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Chapter 2: The Nameless
Gabriel stirred from her sleep, stretching her arms as she sat across the bed.
'Why is it so cold in here?' she thought to herself. She immediately noticed her unfamiliar surroundings
"What!" she said aloud after looking to the floor and finding her leg chained to a bed that was not her own.
Gabriel's face drained of color as she finally took in her surroundings. She was still dressed in the button-down shirt she had donned the night before, but her sweater was lying on a table on the far side of the damp room.
The walls were concrete and full of so many cracks that it was hard to believe the house was entirely solid. Cobwebs covered most of the ceiling and the air was frigid and stale. She could hear the sound of running water echoing from afar.
Gabriel closed her eyes and tried to keep her composure as memories of last night came rushing back.
"Oh no. No, no, no." She repeated each word more frantically than the previous. All she could remember was the frat house and that oversized monster. Everything else was blank. Where was she? She had to get out of there. She banged on the door of the damp room, yelling at the top of her lungs.
"Somebody help me!" she screamed as loud as she could, with little success. Her voice was all but gone from having her throat almost crushed the night before.
"Please, please someone help me," she cried, tears flowing from her eyes. She slumped to the floor as she gave up on her efforts.
Gabriel scurried away from the door when she heard the sound of footsteps coming near. She began to scream as the door was unlocked from the other side, her yells escalating as Michael's masked face came into view through the now open doorway.
Gabriel's body shivered in fear as the giant loomed over her and she immediately quieted down as she felt her body paralyze of its own accord.
"Stay away from me!" Gabriel sobbed, as he moved closer to the corner she was huddled in.
She shut her eyes tightly, praying that it was all a dream, but when she reopened them, there he was, kneeling right in front of her, his cold blue eyes staring blankly into her green ones.
Michael looked intently at the tiny girl cowering in the corner before him. What was keeping him from slaughtering her like he did so many others?
She represented every thing he hated about this town; happy, naïve and so easy to kill. Her presence alone enraged him. Lunging at the chained girl, Michael grabbed her by the wrist. He pulled her up and slammed her against the wall.
"No!" she yelled, fighting as hard as she could. Bucking and flailing, she finally landed a well-placed knee in his groin.
Michael grunted in pain, his grasp loosening on the girls arm. Gabriel took this opportunity to shake herself free and scurry to the other side of the room. Her efforts turned towards hysterically yanking on the chain that confined her to the bed, to no avail. No matter how hard she pulled, all she managed to do was pull the bed she was chained to.
Gabriel looked up panicked, as she tried harder to get free. Michael, regaining his composure, violently grabbed the girl and hurled her onto the ragged bed.
"Oh my god, please don't do this! I'm begging, just let me go!" she stuttered, as tears fell down her red and puffy eyes. Gabriel looked on in fear as she thrashed about, her arms pinned over her head by his large hands. Not being able to help herself, she looked into his now rage-filled eyes.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she cried hysterically. Gabriel squeezed her eyes shut, burying her face in her shoulder, and sobbed uncontrollably.
Backing away unexpectedly, Michael removed his vice-like grip from the girl's wrists. She immediately turned onto her side, hugged her knees to her chest and wept quietly.
Taking labored breaths, she found herself emotionally and physically exhausted from her confrontation with Michael. Light-headed from the intense panic and unable to resist her fatigue any longer, Gabriel drifted off into an uncomfortable oblivion.
Michael stared stoically at the young girl on his bed- she couldn't have been more than 18 years old, but she was a puzzle to him. She enraged him but he couldn't bring himself to rip life from her. What was it about this girl that stopped him from doing to her what he had done to everyone else he'd come across?
He gazed at the small girl intently, taking in her features as she tossed and turned restlessly. Her limbs were long and willowy despite her short stature, her sun-kissed skin was the color of milk chocolate. Michael let his eyes wander to her soft face, her nose small and round, her lips full and pursed in her sleep. Her dark lashes wet from freshly shed tears. Her features were angelic. Her delicate face was topped by a mass of brown curls.
Michael took a deep breath. What was he doing? He had seen many beautiful girls before, but something was so different about this one.
Michael raked his brain as he analyzed the small creature bundled in his bed. He sat on the torn chair on the far side of the room, waiting until she would awaken.
He would not let her go until he found out why she had this effect on him.
The local police arrived at the scene of the bloody mess Michael left in his wake.
It's Him again." A plump older police officer said to his smaller partner." What about the girl who made the call? Younger man asked.
"More likely then not she's dead," He said bluntly.
"the most we can do is hope she got away."
"Hey here's something," the younger officer said pointing to an object on the ground.
"It's a cell phone, the last number is 911. I guess this is our callers phone. "
"Give that to evidence." The older officer said.
"We need to end this bastards nightmare.
