Emmie POV -

I had decided that I would go to 4th Street and meet.. whoever it was that sent me that message, at 10 o'clock. It was 9:45 now, and I was pacing my apartment slowly, getting more impatient by the second. By 9:58, I'd had enough. I grabbed my coat and pushed through the heavy wooden door to the hallway that lead outside.

I walked past the doors of my neighbors, filled with sounds of husbands and wives arguing, babies crying, televisions buzzing, and radios blasting, and into the night air in which there was no sound at all. I rounded a few corners and soon 4th Street was within my view. My heart skipped a beat and hammered in my chest. Was I making the right decision? I could be walking right in to the hands of a rapist or a killer. I looked around, the only sounds were cars whizzing down the street in front of me and the quiet bubble of the people in the bars lining the sidewalks. I check my pocket. Pepper spray? Check. I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply, tasting the moon on my tongue. And I walked forward.

I stepped on to 4th Street, hearing the pedestrians clicking and clacking their shoes against the cemented sidewalks, and I turned down the corner. And then it hit me.

Fourth Street was big. How on Earth was I supposed to know where this person was going to be?

I groaned and trudged forward, deciding to begin my mission on the closer end of the street. I passed a shoe store, a hair salon, a bar, a pet store...

And then an electronics store.

"Stay tuned for more news at 11 on this deranged criminal on the loose!"

I spun around, curious to see who they were talking about. And then I saw it.

The same face that was made on the refrigerator was now huge, multiplied by a thousand on an enormous television at the front of the store I had turned to face. It was a drawing on a piece of paper. Two scribbled O's over a messily drawn red smile.

I gasped and turned around, realizing what this meant. A criminal had contacted me? A deranged one, at that? How had he gotten my email address? He probably knew I was here. He was probably watching me right now. I had to get out of here before it was too late.

I turned down the next alley I could find, I was walking quickly, the pepper spray at the ready, perched in my palm. I heard something move behind me and I whipped around, looking around me, and backed up slowly.

And suddenly, I was in the arms of someone. They had their hands over my mouth, and a gloved hand quickly took the pepper spray out of my hand, tossing it down the alley until it clattered to a stop. My last chance of saving myself was gone. I kicked around, clawing at the person's jacketed arms and the gloved hand that was over my mouth. I made as much noise as I could, but it was no use. There was nobody to hear me scream.

The person put a piece of fabric over my eyes, and dragged me along beside him. I had no way of telling where I was going, and the once calming scent of the night air was now frightening, making me shiver even with my heavy coat on.

I knew I was in a building then, I had been carried up the entrance stairs and my attacker had not yet put me down, but I could hear the tapping of their feet on the flooring. I still tried to squirm away, but I knew now that it was absolutely no use. Who ever this was, he must have been working out lately.

We had stopped. The man (for I knew it was not a woman) turned me around to face him. He put his hands around my head and began to untie the fabric.

ohhhhh no. she got caught. by whoooo?

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