"It's a cute story but what are you really after here? Attention?" The police man across from her asked.
She looked up shocked. They didn't believe her? She had been there so many hours now, telling her story at first, then waiting for hours while they investigated and this is what he said.
"It's true," she said, her throat feeling weirdly dry all of the sudden.
"Look, I know how you fangirls can get a little out of hand with your stories so I'm gonna let it slide and let you off with a warning," he said.
"Fangirl? What the actual fuck? I was drugged, kidnapped and almost killed but I'm gonna be let off with a warning? That's just fucking great! Have you even dusted the place? My fingerprints should be on every fucking door handle in those hallways!" She shouted.
"Calm down. And of course we did. There's nothing there just like there's no dirty mattress on any floor in there. I could charge you with breaking and entering seeing as you clearly know the inside setting of the building but I'm gonna let you off the hook this one time. Go home and stop making up stories," he said.
She fell back in the chair, not believing this was actually happening.
"Have you even talked to them?" She asked.
"We've been on the phone with them. They're on a trip to Europe these days, so you see, your story really doesn't add up," he answered.
"Oh my fucking god! He bought their lies? Of course he did. They have money and power and fame and I'm just a nobody. A bloody little fangirl for all he cares. This is bullshit!"
"So run along now and don't let me see you back here, okay?" He said with a smile.
"Yeah, whatever," she said.
She got up from the chair so fast that it almost tumbled over and she stormed out of the place. Her phone started ringing as she got outside. It was a blocked number but she answered.
"Hello?" She asked as she started walking away.
"I see you," a taunting voice sounded.
"Who's this?" She stopped and looked around.
"Were you in there telling stories about us, little girl?" He asked.
"Dean? Fuck! How did he get my number? Where is he? Stay calm, girl, stay calm. Don't give him the satisfaction of seeing you scared."
Her eyes roamed the street of any sight of them.
"You can't see me, can you? But trust me, I'm here. We're all here. Are you gonna run now?" He taunted.
"That's actually a pretty good idea."
She started sprinting down the street. She could hear laughter coming from her phone.
"You can't run from us, bitch!" Seth's voice sounded.
She quickly hit the red button while still running.
She felt her phone buzz, indicating a text message had arrived, but she kept running until she made it home. She ran up the stairs to her apartment and locked the door. She finally looked at her phone to read the message.
"You can't run forever, little girl. The hounds will catch you eventually."
"Fuck!" She shouted.
She ran through her apartment just getting the most important things in a backpack. Money, cellphone, charger and passboard just in case. On her way back towards the door she took a turn and ran to the kitchen. She grabbed a small vegetable knife and then ran for the door.
She ran down the streets straight to her bank. She asked to empty her entire account. The cashier gave her a look but did it. She wouldn't dare use creditcard on the run. If they had tracked her phonenumber and her whereabouts, they probably could track her creditcard as well. The answer was given just a minute later when a new text ticked in.
"At the bank, huh? Did you take out all your money? Clever girl, not wanting to leave a trail behind. We're still gonna find you though. We've been given some time off and we're gonna spend every second of each day hunting you down. No one has ever gotten away from us and you're not gonna be the first."
She started running again. They would probably be at the bank soon enough so she really shouldn't stay there. They had a car while she only had her feet. Although it gave her the ability to run in places where they couldn't follow, they still had the ability to get around everywhere and never get tired. And there were three of them. Two could sleep while the third one could drive. They could take turns forever.
"I'm so screwed."
She ran to the trainstation and just threw herself inside the nearest train, not knowing where it went and not having a ticket. She didn't care. She just needed to get out of there fast.
"Security cameras at the trainstation picked her up," Roman said.
"Where is the train going?" Dean asked.
"Let me check," Roman answered.
As soon as the doors to the train opened, she flew out of it and just ran. She had no idea where to go. She just knew she needed to get away as fast as possible. She kept running through the town until she came across a sign for an inn. She turned up the road the sign was pointing at, not able to run anymore but walking as fast as her feet would allow it. She arrived 15 minutes later.
"Do you take cash?" She asked nervously.
"Hiding from someone, sweety?" The guy behind the desk asked.
"Yeah, my crazy stalker ex and his two friends. They wanna kill me," she said, telling half a lie while the other half was very much true.
"Oh sweety, I don't like hearing that. Of course we take cash and you don't have to sign in. You were never here," he said and winked before turning around to grab a key from the wall.
"Thank you," she said.
"Furthest room from here. If they come here, I can call down and warn you and you'll get a shot at getting away. You can climb out the window that leads to the back," he said.
"You'd do that for me?" She asked surprised.
"Of course, sweety. What am I looking for?" He asked.
"Three pissed of guys in black clothes. Two with long hair, all of them crazy as fuck," she answered.
"Count on me," he said and winked again.
She pulled the curtains and dropped down in a chair as soon as she had entered the room. She was so tired and just wanted to sleep for days but she was too scared to close her eyes. No one believed her, she had nowhere to go.
"This is the end, isn't it? I'm never gonna get out of this alive."
Her phone buzzed again and she let out an annoying little scream before opening the text. She swallowed hard as she saw the picture of the sign down the road pointing towards the inn.
"No," she whispered.
A new text arrived.
"Are you up there, little girl? Just answer yes or no. If I have to go up there and look myself, I'm gonna be very angry."
"No!" She raised her voice.
She didn't have time to think. Only minutes later the phone in the room started ringing. She knew instinctly who was calling and what the call was about.
"No!" She yelled.
She still walked over and answered the phone.
"I suggest you get the hell out of there fast. I told them you weren't here but they're currently knocking on every door to see who's in the rooms. Run! Now!" His voice sounded.
She hung up the phone. She couldn't. She was too tired. She couldn't run anymore, she couldn't hide anymore. Her body was aching and just wanted to rest. Her brain felt like it was about to explode.
"It's always gonna be this way, isn't it? No matter where I go, how far I run, where I end up hiding, they're gonna track me down, they're gonna come for me, they're gonna find me. Fuck! They're gonna have their way with me. No! I won't allow it! I might not be able to control reality but I can still control the outcome of it. I'm not gonna let them win that way!"
She grabbed pen and paper that was on the kitchen counter and quickly wrote down something and left the note on the table for them to see. Just two words. Enough to make her point clear. She grabbed her backpack and ran to the bathroom. She locked the door and quickly turned on the water and sank down in the bathtub as it was getting filled.
"Hot water. It makes it flow faster."
Around 10 minutes later they had finally made their way down to the final door. They knocked on it but didn't get an answer.
"She's in there," Seth said.
Dean took a step back and kicked open the door.
"Little girl?" He called out.
Roman took a step inside.
"Here kitty kitty kitty!" He called in a taunting tune.
He walked over to the bathroom door and tried the handle. It was locked. He chuckled and knocked on the door.
"Are you in there, kitty?" He asked.
Dean's eyes landed on the piece of paper she had left on the table. He walked over and read the two words.
"No!" He yelled and ran to the door. "Stand back!"
Roman moved away and Dean kicked open yet another door. He looked inside and let out a scream of frustration. Roman and Seth looked inside as well and saw the bloody mess left in the bathtub and the vegetable knife lying on the floor.
"She fucking slid her wrist!" Dean growled.
"No fucking way! I was gonna play with her, hurt her in so many ways she'd never been hurt before," Seth said.
"I know and she knew too. That's why she fucking did this. It was the quickest way out," Dean said, still so frustrated.
"She truly was a clever girl, outplaying us the entire time, even in death. How on earth did you know?" Roman asked.
Dean walked over and grabbed the piece of paper and handed it to Roman. Seth came up beside him as they both read the two words she had left for them.
"I win."
