She had no affection for the people watching over her, just mindless obedience. They had stored her – that's right stored, in a room on the bottom floor, with a TV set and a couch, an almost seedy looking lounge area, where no one else visited, apart from her babysitters. The woman was painting her nails while watching the TV, occasionally glancing up at her. The man was seated next to her. Her temptation to tell them was unbearable, she felt her head might explode, it almost put her off her packet of potato chips. Maybe if she didn't have such a guilty conscience she could just run and never look back. Jack might not kill them if she said nothing and just ran.

She threw down her snack, bored. "Can I go to the bathroom?" Would it be that simple? The guy met her girlfriend's gaze questioningly.

"Sure hun, Rick?-Show her to the bathroom." Catrina's eyes crinkled with a smile of relief, things really were that simple. She pushed herself up and was ushered out by the guy. His hand seemed to linger on the lower part of her back for too long before slipping down.

She lurched forward. "Hey! I'm not stupid." She stated pointing accusingly at him.

He gave her a ghost of a smile. "And neither am I, you're a bit well developed for a 15 year old." His hand hovered slightly over her breast, and she slapped it away.

"If you are smart you won't touch me, and I think it's obvious I'm not his little sister." She turned on her heel. "Now where's the bathroom?" She gestured to the corridor ahead of her, hoping for no further interrogation.

He eyed her again, she noticed this from the corner of her vision. "So how old are you then? Why does that guy want you watched?" She didn't have time for this, or the energy to go through with the worry over if she was endangering their lives by opening her trap. "Can't he trust you?"

Sometimes she wished people would just guess, she sighed. "There's nothing you can do about it." She said firmly, keeping her eyes peeled for a toilet symbol.

"Right, I'm guessing you play around a bit, I guess he's caught you in the act a few times huh?" Catrina tutted, before throwing a nasty look at the Hawaiian shirt clad man.

"That's not it at all-" She cut herself off, not wanting to be dragged into anything with this man, she didn't want to confess to anything.

"It ain't nothing to be ashamed of, I play around, you play around." He caught up with her, and halted her to indicate to a door on her left. She nodded in return and moved towards it, she huffed when he halted her again. Damn she was getting sick of this. "I bet there are a few things I could do with that mouth of yours." He grinned, and she elbowed him in the ribs, he doubled over and she slammed the door behind her. "I'll be out here if you change your mind!"She heard him groan.

Now she was just nauseas, not because of the offer, but her sudden willingness to let the creep die. How wicked. The window was beckoning her, she could leave...if Jack returned, and they said she just ran off with no explanation- it would be just her own and Jack's problem, surely he would spare them?

Unless he chose never to come back at all, it could have been a speedy way to be rid of her. Maybe she was well and truly free?

Finally deciding, she wrenched open the window and began her escape. She awkwardly fell from the pane and ambled to her feet, her eyes were sharp, wary of the darkness that was looming. She was in an alleyway between dumpsters, the street light landed on her person in strips, and she squinted from the glare. She knew the most important thing was to put some distance from her keepers, and overall the town, away from Jack.

She took to the street at a steady jog, eyeing her surroundings, looking out for navy jackets or green shirts. Her heart was in her throat from excitement, panic and determination. Despite her enthusiasm, her limbs weighed her down; she didn't have energy to the full capacity, since she hadn't eaten a proper meal in days. There were street walkers watching her scurry past, she ignored them. Fleeting moments of remorse flattened by her eagerness to find a phone, preferably a free one. A ride would help, but there is no way she would get a free ride hitchhiking in this town, she would probably be expected to perform oral sex.

Catrina cut across a grass verge and through some bushes in order to cross a parking lot. She didn't like being in the open, for obvious reasons, and even if it made her safer being in public, it didn't prevent the harm of the witnesses. She spied a couple eating take-out in a car and her stomach grumbled. No, she wouldn't ask.

There was a mall coming off the park lot, and she headed straight to it, she gathered it shut late. The lights were overwhelming inside and made her eyes water, she lowered her head as she went by unsuspecting members of public. A few odd glances later; she spotted a phone booth.

She awkwardly stilled, waiting for some teenagers to walk by, before rushing to it. Self-consciously she got there, and a shakily picked up the receiver, so relieved she was to have something so mundane in her hand which would bring her closer to home.

Catrina called a reverse charge number at a moment's pause, a voice prompted her to enter the number she wished to call, as well as record her name. "Catrina Dodge." She murmured. She shuddered as it dialled out, when it began to ring; her breath was uncontrollable, it racked her whole body, she felt a nervous happiness consume her over the ring tones. But after about a minute, she nervously coughed, the tone was giving her a headache, this suggested no one had answered, and no one was in, she waited, then the tone stopped completely and she hung up, extremely disappointed.

Why weren't her parents at home? She could only assume they were out looking for her. She bit her thumb nail and self consciously looked at various shoppers. Maybe if she called the police, Jack wouldn't be able to kill the entire force. She turned on her heel and dialled 911, when she connected to the police, she automatically burst into a speech. "Hello this is Catrina Dodge, I think my family may have reported me missing, I was kidnapped-"

"Hang on, sweetie...Catrina...Dodge." She sensed the officer was writing everything down. There was a pause that seemed to go on forever until- "Okay...well... your name hasn't popped up on the register, you were kidnapped you say? Are you away from your kidnapper?"

"Yes." She said with conviction.

"Where are you now, honey?" The female officer's concern soothed her.

"I'm in the mall."

"What mall is that?"

Catrina blinked, she cursed her hesitance, she didn't know where she was, and she had stupidly intended to send the entire force to rescue her. "..I don't know." She said weakly. "Can't you trace the call?"

"I certainly can, give me a few minutes." Catrina sighed and leaned against the wall, she smirked as she watched some youths throwing fries into each other's mouth in a nearby food court. They were so carefree, like how she once was with her friends. She smiled sadly, and held the phone closer to her ear.

Her eyes panned across the various shops, she noticed the exits were all clear apart from a couple of janitors. She suddenly went cold, she jerked back further into the booth area, nearly dropping the phone. Jack had just waltzed through one of the entrances, his demeanour cool and casual, if not slightly calculating. He looked fresh faced, and agile...not a good sign, someone had died to make him like that. She watched his movements, frozen with fear. The man hadn't seen her, and didn't appear to be looking for her...good sign.

Jack had seemed to have mislaid his jacket, or more accurately it was damaged and had to be disposed of. He breezed by some shoppers, and indulged in some window shopping. It was an unusual sight if anything, she was almost gleeful to be spying on him doing something vaguely human. Her body kicked in and she automatically lurched behind of a wide pillar, stretching the phone cable to its limit as she countered his pace, complimenting it with her shifting behind the pillar, keeping out of his line of sight.

She pressed the phone to her ear like it was a life line as her body held firm in his blind spot. 'Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!' Her breath hitched, Jack had changed direction and was heading towards her area. Shit. "I've got to go, he's here." Before she could hear a reply, she dropped the phone, so it hung uselessly off the receiver, but allowed the operator to still trace the call. Catrina crept around the pillar as Jack loomed, and there she made a dash across the floor, through a family of shoppers and under some escalators. He was oblivious of her, credit to her stealth. She removed her top layer of clothing and stashed it in a bin. Now her outer colour she gave off was different to how he would remember.

From her point of view, she could see his pasty complexion had a bit of a rosy tint, and his aristocratic features were blank, but she could tell he was heavily engrossed by the manikins. She was a little surprised how he was ignoring everyone, there wasn't a look of distaste when someone got considerably close, even when a rowdy load of kids ambled past, he barely bristled.

A family walked past her hiding place, and she immediately took her chance; she casually walked along side them, keeping her head down. From the corner of her eye Jack shifted from his position at the window and into the shop. A tremendous weight lifted off her chest, and she broke into a run to the exit.