CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

The impact wasn't as bad as Martha had expected. She flew forward a bit, and hit her head on the dash, before being jerked back by her seatbelt. She took a moment to break out of the shock, and when she was out of her stupor, she looked over at Corey. He groaned as he lifted his head away from the steering wheel.

Martha decided not to waste anytime. She quickly clicked open her seatbelt and opened her door. Just as she was jumping out, Corey grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. Martha thrashed and kicked before managing to break away from him. She took off; running towards the trees.

Corey was quick to move after her. He took out his gun and pointed it at Martha as she ran from him. "Oh, you're fucking dead," he screamed out as he chased her and started to fire bullets from his weapon.

Martha screamed as the bullets flew past her body; lodging themselves in the various trees that surrounded around her.

"Don't go far pussycat," Corey pointed the gun again and fired another few shots at her.

Martha's lungs burned from the cold air. She was almost breathless and her legs ached. But she knew she couldn't give up. She had to keep running; so that she could live. Looking around, she became lost. The trees that had surrounded her had now become woods; woods that covered up the morning daylight; leaving it dark and cold.

Martha stopped; frantically looking around for a tree large enough to hide her. She jumped behind one and waited; waited to hear him or see him, so that she could see what direction he was going in. Her breath came out in loud hisses and her heart was banging against her chest like a drum.

"Come on pussycat. Don't be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you …..much," Corey's voice was getting closer.

Martha knew she couldn't stay where she was. It wouldn't be long until he found her. She took off again; darting in and out between trees. Corey caught a flash of her dark hair and aimed his gun again; sending an array of bullets whizzing by the woman. Martha held her breath and told herself not to scream as she felt them whirl by.

"I went there, intending to kill you both, but you seemed to be having so much fun with our boy Jacky," Corey taunted her from afar. "I am willing to forgive you for indiscretions with him Martha. I'm sure I can be just as much fun," he laughed as he sauntered through the trees.

Sneaking around, he watched as Martha ducked behind another tree. Smiling; he knew he was going to get her. "I can offer you a lot more than Jacky could Martha. Together we could be indestructible. We could rule together," he wanted to lure her out with false hope.

Martha wasn't stupid. She knew that he would slaughter her at the first chance he got. He would enjoy every minute of it. Feeling his presence nearing her, Martha bit the inside of her cheek, in hopes that he would unknowingly pass her. Peeking around the side of the tree, she saw no one. Turning her head back around, she let out a scream as Corey suddenly appeared and lunged at her.

Corey's hand covered her mouth as he held the gun to her chest. Martha screamed under his hand; her muffled cries echoing throughout the silent woods.

"Sshhhh," Corey shushed her as he looked up into the trees and around the woods. "It's a pretty day to die Martha," he looked back down at her and smiled brightly as he pushed her up against the trunk of a tree and started to grind himself against her.

"Please stop this Corey," Martha could feel the tears starting to sting her eyes. "Stop, please," she begged.

Corey laughed at her; mocking her in an evil voice. "Corey, please stop. Please stop," he tormented her.

Martha turned her face away from him and whimpered. She wanted this to end. She wanted death to take her. Surely it would be better than this. "Jack," she cried out in a muffled voice. She wanted to see him again. "Jack," the tears dripped down her cheeks.

"Jack's not here," Corey sneered. "He can't help you. He's dead," he added.

Martha glared at him. She didn't want to hear such words. Although she knew they were probably true. Jack was dead. Feeling a surge of anger course through her body, she gathered up enough strength and pushed Corey away from her. She tried to run, but Corey snatched at her leg; tripping her. Her body gave way and she fell to the ground.

Martha got to her hands and knees and tried to crawl away. She felt Corey grasp at one of her feet as she clawed against the wet mud and leaves. He held tightly onto her leg and pulled her towards him. He flipped her over and hovered above her.

"Stop fighting it Martha. You're not going to get away. Nobody is coming to save you," Corey grinned. "Nobody," he emphasized as he cocked the trigger on his gun.

"Don't be so sure about that," a voice was heard through their struggle. A voice which was then followed by a piercing shot that rang through the air.

Martha closed her eyes in a panic. Any second now, she'd feel the bullet ripping through her body. But it didn't come. She didn't feel it. She slowly opened her eyes and was shocked but relieved by what she saw.

Corey was still hovering above her with the gun, but now his mouth was agape and a small red stain was starting to grow larger on his white shirt. Looking down at his chest, Corey rolled off Martha and fell to his back. He tried to breathe in air that would no longer go in.

Martha watched as he rolled off her. She hung her head back and caught site of the person who had just saved her. He stood there with a gun still pointing in the air; a great hate lingered in his eyes.

"Jack," Martha let out a sob.

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