning growl belonged to Beast Boy.

"Really?" Patrick asked, his blue eyes narrowing.

"Uh…" Raven didn't like the look that fired in his eyes, so she took a step back. "No, not really. I was just kidding about him being abusive. He's too shrimpy to actually do any damage, not that he does try to hit me. He's only about an inch wide with no muscles so even the smallest wind takes him airborne." Amongst the laughter, someone snorted and Raven almost smiled, for that snort was complete, unadulterated fury.

"You're lying." Raven turned on her heel, clenching her fist in her pockets when he continued to follow. "No. I am not. He his completely shrimpy."

He grabbed her shoulder roughly with enough force to bruise and Raven had had enough. She turned to him, her breath puffing out in front of her face. "Look, buddy. You have no right to touch me, or to follow me around like some love-sick puppy. So I suggest you leave me alone and don't touch me again. I might look small, but I can promise I can, and will, take you down." Quickly, she jerked up her hood out of habit (when she was younger and pissed off, she would always jerk her hood up on her cape), and stormed off.

The nerve of him to just touch her like that! No man, save Beast Boy, touched her, and even he shouldn't lay a hand on her. She was… untouchable, both mentally and physically.

She sighed and gave one glance back. Patrick was not following her. She resumed her exhausting job.

Beast Boy's low growl sounded in her ear. "What was that all about?"

She kept her head lowered when a couple walked by. Nothing seemed unusual or out of place about them…not that it would, of course. But she had to do something to keep her busy so judging people who walked by was her time spender.

When she was once again alone, she muttered, "What do you mean?"

"I. Am. Not. Small."

If Raven was one to show emotion, she would have grinned, but she her face stood composed. "Of course not."

"Nor am I abusive."

"You couldn't be. You're too small to do any damage. Even I could take you down. All it would take was one accurate kick and you would be down for the count."

Silence. "Thought so." She studied the aging building around her and had no idea where she was.

Beast Boy cleared his throat. "Uh, whatever. You seemed to have hit it off well with Puny."

"Puny?" She raised an eyebrow but new who he was talking about.

"Patrick." Beast Boy mumbled.

"Ah. Right. Yes, we did, didn't we?"

"Maybe too well." His voice was laced with jealously that he made no move to conceal.

"Look, it was just a minor set back. I won't see him again, so it doesn't matter one way or another if we hit it off or not. Now, I look like I'm insane, so I won't be talking to you anymore."

"But no one's around," Beast Boy whined.

"How do you know?"

"'Cause, that microphone has a tiny camera in it so we can watch everything."

Raven blinked, glancing down at the tiny electronic device. "Hmm."

"Yeah, so now you can talk to me."

"But why would I want to?" Raven sniffed, shivering against the cold. Hell, she would probably end up with pneumonia. Could she sue Twain if she became sick? It was a nice thought…really nice.

"You don't want to talk to me?" He sounded hurt and Raven almost felt guilty…almost.

"Look, Beast Boy. I'm freezing and think I'm starting to get a cold, so I'm not in the mood to talk to anyone. This time, the only reason I don't want to talk to you is because I am getting sick." She sniffed again, her teeth starting to chatter. Damn, she thought with an inward sneer. This is just stupid. No one will pick me up, one, because that would be too simple, and two, I am not something that people wanted to kidnap and rape. Murder for the hell of it, yes, but not rape. They want blondes and beautiful, slim girls who can have anyone they wanted with just a quirk of their beautiful finger. Raven was not even close to being categorized as pretty. Now Star was a different matter. Most anyone would pick her up with the intent to have her in their bed. Hell, without meaning to, Star could drive a monk to insane, jealous lust.

Raven could only drive a monk to insanity. Not lusting insanity, but pure, 'I'm loony' kind of insanity. She was really good at that. At least she had that much to say for herself. She was one hell of a hard girl to deal with.

Raven sneezed, not even close to being dainty, and groaned. "Damn you, Twain. Damn you and your partners to hell." Her voice was suddenly hoarse, a sure sign of the common cold.

"Only an hour to go, Rae," Beast Boy said softly, and Raven wondered why his voice suddenly calmed her. Jeez, she hoped she was not turning into one of those hopeless romantics who could only focus on love. It would be a cold day in hell before she ever loved someone.


Raven pushed open her door with a groan. She slammed it with her boot-clad foot and jerked off her sweater, flakes of snow falling off and melting immediately when it hit the floor. Right after her conversation with Beast Boy, it had started to snow. Hard. Luckily, Twain had said she was free to go home, but Raven was not having the best of days. First, she forgot where she lived and spent a good thirty minutes trying to decide which was to go. Then, when she finally made her decision, it happened to be the wrong way, and she wasted a good hour walking around, trying not to look like she was completely lost. Of course, the snow was building up and she had slid on more than one occasion, almost busting her butt countless time. When her apartment came into view, she had almost dropped to her knees in relief. But just as she was heading across the street, a stupid, no good snow-blower truck was cleaning the streets and drenched her with freezing snow. If she was one of the emotional types, she would have wept.

Raven sneezed once more, her body shaking almost uncontrollably with cold.

"Hey, Rae."

Raven almost groaned, but was too damn tired too even attempt it. Beast Boy walked out of the bathroom, followed by a cloud of steam. He looked like Apollo, for some reason, and Raven wondered if she had a fever when her body heated. But hell, that heat felt good to her numb limbs so she really wasn't complaining.

"I ran you a hot bubble bath since you said you were cold, but it took you a while to get here, so it might not be as hot as I had it before. You can just run the hot water if you—Rae?" He blinked when her arms wrapped around his waist and she snuggled against him.

"You…are a complete god." He blushed when she raised on her toes to kiss him quickly, and took off toward the bathroom.

"Uh…you already have towel in there…" In her hurry to get into the hot water, she never bothered to close to door and Beast Boy watched as pieces of wet clothes flew from the room, including her underwear and bra. "Uh…enjoy." He stared at the garments before blushing and turning his head.

He heard her sigh of pleasure and smiled. "Would you like something hot after you get out, like some sort of food?"

"If you do that, I just might end up marrying you." Though he knew it was meant as a joke, he could stop the way his heart skipped a beat. What would it be like to marry Raven? He, of course, would love to spend the rest of his life with her, to have her bear his kids, but Raven would probably be sick at just the thought.

He sighed quietly. "How 'bout a cheese pizza?"

"Perfect."

"All right." Beast Boy called in the order. Hanging up the phone, Beast Boy sighed again, snatching the remote off the table. He slouched down as far as he could and started to flip through the channels. When he slouched farther, he almost ended up sliding off the couch and sat up. He yawned after a good thirty minutes of channel surfing, and was happy when the pizza man showed up. He slapped the money in the teen's hand and took the pizza, sliding it on the counter.

"Hey, Raven, the pizza's here." No sound came from the bathroom. He tried once more. "Raven? Pizza's here." Worried, he crept to the bathroom door and peeked in.

Raven was sound asleep, her head and knees the only thing visible above the white bubbles.

Beast Boy stood there, unsure if he really wanted to die this early. For sure, if he walked in on her, he would be immediately dismembered, but…sleeping in a bathtub was not exactly the smartest thing to do.

But, because he was a chicken when it came to Raven's anger, he tried to wake her up from the doorway. "Raven…Raven, wake up." Nothing. So, he crept in silently on his tip-toes. He knelt beside the huge tub and waited. Should he shake her? Nope, very bad idea…Maybe he could yell…that'd wake her up in an instant, though she has proved that she is not a light sleeper. But what else could he do?(At least something that would not end up with him being six feet under).

He sat there, watching her, trying desperately to find a solution. He could always just pick her up…oh, no. Then…he would be dead. But the though of seeing her completely nude would be worth a painful death. He blushed.

"Hey, Rae?" He whispered softly, cringing when she moved. But she did not wake up. All right. This was it, the moment of truth… Praying for his life, Beast Boy leaned in and slowly kissed her mouth. He pulled back just enough to see if she was awake and watched her eyes flutter open.

"Sorry to wake you, but the pizza's here and your bed might be more comfortable to sleep in." She nodded slowly, completely relaxed. She had no desire to leave the tub, but knew she would end up spending the night there if she was to stay. And she had no desire to look like a prune in the morning.

Beast Boy reached over to the counter, grabbing the soft white towel and stood up. She watched him, too tired to even say anything about him being in here. She would defiantly chew him out when she could move right.

He unfolded the towel and held it in front of him. She merely raised an eyebrow, sniffing slightly. "Am I supposed to stand up while you watch me?"

"Sure, if that's the way you want to do it." He grinned, watching the blush bloom beneath her pale skin.

"No. I can get out myself."

He sighed. "You know, you can stay in here longer than this. I was just going to tell you that the food was here. It can always be reheated later."

She nodded, biting back a yawn as she leaned her head back and closed her eyes. "I will stay in here longer."

He grinned devilishly. "Maybe I should stay in here so you don't drown." Raven gave him a half lidded glare. "No. Get out." She slid farther down into the warm water, her muscles still burning, but gradually easing to a dull throb as the hot water did its magic. She slowly straightened out her legs, cringing in pain when the muscles screamed in protest.

She sighed, highly aware that Beast Boy still watched her. It was unnerving to think that, not two feet from her, he watched her bathe. She opened her tired, dreary eyes and tilted her head to the side. "Beast Boy, you really need to go. If I were not so damn tired, I'd kill you."

He smiled, leaning closer to her so his breath whispered across her skin. Suddenly, Raven wasn't so tired anymore.

"Beast Boy…" Raven trailed off when he pressed his lips against her, wasting no time in taking what he wanted. He devoured her mouth completely, dragging a whispered moan from her. Maybe it was time to take their 'relationship' a step farther, he thought, his hand trailing down her chest, her stomach.

Beast Boy caught Raven's gasp when his hand disappeared beneath the water.


"Damnit!" Twain bellowed, then flinched, glancing around his living room to make sure his son was no where near. Oh, how Katie, his wife, would have killed him. Connor had no right to hear his father's stupidity, as Katie called it, though she cursed more than he did.

Finding the coast clear, Twain leaned his head down on the white table cloth with a groan, lifting it and dropping it repeatedly until his head pounded. This case was going nowhere. They had no lead, no suspects, no witnesses, and no hope. It was useless. Though the members of the Teen Titans were helping, it would still not help anything. For all he knew, the White Rose Killer was working on his next victim. While the police force twiddled their thumbs, young girls were being plucked off the streets and being raped and murdered. This was the one case that left the Jump City Police Force bewildered. How can one man be so damn clever?

All his victims had been voided of any signs of another human. No skin underneath the fingernails, no sperm inside the thighs or inside the body, no fingerprints. Nothing. Either this man was a bloody mastermind, or…Twain's head shot up. Or this man knew exactly what not to do. What if…what if one of his fellow officers were behind this?

But just because the White Rose Killer knew exactly how to hide incriminating evidence did not necessarily mean that a police officer was behind it. Twain let his head drop with a groan. Maybe they were missing something. Maybe…maybe this man was too smart for the police force.

Twain slammed his forehead against the table again. Damn! Damn the White Rose Killer to hell!

Twain sighed. He could always check the background of every man and woman on the police force. Hell, he could also check to see what rapist/murders/psychos were released from prison close to the date that the first girl was found. He could also draw up every boutique shop in Jump City, dig up all the people who bought white rose buds, and do a background check on them. At least he would be doing something productive. But how the hell were you supposed to do anything when there was nothing they could do? How could they find a man that left no trace of anything when he struck?

Twain snatched up the manila folder on each on of the victims and tried to find some sort of tie between them instead of just the age range, time limit, and long hair. After three hours, he groaned, rubbing his forehead. The only tie was the fact that they had all attended Jump City Private School. Nothing more. The girls that he had taken were straight A students and never caused any problems.

Twain felt a small tug on his shirt and glanced down to find his son with his trusty Batman stuffed toy that he slept with every night clutched in his little hand. Twain smiled. He pushed his chair back to give his son room to climb up to his lap. "What's up, Buddy?"

Connor poked a tiny finger at the papers that scattered the dining table. "Mama gonna be mad."

Twain snorted. "She's always mad."

Connor nodded his head. "Yep, 'specially since she havin' two babies."

Twain blinked in surprise. "Twins?"

"No, dummy. Two babies." Connor held up four fingers and wiggled them in his dad's face.

"Where is your mother?" Twain asked, still trying to grab hold of the fact that his wife was having twins. Too much information on his tired brain. Would the surprises never cease?

"She waitin' fo you in yo room."

"She's waiting for you in your room," Twain repeated without even thinking. It had become a habit to correct his son's growing vocabulary. Connor gave him an adorable look. "Can I stay up till nine?" His lower lip stuck out in a pout.

"No. Don't give me that look, Connor." Twain set his son down and patted his blonde head. "Daddy's got work to do, so go play with mommy, okay?"

Twain watched his son bound off with the toy clutched in his hand and his heart clench with love. He shook his head and got back to business.

Twain sighed, picking up the sheet of paper that held the background of the last victim. It made no sense. He had talked with the parents of the girl and they said that she had been at home the night before she was murdered and the last time they saw her was when her mother dropped her off at school. Fellow classmates and friends said that she had left school early as always to attend her part-time job at a clothing store. The manager said she never came in. They found her not four hours after she had left from the school.

But why? Why did this man suddenly strike, breaking his usual flow? Was he actually starting to rupture, become careless in his murders? But why all of the sudden? What was the connection? Twain had been dealing with the White Rose killer for months and he had always kept his schedule. Keep the girl for exactly three weeks and murder her. When the police found the victim, another girl would disappear the next day. It had been like that for months. But now he was plucking girls off the street and raping them immediately.

It could always be a copy-cat killer, but that made no sense. Why would there be a copy cat killer when the real killer was on the loose?

Unless…Twain's back stiffened with the thought and his dark eyes widened. Unless there was more than one White Rose Killer.


Raven belted the dark blue robe around her waist and ran a trembling hand through her wet hair. Things between Beast Boy and her were getting…personal. She had never thought…never felt… Raven groaned and snatched the brush from her dresser. After he had…let his hand 'explore', left her weak and spent, he had just grinned and walked off, like it was nothing.

No one had ever dared touch her…there, but Beast Boy had done it like he had the right. Jeez, she didn't even really know him, and yet he was kissing her and touching her like a lover.

She didn't even know what she felt for him. During the building years of the team, Raven had really loathed Beast Boy and his annoying jokes, but after a year or so, his personality just…fit and was not so hard to deal with. She had gotten used to his jokes, actually found them endearing on some extent. She would admit, that for a short period, she had had the term called a 'crush'. But it quickly faded when Terra appeared. Then, emotions she had never felt before (jealousy and a short bout of heartbreak) appeared that left her confused as ever. What did she feel for Beast Boy?

Raven pulled her hair back behind her shoulders and sighed. If she let him touch her like he did, then she had to have some feelings toward him, feelings that exceeded friendship. Right?

But the truth was, she was scared. Really, really terrified. What if Beast Boy found a way into her cold heart and hated what he saw? Beneath her skin she was nothing but a demon. Her heart beat like a human, but it survived on demon blood. She joined the titans in hope that she would become worth something, that she would not just be a demon, but a hero. She thought that if the world saw her as a hero, then it would be true. That the fact that she was not deemed as a demon would fix everything, free her from her father's iron grasp. But it was not true. Her father still controlled her, made her live her life in fear.

Raven plucked a piece of hair and fiddled with the ends. It seemed as if nothing could free her from his clutch. She would live her life as she did now, alone, afraid of what was to come. With a sad shake of her head, Raven pulled out her night clothes and put them on. It had been a while since she had meditated and she could feel her powers burning to be released.

Raven walked to the middle of her bed and crossed her legs, placing her elbows on her knees, and levitating off the bed. God, she was tired. And hungry too. Her empty stomach growled in response. After a quick, calming meditation, Raven crawled off the bed, pulling down her black tank top when it rose. Food was all she could think about as she padded to the main room in search of the pizza Beast Boy ordered.

She caught sight of the box immediately and made a beeline for it. She sunk her teeth into the warm pizza and nearly groaned in pleasure. She blinked, chewing slowly, when Beast Boy rose from the couch with a mischievous grin.

She dropped the pizza in the box, swallowing her food. Beast Boy crushed her to him, licking a drop of pizza sauce from the corner of her mouth. "Enjoy your bath?"

She blushed deeply, leaning back against the counter when he pulled away and grabbed a slice of pizza.

She sighed. "Look Beast Boy…about earlier…"

He shook his head and swallowed his pizza. "Look, I know what I did was…stepping way beyond the boundary but…I just had to do it…" He shrugged. "So kill me."

She just blinked, watching as he set his food down. He placed his hand on either side of her and leaned forward. "Do you regret it?"

She swallowed hard. "I…umm…"

His eyes narrowed. "Raven, it's a yes or no kinda thing. Do you regret me touching you? Do you wish I never made you orgasm, had never walked into the bathroom?"

Her eyes widened at his blunt words and her entire body heated with a flush. "This is just…happening way to fast," she stuttered. "…I'm just…" Scared. Bloody freaking terrified. "Not ready to go that far yet. I think we're just getting too…heated too quickly. I'm still trying to digest the fact that you're…involving yourself with me…" Raven tried to muster her dignity and straightened her back. She needed to start acting like herself and stop being such a baby about something as small as this…

Hell, this was far from small. It was huge, life changing even. "Okay, look, this is the first time I have ever…uh…done anything like this before and I am just not used to it, nor am I really ready. It has nothing to do with you. I'm just…not…ready…" She lifted her chin and watched his expression.

He didn't seem mad or upset, just understanding. "Alright. Fine with me. But…you didn't hate what I did to you? I mean I didn't do anything wrong…did I?" He blushed, trying not to make eye contact with her. He was not exactly an expert when it came to pleasing women and if he screwed something up with Raven, it would be completely humiliating.

She shook her head. "No. You did not do anything wrong."

He pulled back, suddenly very shy. "How about we never bring this up again until we really have to. It'll save us both the embarrassment."

She agreed while keeping her eyes cloaked. The rest of the night, they watched movies and had interesting conversations, but Raven still could not muster the strength the forget how his hands felt on her, how his kiss could ignite feelings she never knew she possessed. But, hell, even the unfeeling demon that lurked within her couldn't forget. Maybe she felt more deeply for Beast Boy then she cared to admit.

Curled up on the opposite side of the couch, Raven yawned loudly, covering her mouth with her hand. She was suddenly overcome with fatigue and her eyes slowly started to drop, the words to the movie slowly dying out.

Suddenly, she was wrapped up in warm, strong arms. Too tired to even look up, she settled her head on his shoulder and fell into a deep slumber.


Hannah took a deep, trembling breath, crying out in pain when the movement sent burning agony through her shoulder. She had to get out of here. She just had too. He was ready for her and she found he was not a patient man. But how was she to get out? Her hands were bound by metal handcuffs above her head, which was attached to a chain hanging from the ceiling. Her feet did not touch the ground and her left shoulder had already been dislocated. It had, on more than one occasion, knocked her out and she had no idea what that man did to her when she was unconscious. Had he already raped her?

It didn't matter. All that mattered was getting out of here alive. She was not going to die like this. There was no way in hell she was dying so morbidly. Anyways, she had a full life ahead of her. Hopefully.

She wracked her brain for a way to get out of the handcuffs. She yanked her right hand down, crying out when it cut into her skin, blood…wait. That was it. Blood. If she could get the metal wet enough, she could slide her hands out. But the only problem was her shoulder. How could she do it without passing out? But this was the only way, damnit, she told herself, taking deep, calming breathes. The man would be back soon and that did not leave her much time.

Hannah slowly rubbed the inside of her right wrist against the metal, closing one eye in pain as the sharp metal butchered her skin. But a heavy trail of blood started to spill from the deep wound and despite her predicament, she let out a happy squeal. She had a chance to escape, if only she could make her hand slide through.

With a hard yank and a cry of pain, Hannah managed to slide her right hand free. Now, to deal with her left hand.

Hannah screamed in agony as she managed to dislodge her hand and dropped to the dirt floor in a heap. She did it. She had freed herself. She pushed herself up with one hand and scrambled to her feet.

Delirious with pain, Hannah stumbled out of her prison, falling onto the forest floor. Right at the feet of her captor.

Breathing heavily, Hannah almost panicked. He dragged her up by her left shoulder and Hannah screamed.

"How the hell did you get out?" He sneered, his voice laced with bewilderment, admiration, and fury. "No one has ever escaped—ooof!" Hannah rammed her knee between his legs and wasted no time in running. Sharp branches tore at her face and arms, blood dripping from the shallow wounds. She was vaguely aware of the man following her, but she would not look behind her. She just ran and ran and ran, tripping once and landing on her shoulder. She scrambled up, sobs of agony and terror catching in her throat. Suddenly, she saw it. A road. Oh thank God ,it was a road!

Weak with pain and blood loss, Hannah stumbledonto the dark road. Suddenly, the squeal of tires sounded in her roaring ears, pain so intense filling her that she never had the chance to scream in agony. Instantly, darkness consumed her.


Hope you liked that…got an idea…anyone wanna to give a guess at who the killer is? I'll give you another chapter if you guess it right. Naw, I'll give you a chapter no matter what, but I just want to see what ya'll think. Think of it is being a detective…lol, anyways, until the next time!