Recap: "Do you need help, young miss?"
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I slowly looked up from my knees to see an older man standing in front of me on the sidewalk.

He looked familiar, yet I didn't know why, but he reminded me of a teacher, or rather a pharmacist, with his mint green dress shirt, dark purple tie, black slacks, and matching shoes. The whole look was finished off with a white lab coat, which led me to believe that if he really was a teacher, he would be working in the science area of some sort, or he was some kind of doctor, or pharmacist.

The man did look rather friendly, but my gut tugged my insides, obviously trying to tell me not to give a positive answer to this stranger.

"Umm..." I started hesitantly as I peered at his chocolate brown eyes before looking him over once more.

He slouched, which gave off almost an intimidating look, but if I had to guess his height I would estimate around six feet.
He was on the thinner, weak side, -no offense to him of course- and had an odd shaped head that slightly resembled Phineas', but not much.

If I say no and walk away, with chances that he will follow me, I should be able to easily outrun him if necessary, since he didn't quite look like the fittest person around.

"No, I'm okay." I finally replied, after some thinking. "I'm just waiting for a friend." I lied before cautiously standing up and offering a small smile in hopes he would accept it and walk away.

No such luck, I suppose.

I started walking away from the man, but he only followed me and my stomach tied itself in knots as I discreetly sped up.

What could he possibly want from me?I don't have anything that he would want to steal! I forgot my purse, I have no money, or phone, nothing!

I tried to lose him in the crowd but it wasn't thick enough and there weren't enough people to hide behind.

Even though I wasn't running yet, my breaths came short and fast as I slowly started to panic.

Wouldn't anyone else feel the same if a complete stranger started following them in a strange country?

"Hey!" The man called out from behind me. "Stop! Come back!"

This only made me break out in a run, but my heart sunk to the pit of my stomach as I heard quick footsteps behind me, signaling the man started running as well.

Creep I thought.

My feet made a light slap, slap, soundas my flip-flops hit the cement that was flying beneath me, and I started wishing I had worn better shoes as I ran past a quiet café and turned the corner.

The man hadn't quite caught up with me yet, and he hadn't made it past the corner either. This gave me the opportunity to turn down the small, dark alley way that connected the two different streets.

As I walked down one side of the small space just large enough for a single car, I thanked my lucky stars there weren't any homeless people or bad guys lurking in the shadows that I had previously forgotten to think of when I entered the shady alleyway.

I was alone now, which may or may not be a bad thing since I didn't have anything to defend myself with, but at least I wasn't being chased anymore.

My heart had finally reached a steady pace as I neared the end of the alley, until a pair of strong hands grabbed my shoulders, keeping me back in the dark and out of sight.

Out of fear and, mostly surprise, I screamed as I jumped about half a foot in the air before the bony hand was clapped over my mouth and I was pulled back towards a couple green garbage bins that stank of waste and trash.

"Shh," the man whispered in my ear as I struggled against his hold.

I couldn't possibly be that far away from wherever the Flynn-Fletcher's were, and I desperately hoped someone heard my scream, or else I would have to fight this guy off myself.

"You wouldn't want to give yourself away, would you?" The man chuckled. "That would take away all the fun."

Although he tried to sound intimidating, it didn't work and I found myself rolling my eyes before I licked the hand that he had over my mouth.

"Oh! Oh, gross!" He exclaimed as his hand was instantly pulled away from my face and he wiped it on his pants.

"That is disgusting, you know that, little girl?" He continued as I spun around to face the man and searched for something to defend myself with.

The man, still preoccupied with his hand, babbled on unintelligibly before saying something to me.

"Why would you do that? Why would you lick my hand unless you-" his face lightened with realization.

Of course this alleyway was super clean and there wasn't anything useful in sight.

"Ohh! I see you wanted to-" he started again but I simply took a few steps back so I could run away.
When he realized what I was doing, however, his arm snapped towards me and kept me in place.

"Help!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, but my cry seemed to go fly into space without anyone hearing.

I yanked my arm from his grasp and slapped him across the face.

"Hey! That hurt! You're not supposed to fight back!" He exclaimed as he held his face with one hand and reached with me with the other.

I quickly stomped on the man's foot with all the force I could muster, and he let out a cry of pain as I ran past him to the other end of the alley.

"Norm!" He suddenly shouted, and a huge robot that seemed to have a painted on suit and a happy face that was plastered across its head, stepped out of a garbage dumpster and blocked my path.

It was about eight feet tall and had an annoyingly happy mechanical voice that said, "Hello! My name is Norm!" In a choppy and chipper way that echoed in the small space in which we were located.

I was trapped.