-Walking down a road normally takes you to your desired destination….I shouldn't have taken a short cut because I'm sooo lost it's funny.

I fully plan to update on Tuesdays and I'm a bit early!

Thank you Faith Robin sorry you're confused XP

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Chapter Four

"Dude are you trippin'?"

"Miles? Miles, listen to me. Listen, the doll stole my car, okay?" Sam sighed into his phone, as he paced around in his kitchen, the evening light casting shadows.

"How can a doll steal your car?" Miles asked his voice heavy with incredulity.

"Satan's Camaro is in my yard. It's stalking me, it must work for the doll." Sam uttered in horror, his voice shaking as he starred out the kitchen window at the car, innocently sitting in the driveway.

Miles chuckled on the other side of the line. "Okay then, in other news did you see the news last night. The meteor shower was phenomenal and a few meteors even hit some residences, it's all over the news. I hear they're all locked down, afraid of space viruses and other nonsense."

"That's nice." Sam replied, his lack of interest partly to do with his lack of sleep.

"No Miles I didn't have time to sit and stare at the sky, I was running for my life from a psychopathic doll out to kill me." Sam cried into the phone, a pitch below yelling.

His eyes continuously flickered to the yellow Camaro innocently sitting in the driveway. He bit his lip and looked at the digital clock on the stove, it read five-thirty and Sam sent a grateful prayer his father who had somehow managed to convince his over-bearing mother, to let him stay home and sleep. He would have slept regardless and staying home to do so was easier than getting a detention because he dosed off in class. He was also reluctant to dive to school in his 'car', unsure whether the doll would pop out and dismember him or if the car was in on the attack.

His legs itched to move and he suddenly felt empathetic with caged animals at the zoo, constantly being watched but unable to move. The feeling hit him like a wave and suddenly he had to move, he had to leave, to just get away. His mind fixated Sam, shut his phone on Miles mid-word and bolted out of the kitchen, giving Mojo a pat on the head. His eyes flickered to the side, and right near the doorstep lay his mother's purple mountain bike she never used. He lifted it up, throwing his leg over the side and peddled as if the devil himself was chasing him. The sound of tires on the asphalt road confirmed that the devil's Camaro was in fact pursuing him.

"No, no, no, no." Sam panted as he zipped along the sidewalk.

His eyes were glued forward, his mind screaming at him to continue on. I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die. Sam's mother's bike suddenly lurched forward and then halted its movement. Unfortunately his body didn't get that message and kept propelling itself. He cried out, with no time to brace himself, and face-planted into the sidewalk in front of a quaint café. A group of girls burst into laughter at his obvious fail, as other customers has started to move towards him with looks of concern, amusement and curiosity.

"Oh my god! Sam are you alright?" Mikaela asked her voice high and full of surprise. Behind her, her friends tittered with giggles and openly pointed at Sam's prone figure on the ground.

Sam scrambled up, dusted himself off and looked straight at Mikaela, his eye wide "I'm not ok, all right? I'm losing my mind a bit."

The sound of a car's wheels slowly rolling along the road reached Sam's ears and his face paled. Of course if anyone bothered to look, that a car was driving itself they too might have started to slowly unweave, but due to the extent of Sam's own internal freak out, he'd created enough of a skeptical that no-one noticed the car. He left the bike where it had crashed him and he took off running. He didn't have a destination in mind, just the need to run.

Mikaela watched Sam closely and felt a pang of sadness when he'd brushed her off and ran away. She turned to her friends, who were all still laughing about the fallen boy. "You know what? I'll catch you guys later." She replied gruffly, standing up abruptly and leaving the petty table behind her. Mikaela power-walked to her moped and quickly started the engine, before driving in the direction she'd seen Sam disappear to.

Sam let his thoughts flow through him as he ran. Again he felt the dull ache in his calf muscles that protested the abuse and his lungs where burning. He sprinted down a narrow alley, knowing the doll couldn't follow him and would have to take another route, hopefully giving him enough time to make another escape. He ended up under a bridge, half of which had been converted into a tiny parking lot and the other half sat ten orderly rows of ties and scrap metal. His first instinct was to dive behind the tires and just hide, but he had an inkling the doll would be able to sniff him out and doll's weren't supposed to smell. He stood frozen in place, unable to decide whether to turn left, right, or hide. A cop car zoomed in from the left, its sirens blazing.

"Oh great more cops." Sam muttered under his breath. He didn't need a repeat of last night, but he really didn't want to be murdered by a doll and its haunted car. "Officer, listen." Sam cried as he flew to the car, running into the front hood.

"Thanks god you're here! I've had the worst day ever! I've been….I've been stalked here by a doll that stole my car." Sam said thumping the hood lightly to emphasize his point, he could just barely make out the figure of a person in the driver's seat.

The car jerked forward slightly, startling Sam enough to get off the hood and back up a pace. "Ok I'm sorry. I'm….I didn't mean to hit your car." He cried out as the car edged closer to bump into his knees.

Sam raised his arms in the air, to show he wasn't going to be a threat. He assumed that his action of surrender would make the cop cease its gradual moment forward, instead the car jerked forward even faster. In his haste to move, Sam tangled himself in his own legs and fell ungracefully to the dusty ground. The car continued to push forward, making Sam scrambled backwards, yelling his alarm. When his back met the grill of another car, Sam knew he was in trouble. The police car stopped advancing but his legs where already under the front half and Sam was again muttering his love for his parents.

"Please Okay what do you want from me?"

"Where are the glasses?" A loud voice boomed over the police car's intercom system.

Sam yelped, "I don't know what you're talking about!"

The car door flew open as if kicked and a tall man stepped out. His eyes where hidden behind his large sunglasses, and his blue uniform stretched tight against his muscular chest, leaving nothing to imagination. His black hair was cut short and layered. Pinks lips pursed in a satisfied smirk that spoke of nothing good. The man had an air of arrogance and danger as he deliberately walked towards Sam, his smirk increasing to a grin as the boy wiggled in fear, face contorted.

"Are you username Ladiesman217?"

Sam's eyes widened as he briefly wondered why a cop would know that. "Y-Yeah."

The man leaned down as he reached Sam, his right hand cupping Sam's chin, his fingers cold against Sam's flushed skin. It was soothing in a terrifying way. The man spoke slowly as if to convey his seriousness, and heighten the tension. "Where. Are. The. Glasses?"

His body tensed and Sam shuddered. Behind the black glasses Sam could almost make out a pair of inhumanly glowing red eyes. His mind was screaming at him to run as far away as possible. Blindly reaching out he shoved the man away from him, the cold fingers ripped away. His reaction startled the cop, who didn't think Sam would fight back. The brief second gave Sam enough time to wiggle out from under the car and scramble over the beat up Chevy that was behind him. The cop had shaken himself out of his surprise and was a breath behind the teen; fingers reached out to grab but missed their target. Sam ran from the bridge and the deranged police officer. Why would a cop want his great-grandfathers glasses? How would he have known his ebay account?

He turned his head to check on the cop and ran into Mikaela on her blue moped. She cried out in surprise as Sam tackled her to the ground and her moped zoomed into a brick wall. She growled under her breath and looked up at the frantic boy, who was perpetually glancing behind his shoulder.

"God, what is your problem Sam?" Mikaela sneered, this was the last time she tried to help another person. All it caused was problems.

Sam hurriedly tugged on her arm, pulling her up and popping her shoulder. "Ok there's a monster, with red eyes. It just attacked me."

Mikaela raised one of her perfectly manicured eyebrows and pursed her lips in doubt. The cop came sprinting into view, his glasses no longer on his face and his red eyes blazing making his beautiful silhouette twisted and frightening. Sam looked around just at his wit's end. His yellow Camaro came barreling from the right, clouds of dust swirling behind it. The doll kept one hand on the steering wheel the other reached across and pushed open the passenger's door as he halted to a stop. Only a few feet from where the two teens stood. Dusk was approaching and Sam couldn't think of a worse possibility then being in the dark with a crazy cop in a barren parking lot that seemed to have been made to kill teenagers.

"We have to get in the car. Get it!" Sam cried as he tried to push Mikaela in.

"I don't want to." She said her voice shaking with fear, her eyes glued to the cop's fast approach.

"Get in the car. Trust me, trust me." Sam pleaded as the cop snarled and yelled something.

The boy gave Sam a look that asked them to hurry up. His hands gripped the steering wheel, pinks lips pouting. But he made no move to help. It was as if he was giving them a choice.

"Sam?"

Sam didn't waste any time, he didn't believe they had that much, if they wanted to leave alive. With both hands he pushed the small of Mikaela's back, forcefully shoving her into the car. Her face pressed into the boy's arm and knee hitting the arm rest. Sam scrambled in and slammed the door shut. "Go, go, go, go!"

The cop slammed himself against the car door his face livid, and his nails clawing at the window. The boy pounded the accelerator with his right foot and the car was speeding off. The cop had pulled out a gun and was shooting at the car. A few hitting and cracking the back window.

"Oh god's we're gonna die." Mikaela cried clutching the boys arm as Sam tried to pull her back.

The boy grimaced as her nails dug into his skin but he didn't say anything, he didn't even take his eyes off the road. Sam wrapped an arm around Mikaela's thin waist and pulled her into his lap. She wiggled uncomfortably, her breathing coming in harsh pants that mirrored his own. Their eyes where dilated and they both looked at the boy, Sam's gaze holding more fear. He touched his pocket and somehow the feel of the necklace put his mind more at ease. The boy continued to stare straight ahead, but his right arm reached out to turn on the radio and soft, smooth Jazz filled the cabin.

"Where is he taking us?" Mikaela whispered, turning her head so her lips brushed Sam's ear.

Sam was surprised that her breath against this ear didn't send shivers of pleasure down his spine. "At least we ditched the monster right?"

Mikaela nodded and they lapsed into silence, allowing the Jazz to take over. The boy's eyes flickered to the two as he pulled into the parking lot of a dark factory. Sam was about to question when police sirens rang behind them. He didn't need a second look to know the boy wanted them to get out. He latched onto Mikaela's wrist and tugged her from the passenger's seat. They stumbled forward and headed down an embankment as the police car slid into view and then the man flew from his car guns blazing.

Sam cried out as the boy in the yellow shirt pulled his own gun from his leather jacket and aimed for the man. He didn't get to watch the two as another smaller person slinked from the cop car and headed straight for them. Mikaela screeched the sight of the thing and embedded her nails into his skin. The thing launched itself at the pair and chased them down the embankment cornering them at a fence that encircled the entire compound. It had a humanoid appearance with arms, legs, fingers and eyes, but its sharp razor teeth and deranged eyes that seemed to bare into their souls, clearly stated it was anything but humanoid. The small metal man jumped at Sam and tried to crawl up his leg. Sam imminently started shaking his leg, hoping to rid himself of the thing as Mikaela dashed into a nearby shed for a weapon. In the background shots rang through the air and loud voices yelled at each other.

"He's got me! Oh, God."

"No, no, no, no! Get off!" Sam shrieked as the thing managed to worm its way up his wiggling body and had started to claw at his face.

Yes Frenzy is in this and he's exactly the same. Next chapter is the landing!